My Iyashikei Game Chapter 209: What can’t be discussed after dark

"Master, did you lock this door?"

Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs with the purest expression on his face, but reached into his pocket and grabbed the electric shock wolf device.

The old man didn't seem to hear what Han Fei said. He was very old, his face was covered with age spots, one hand was behind him, and the other was holding a birdcage without birds.

"Master? Can you hear me?" Han Feigang was about to approach the old man. The old man turned around and started walking slowly upstairs.

As the old man moved upwards, Han Fei saw two very thin feathers remaining on the hand that the old man vacated. He seemed to have just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.

"What a strange person."

Seeing such a weird old man, most people's first reaction is to stay away, but when Han Fei noticed the abnormality, he ran straight up.

"Master, can I help you home?"

Han Fei walked up to the old man with great enthusiasm. When he took the initiative to hold the old man's arm, the old man's body became stiff.

"I'm here to film a movie. If I cause you trouble, then I apologize to you."

Han Fei was very polite in everything. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not drive Han Fei away.

Continuously escorting to the fifth floor, the old man stopped at his door and did not dare to enter. He turned to look at Han Fei and found that Han Fei had no intention of leaving.

"Uncle, do you still have an impression of the writer living on the fourth floor?"

Han Fei looked like I would not leave unless you said. The old man stopped at the door for a long time and finally said: "He died, he died ten years ago."

The old man’s voice is very low, and it feels as if his nails have passed through the frosted glass, which is very uncomfortable.

"I know he is dead. Did he do anything unusual before he died? You are all neighbors in the neighborhood. You should know each other very well?"

"I can't remember what happened more than ten years ago." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive.

"Really?" Han Fei is an acting master. He is very accurate. The old man must know something: "Has anyone come here to ask about spiders before."

"Yes." The old man's voice was so weak that he couldn't hear him unless he listened carefully.

"What did that person ask?"

"I don't remember."

"Do you have his contact information?"

"He is also dead."

The air solidified in an instant, and the old man raised his head. He pointed to the top of the building: "He jumped from here. He was not afraid of anything like you at the beginning, but he seemed to be entangled in something later. ."

The old man’s voice gradually lowered, and there was a trace of fear in his muddy eyes: “Those things really exist, whether you believe it or not, don’t go to the fourth floor after dark, otherwise the next one will jump off the building. The person may be you."

"Master...did you see anything?" Han Fei is not only exquisite in acting, he has also studied psychology, and has a wealth of "clinical" experience. A lot of things can be inferred from the changes in the facial expressions of the elderly. .

The old man, who had been dodge his eyes, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.

He stared at Han Fei’s face, his chapped lips slowly opened, revealing his yellowish-brown teeth. When he was about to say something, a bell was rang from a room on the fourth floor. sound.

Almost at the moment the sound rang, the old man couldn't care about anything. He opened the door and walked inside. It seemed that bad things would happen if it was too slow.

Han Fei didn't stop the old man. After he saw the old man open the door and enter the house, he naturally followed in, and helped the old man close the door by the way.

"Abo, what was that sound just now?" There were no occupants in all the rooms on the fourth floor, and all the doors of the rooms were locked. In this case, what would make the bell sound?

"The wind chimes rang. When the previous writer did not have an accident, the wind chimes in his house often rang when it was getting dark."

The old man was standing at the door of the living room carrying the birdcage. He never expected Han Fei to follow him in. Now he doubts whether someone with unknown identity has gotten into the crew, because the young man in front of him is dressed no matter what he is wearing. , Or his own temperament is not like an actor.

"Really?" Han Fei remembered the message of the wind chime, and his gaze slowly jumped over the old man and looked into the room.

There are many shrines in a small room. The heights of these shrines are all different in size. Most of them are covered by black cloth. I don't know what **** lives in them.

"Bo, why have you hired so many gods in your family? Gods can't invite them randomly." Han Fei has seen many things in the deep world and knows a little about them.

"I didn’t want to invite gods either, but there are always shrines in the building, and I don’t know who placed them. I saw it and didn’t dare to throw them in the corridor, so I took them all home. "The old man saw that Han Fei had no intention of leaving, he sighed softly: "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was staring at you in the corridor just now, and I wanted to remind you not to talk to the writer. If you have a relationship, everyone who has a relationship with him will die unclearly. Many strange things in this building are also related to him."

After entering his home, the old man was obviously more courageous, and he dared to speak loudly.

"Is the death unknown?" Han Fei thought of the butterfly's usual modus operandi. He now suspects that the butterfly secretly killed the person who wanted to investigate the spider.

If this is the case, it means that the butterfly is afraid, and the spider may really know the weakness of the butterfly!

"It seems that you really don't know anything." The old man shook his head: "Ten years ago, a lot of strange things happened near the Beijiao Meat Union Factory. At first, the pork from their factory was incredibly fragrant. Everyone They all love to buy. Later, I don’t know what happened. There are rumors that people died in the pork processing equipment of the meat joint factory, so the meat of his house tastes special."

"Is this a rumor?"

"Sure, but many people still feel that they are in a bad mood, so they gradually stopped buying meat from their factory." The old man glanced out the window, and he could still see the abandoned factory downstairs: "After the sales decline, the meat quality of the Beijiao Meat Union Factory began to deteriorate, and a fishy smell gradually began to appear in their meat."

"No one knows the reason for the smell. Anyway, their business is getting worse and worse. Until some time before they were shut down, their boss's partner suddenly disappeared."

"The police couldn't find anyone everywhere. Finally, when inquiring about the warehouse list of the meat joint factory, they found that the number of processed pigs did not match. It seemed that there was one more pig."

"Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but it was spread out by those who wanted to. As a result, everyone felt that there was a problem with the meat factory."

The old man sighed softly: "Finally, the meat-linked factory closed down, and the boss became the first person to commit suicide in the meat-linked factory's yard. He jumped downstairs and smashed into a second-hand car that he had driven for several years. "

"Not even willing to change the car, this person may be wronged."

"In fact, everyone around him knows that he is innocent. Everyone thinks that he is a very good person, but who knows that he finally got to this point." After the old man sighed, his voice slowly Changes have taken place, and it seems that the next thing to be said cannot be too loud: "The boss of the meat joint factory is just the beginning. Since his death, the meat joint factory's affiliated house has become wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"At night, everyone can always hear people walking in the corridor, and occasionally you can smell a smell of meat floating into the house along the crack of the door. Many people think that the dead boss is back."

The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and he said in one breath: "Everyone is very scared. At this time, bold young people don't believe in evil. They squatted in the corridor at night to check."

"After staying for several nights, they did not find the boss's ghost, but they found the writer's room on the fourth floor along the stench. All the smell seemed to come from his house."

"The writer himself is a very lonely person. He rarely goes out. He occasionally meets with outsiders and behaves very strangely. He will be enthusiastic and indifferent, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle like a woman."

"Everyone regards the writer as an alternative existence in this building, and there is very little communication. In the past, it was a well water and not a river, but now that something happened in the building, everyone began to suspect this weird person."

"Suspects belong to doubt, but no one has any evidence. This matter will froze later."

"But only three days later, a man who used to squat in the corridor to guard the stench committed suicide in the building. He died in exactly the same way as the boss of the meat joint factory."

"The man was young, not yet married, and had no psychological problems, so he left suddenly."

"Although the police in the northern suburbs of Xinhu City classified his death as suicide, everyone thought it was the ghost of the boss of the Roulian Factory."

"Those who are able are ready to move out, but those who are incapable start thinking about all kinds of things~IndoMTL.com~ The old man glanced at the shrines around: "There will be a lot of residents, please come and watch, and those who know you can listen. After talking about the writer, the neighbors felt that there was a ghost in the writer's house and wanted to get rid of evil spirits. "

"The writer disagreed, so the man forced in. The man who knew how to perform the method that afternoon said that the ghost of the boss of the meat joint factory had been solved. He decided to stay here for one night at the kind invitation of the neighbors." /

"They drank a lot of alcohol, and in the middle of the night, the knowledgeable man suddenly disappeared. Everyone found him on the wire on the second floor of the community until dawn. He seemed to be drunk. The balcony fell down, his neck was wrapped around the wire, and he was hanged."

The old man glanced at the slowly falling sunset. No matter how Han Fei urged him, he didn't dare to go any further. It seemed that talking about this after dark might attract something in the building.

Seeing that the old man kept silent, Han Fei didn't dare to press on. He just thought that tonight Director Zhang seemed to be preparing for everyone to get together to discuss the script. The content of the script was completely adapted from Spider's personal experience. .

"If we were to discuss the script in this building, would it cause anything?" Holding the script in his hand, Han Fei felt the pressure, but there was also a hint of expectation in his eyes.