My Iyashikei Game Chapter 658: Spiritualism? Or get married?

"Someone specifically bought the haunted house?" Han Fei looked at the white wax on the ground: "Did he put all these things?"

"Nonsense, other than that lunatic, who would do such a thing... No, it's a little bit lax, there are indeed other weirdos in the building." The old man seemed to remember something: "But the white wax He must have done it, I caught him before."

"Why did he do this?"

"Who knows? I don't even ask him, and no one cares about the community. We even called the police, but that guy just didn't change his mind." The old man also had a headache: "If you are really curious, just go by yourself. Ask him, but I still want to advise you, you can't believe everything a madman says, and if you believe what a madman says, then you are not far from going mad."

After cleaning the door of his house, the old man closed the door, and he showed the snow in front of each door to the fullest.

"The girlfriend who is in a vegetative state is in the first seven ghosts. Will the new resident on the fifth floor do this because he wants to see his girlfriend?" Li Guoer's face changed: "Damn, we saw a ghost married last night. , the ghost may have run into his house! The owner of the house may have been killed!"

"Let's go and have a look."

Walking through the white wax, the three came to the fourth floor.

Li Guoer was afraid that the owner of the house would be killed, so he walked quickly, but Han Fei stopped when he passed the fourth floor.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Jia was caught off guard and bumped into Han Fei's back.

"This room..." Han Fei stared straight at the rusted security door, his pupils shrank a little, the whites of his eyes continued to increase, and the expression on his face began to get out of control: "I seem to have been here before."

"Bang!"

Han Fei grabbed the door lock with both hands, and the sound startled both Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.

"Calm down!" Xiao Jia tried to pull Han Fei away, but Han Fei's hand seemed to grow on the iron door.

"I didn't move, my body moved. I should have opened this door so many times that my hands have already remembered the feeling."

Without the key, he twisted the doorknob with his blue-veined hand. The room in front of him seemed extremely important to Han Fei, and he never thought he would do such a thing.

"Is this really my home?"

Not long after, there were rapid footsteps in the house, and the owner of the house heard the sound and ran over.

The door inside was quickly opened, and an old man with white hair appeared at the door, with age spots on his face, wearing loose pajamas and nightgowns, and a half-smoking cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is this your home?"

"Otherwise?" The old man looked Han Fei up and down through the security door outside: "What happened in the community again?"

"You've always lived here?"

"I don't live here, do you live here?" The old man had a bad temper. He breathed out a cigarette impatiently: "What are you looking at at my house? Are you looking for someone?"

"Are you sure you've been living here? Since over twenty years ago?"

"I've lived here for almost 40 years. I moved in when the community was just built. Is there any problem?" He didn't care at all, there were a lot of wine bottles piled up in the house, it was time to smoke and smoke, it was time to drink and drink.

"If it's convenient, can I come into your house to take a look? There are always missing children nearby, and we're visiting and investigating." Han Fei's voice was very gentle, giving people a sense of integrity.

"Enter my house?" The old man frowned, his eyes leaping over Han Fei, looking at Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.

Li Guoer wearing glasses is quiet and cute, looking weak and weak, Xie Ding Xiaojia is dumbfounded, feeling that he has no scheming at all.

"Okay." The old man opened the door and let the three of them in.

"Thank you old man, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Fu. I used to work in an orphanage. The neighbors in the building call me Dean Fu." The old man flicked the ash and kicked the wine bottle on the ground to the corner: "The house is a little messy, you can sit wherever you like."

"President Fu?" Han Feiguang couldn't tell whether he was lying or not from the demeanor and content of what he said.

This room obviously gave Han Fei a very familiar feeling, but Dean Fu said that this was his home.

"You can look at it casually. I'm old, how can I have the strength to abduct and sell children? I suggest you go to Building 11 to see, maybe there will be unexpected gains." The old man sat with a cigarette in his mouth. The window feels very vicissitudes of life, and there seems to be a century of light and shadow changes in the eyes.

"Building 11?" There is a special tacit understanding between Li Guoer and Han Fei. She doesn't know why Han Fei is obsessed with this room, but since Han Fei wants to investigate this place, she will go there Cooperate.

Without any communication, Li Guoer sat opposite the old man, as if he was really here to investigate the missing child, and began to talk to the old man to buy time for Han Fei to check the room by himself.

The old man doesn't seem to be ready to ask questions at all. He has lived a transparent life and doesn't care about fame, fortune and money, and allows Han Fei to wander around the house.

After checking each room, Han Fei stopped in the innermost bedroom. There was nothing to see from the decorations. What caught Han Fei's attention was a photo frame.

After pulling open the drawer of the wooden table, an upside-down picture frame is placed with various spare keys at home.

"Who is this?"

Han Fei picked up the photo frame. In the photo was a little girl in red. She was holding a flower pot full of soil, as if waiting for the seeds to take root and sprout.

"That's my granddaughter." The old man in the living room shouted at Han Fei when he saw that Han Fei had been staring at the photo frame.

"Where are your other relatives?"

"It's all gone, and the little granddaughter is also lost. I only have a photo of her left." Dean Fu smoked a cigarette silently, his eyes still vicissitudes.

"Granddaughter?" Han Fei's hand gently touched the girl in the photo. He had no memory of the girl at all, but he couldn't help the impulse in his heart, as if he wanted to pull her out of the photo.

"Do you have any questions?" Dean Fu was a little tired, and he became more and more impatient.

"Let's leave now." Han Fei put the photo frame back in place, and when he turned around, he caught a strange scene out of the corner of the eye.

The scene in the photo has changed. It's no longer a little girl staring at the flowerpot, but a girl sticking her head out of the stomach of a living person, and the North Korean and Han Fei with a grim face stretched out her hand, as if preparing to grab Han Fei.

Looks blankly at the photo, but everything seems to be just an illusion.

"Am I reading this wrong?"

Until he came out of the old man's house~IndoMTL.com~ Han Fei still couldn't forget that girl, she was young, covered in blood, and desperately wanted to tell herself something.

"Get up!" Li Guo'er patted Han Fei's shoulder: "The community is normal during the day, but it will overlap with ghosts at night. If you don't find what you want, you will be discouraged, wait. We can accompany you again after dark."

The three walked to the fifth floor, and the white wax did not continue to swing up, but stopped at the door of a certain household.

"White wax, paper money, white wedding invitations and couplets, what exactly does this guy want to do?" Looking at the big white happy words on the door, Xiao Jia took a step back, but Li Guoer took the initiative to knock on the door.

Not long after, the door of the house on the fifth floor opened by itself, a strong aroma of meat wafted from the house, and the sound of cooking dishes came from the kitchen.

"I cook as soon as the sun rises? Is it still meat?" Li Guo'er looked into the house. The small room was completely set up as a wedding room. It was very lively with all the lights. All are white and black.

"Is anyone there? We want to ask you something." Li Guoer quietly entered the room, and she saw the black and white invitations that were not sent out all over the floor, as well as the huge black and white wedding photos in the bedroom.

What's even more bizarre is that there seems to be a person lying on the double bed under the wedding photo.

It was covered with quilts, its head was not exposed, and it remained motionless for a long time, only a vaguely human figure could be seen.

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