Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 169 Strange Events in a Strange Village (38)

Qiao Sheng pulled me up suddenly, with a worried look on his face, and touched my forehead, "How can the white cat talk? Lei Lei. Don't scare me, did you break your brain before fainting?" He stretched out his hand Pulling my hair apart as if to check for a wound

I suddenly had a black eye and pulled his hand away, speechless, "You're out of your mind!"

I calmed down and thought about it: Did I never leave this pavilion in the first place?It was my out-of-body soul that walked out of the pavilion, so I could hear Lao Zhangtuo talking, and then fell into the trap of those evil spirits. If it hadn't been for He Kaifeng, I might not have been able to come back.

"Old Zhang Camel" lay leisurely on the ground as if about to take a nap, completely ignoring that I was regarded as crazy.If I persist, I will probably be sent to a mental hospital tomorrow.

After thinking about it, I no longer forced Lao Zhangtuo to speak human words.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of my father in the basement. Too many things happened overnight, and I actually forgot about it.

I can't help He Kaifeng, but dad, I must rescue him.

Without any explanation, I ran towards the main building, and Qiao Sheng followed me.

When I arrived at the attic, the door was ajar. I knocked on the door and said, "Grandpa Li, Granny Li, it's me, Leilei."

The door opened with a "crack", and it was dark and silent inside.

I stretched my head over and called softly: "Grandpa Li, Granny Li, are you awake?"

The room was still quiet. I looked back and looked outside. The ghost wall had obviously been broken.

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Sheng turned on the light in the attic room. In fact, it was a night light. The dim light made the whole person look blurry.

There was no one in the room, and the quilts on the bed were folded squarely and neatly.

I went in and touched the quilt, and it was still hot. It seemed that they had just gotten up, maybe they went downstairs to make breakfast?They are used to getting up before dawn to grind soy milk. This is what Lao Lizi told me yesterday.

"Leilei, isn't it good for us to enter other people's rooms like this? Let's go out!" Qiao Sheng put his arm around my shoulders and said casually. We were all like this when we were children, and he seemed to have forgotten that we had grown up.

Dad was still locked up in the basement. I couldn't care about him. I pushed him away unhappily, looking a little irritable, with a runny nose and a confused expression. He looked at me innocently and didn't dare to touch me again.

I don't know if the key to the basement is in their room. I want to try to find it in the room.

The old man's room was very simple. Apart from the first-grade bedding, there was only an old wardrobe. It was big because it was connected to a small dressing table.

I opened the closet and there was a "clack" sound. In the quiet night, it seemed particularly weird and nerve-wracking.

Opening the cupboard door, the man's clothes were neatly placed inside. One glance showed that he had a good wife.

Thinking that it was impossible to put a key in this place, I closed the door and suddenly heard a "bang" sound, as if the cabinet door hit a hard object.

I opened the clothes in the corner of the cabinet and saw a black box next to the clothes. Out of curiosity, I opened it.

There was a kerosene lamp inside. I lifted it up and looked at it. I saw that the lamp body seemed to have melted traces of being burned. It was black and old. I opened the lid and found that there was still some kerosene inside. .

Qiao Sheng tacitly took out his lighter, polished it, and lit the kerosene lamp.

I liked this kind of old thing very much. Seeing that it could still be used, I borrowed it decisively. "Wow, it's great. It's just dark. I'll borrow it for a photo first and return it later."

After the light came on, I looked carefully at the lamp body again, and only then did I see a sun symbol on the lamp body.

Isn’t this the family symbol of Grandpa Zhang Debo’s family?How could Lao Lizi have a kerosene lamp marked with the Zhang family logo?

I think maybe Grandpa Zhang gave it to Lao Lizi!
After standing up, I walked to the old wooden bed to look for something.

I just opened the pillow and saw a key placed underneath. I felt excited. I picked up the key and looked at it. There were two Chinese characters engraved on it, "Underground".

(End of this chapter)