this is not a joke

Chapter 180
The moment Wei An saw the plastic basin full of clothes, a text message from Wei Tan appeared in front of Wei An's eyes almost simultaneously.

This is exactly the content of the strange talks of the three rumors.

I still came in!
No longer looking at the contents carefully, he shone the light of the flashlight on the pile of wet clothes in the plastic basin, and found that these clothes had indeed been washed, but not with water, but with blood.

The reason for the pool of blood on the ground next to it was also found. It should be the blood stains left after washing the clothes with blood, similar to water stains.

If you regard this pool of blood as a pool of accidentally spilled water, it will be much more normal.

It's just that who washed the clothes and who put them here is unknown.

Wei An didn't know that it was time for him to enter the ghost story after entering this building, and it seemed that he was the only one in this solo ghost story right now.

As for the middle-aged man who came in at the beginning, he is not here, because a single-person ghost talk is a single-person ghost talk, and it is impossible for more than two participants to appear at the same time.

Even "intruders" belong to the category of participants, doing the same things as participants, but being re-identified as a more special identity by the ghost talk, but the essence of the participants will not be changed.

"The first rumor is that the clothes are hanging on the roof at midnight." Wei An said to himself.

Because this strange talk has something to do with time, he found that the mobile phone can tell the time, and it has not turned into a brick.

But it's only after eleven o'clock, and we have to wait a while before we can dry the clothes.

Having said that, this rumor is a bit weird. It is cool and windy at night, and the clothes are hanging on the roof. How can this be done?

Also, the clothes that have been washed in this basin are all washed with blood. Although the clothes look ordinary, drying them to dry will add more horror effects.

"Could it be that the middle-aged man who ran in just now was slaughtered, and then his blood was used to wash the clothes?" Wei An muttered to himself, looking around.

However, apart from the moonlight, there were only three clotheslines left on the roof. There were no clothes on the ropes for the time being. It looked empty and deserted, and there were no other people around.

Wei An walked around on the rooftop, especially inspecting some corners, but found no broken body parts, nor the middle-aged man who was killed.

It is possible that the blood used to wash the clothes is just a deliberate horror effect created in the ghost story, it is not really killing someone, and then using his blood to wash the clothes, and that blood is not enough.

When he came to the basin of clothes, Wei An squatted down and didn't touch the pile of clothes.

Now he has to be more cautious, after all, this is a B-level monster talk, although he still seems to have some skills, but he must not take it lightly.

He first took out the five emperors' money and placed it on the pile of clothes. Anyway, to drive away evil spirits, although the pile of clothes claimed to have been washed, it was obviously the most unclean.

After placing it for a while, the five emperors' coins did not respond. Then Wei An put on "Liu Gui's eyeballs" and carefully inspected the clothes and the clothesline nearby, but found nothing unusual.

Take off the eyeball and put it away, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the clothes in this basin now, it looks like blood at most, the point is what may happen after the clothes are dried later.

Wei An didn't do anything else, just squatted beside the basin of clothes and waited silently.

The moonlight was bright on the rooftop, and there was a cool breeze blowing from time to time, so it wasn't cold, but there was no movement around, so Wei An always felt that there was something hidden nearby.

Now he has no extravagant hope to dispel this weird talk, as long as he can pass it completely.

As for the middle-aged man who entered the building by himself first, Wei An felt that this guy had already sang coolly, otherwise he would not have entered the strange talk. Own.

Of course, it does not rule out that the other party encountered other things and ended the strange talk. After all, that person came prepared, and it is unlikely that he will die here easily.

When the time just reached zero, Wei An stood up, lifted the basin of clothes and walked to the front of the clothesline.

"Start drying the clothes." He whispered, "I'm going to hang clothes on the roof so late because I've lost my nerve."

There is no clothes hanger on the clothesline, because the wind on the roof is strong, and the clothes hanger is not suitable here.

Wei An reached out and grabbed a bloody shirt, and soon found that there were several small clips under the clothes, which could be used to clamp the clothes on the clothesline.

The shirt in his hand should belong to a man, it looks very wide, and it belongs to a burly man. Before hanging it up, he subconsciously shook the shirt twice, and as a result, several drops of blood splashed on his shoes and on the pant leg.

Wei An decided not to shake anymore. He took the shirt and looked around. He just hung the shirt on the clothesline and clamped it with two small clips.

After a rough look, there should be four or five pieces of clothing in the basin, and then he grabbed a white T-shirt that was still dripping blood. This T-shirt seemed to belong to a lady, and it was of the home type, not suitable for going out.

When Wei An was hanging the T-shirt, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the T-shirt rolled up and almost missed.

It was hard for the clothes to fall off, but the sleeves were blown up by the wind, and slapped Wei An on the face.

Wei An was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this to happen and he was slapped by a piece of clothing!
The most important thing is that I slapped it, but the sleeve was full of blood, and at this moment, half of my face was also bloody, still dripping down.

"Fuck!"

Wei An hung up the T-shirt and fixed it, rolled up his clothes and wiped his face. At this moment, another gust of wind blew, and the T-shirt fluttered and danced again, as if a person was baring his teeth and claws.

Wei An took a step back and picked up the third piece of clothing again. This was a jacket with a thinner material, but it was also very loose, with at least three pluses.

To make sure the coat doesn't fall off after it's hung up, Viando uses a clip.

After hanging up the third piece of clothing, Wei An looked around again, and felt that everything was calm except for the strong wind, and he didn't feel any danger for the time being.

Then he picked up the fourth piece of clothing, which was a pair of loose home trousers. It seemed to be the same as the T-shirt just now, but the pattern on the surface seemed to be wrong.

After drying the same thing, Wei An was surprised because he found that the plastic basin didn't look big, and it wouldn't hold too many things, but unexpectedly there was a whole bed sheet inside.

Pick up the sheets, because there is no place to dry such a large sheet on the first clothesline, so Wei An chooses to dry on the second line.

He first hung a corner of the bed sheet on the clothesline, then immediately clamped it up, straightened the bed sheet along the clothesline, and clamped the middle of the bed sheet and the clothesline again.

During this process, because the blood was still dripping down, it was impossible to avoid leaving blood spots on his body again.

After drying the sheets, another gust of cold wind blew in, shaking the sheets. Wei An was worried that blood would be splashed on his body again, so he immediately took a few steps back.

Suddenly, his heartbeat missed half a beat. Under the bright moonlight, he saw a pair of feet without shoes on the ground behind the bed sheet that had just been dried. These feet were purple and blue, standing there for a while. Not moving at all, just blocked by the sheets.

call--

At this time, the T-shirt behind him was blown by the wind, and the sleeves fluttered, as if a human hand suddenly caught Wei An's left arm, pulling him back two steps.

(End of this chapter)