The Secret Art of Refining the Dead: The Walking Corpse File

Chapter 658 Chaos
I was puzzled in my heart, and motioned for the eldest sister to continue.

"Later, that figure would come almost every night, and the room was ding-ding-dong-dong, and it was very cold at night. I lived there for more than four months, and I had nightmares every night. We felt that the house was a bit evil, and the previous paragraph During that period, the house price rose, so I thought about selling it and buying it elsewhere, but when I asked, I found out that it couldn’t be sold at all.”

I was a little curious and asked, "What's going on?"

The eldest sister said: "We only found out after asking around that the house was an unfinished building in the early years. I heard that there was a safety accident that killed more than ten people. In addition to some violations, work was stopped at that time. , this area is very uneven, the people around, as long as there are people who want to die, they like to come here to jump off the building, so far, I don’t know how many people jumped from here, this is worthy of the name, haunted house!"

After a pause, she continued: "In the past, we didn't pay attention to the news, so we bought it without knowing it. Those who have a little thought know the rumors about this place, so they can't sell it at all. Although the location of this place is good, But the people who come here to buy a house are like our family, people with little money and no information, but the strange thing is, I asked other residents, they are all quite peaceful, it seems that our house...is not clean. You say , this house can’t be sold now, and all our family’s savings have been spent, so we can’t live in it, right?”

After she finished speaking, I nodded. If this place is really unclean, then their family shouldn't be the only haunted place. Is there something wrong with the layout of her house?I know that this eldest sister will not just make up nonsense, since she took the trouble to find me, it must be true.

Immediately, I inspected the room carefully again, paying attention this time, and it really made me see two things that were wrong.

This house type is located on the west side, and the neighboring house on the south side has been remodeled and the ceiling has been raised. Although it does not occupy their house, it blocks the light of this area tightly.

This place is a small balcony, empty, nothing.

I found it strange and said, "Why don't you put some things here?" The place can't be empty, more or less there must be some popular things. In jargon, this is called "outdated".It is best to put washing machines and other things in this place. In the past, with similar house layouts, a washing table would be built with cement in this place.

This is not a fixed pattern. In fact, clothes are things that people wear next to the body, and are the most popular. This pattern, which seems to be a convention, is actually passed down from generation to generation, and there are deep meanings in it.

She said, "Put what?"

I said: "Put your broom or washing machine here... No matter how bad it is, your underwear will hang in this place from now on."

She said: "What's so important about it? It's not good to hang the underwear here."

I said, "Do you want to look good, or do you want to have nightmares every night?"

She fell silent, gave an apologetic laugh, and nodded in agreement, so I walked around the room no less than a dozen times, rectified some problems, and then handed her an account: "This should be no problem, you Continue to live, if it stops, according to the prior agreement, the remuneration will be put into this account, if it doesn't stop, I will come again."

She was a little surprised, and said, "I thought I was about to pay."

I said: "We all do the work first and then collect the money. Well, most of the people who collect the money first are liars."

She asked curiously why.

I said, "In our line of business, as long as there is an effect, customers will naturally not be stingy."

She said: "What if there is such a shameless person who doesn't give money?"

I smiled, another memory suddenly flashed in my mind, I once asked Tan Guimao about this, and he answered me like this at the time, at this moment, I said this to this person An elder sister: "Don't bully the mountains, don't bully the water, bully the people, don't bully the ghosts; our business deals with ghosts and gods, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. If someone really dares to backtrack, we don't need to deal with it ourselves. The retribution of gods and ghosts... later."

These words probably frightened the eldest sister, she was stunned for a moment, and immediately said that she would never dare to be short.

After I went back, I didn't think much about it, I ate something, wandered around and fell asleep.That night, I had a very bad dream. I dreamed that I returned to that false memory again, and countless familiar people surrounded me, asking me to go back.

Where are you going?

Those are all fake, how can I go back?

In that period of memory, I was in pain. Relatively speaking, my life now seems to be better.In that memory, I was eager to get rid of my situation, but now that I really got rid of it, I found that I really wanted to go back.

Those familiar people, each of them is alive, has its own personality, has its own principles of doing things, has its own bright side, and also has its own hidden dark side. If everything is just my imagination, then I can really write novel.

When I woke up the next day, my whole body was covered in sweat, and I felt extremely exhausted, as if I hadn’t slept all night, and my eyelids were fighting.

I made myself a cup of strong tea to refresh myself. The moment I sat on the sofa, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling my name.

It was Tan Guimao's voice.

But when I stood up and looked around, I found that there was no one here, and outside the gate was a street market with people coming and going.

Damn, I'm hallucinating.

I can’t live without self-inflicted crimes, why I couldn’t be more disciplined before, why did I have to jump up and down like that, and wander around the forbidden areas without knowing the heights and heights of the sky, which made me wonder from time to time whether I was mentally ill or had a split personality.

By the way, I remember that the most typical of split personality is fictional life.

Every personality will fabricate an identity and even a life for itself.

Isn't my current situation like having an extra personality?

I don't know whether I am the arrogant Su Tiangu in reality, or the well-behaved Su Tiangu at the other end of life. These are completely different personalities and two lives. However, at this moment, I sometimes have an urge to be presumptuous, Sometimes it was like being poured down by a basin of cold water, and the whole person fell into silence and calmness.

This state is pretty bad, but I can't currently find any way to change it.

Maybe, I should go see a psychiatrist and check if I really have a split personality?
Due to mental exhaustion, I didn't go out during the whole day, and I ordered takeaway for dinner. When I was about to close the door at night, I received a call from the elder sister.There was something wrong with her voice, she was trembling, and through the phone, I seemed to be able to see her fearful expression: "Da, master...it's coming again, it..." Before the words finished, there was a sudden sound of ahh He yelled, and then the phone was hung up suddenly.

I finished washing up and was about to go to bed early. At this moment, I sat up from the bed suddenly, my mind buzzed, and I said, fuck, what happened?I obviously changed the pattern yesterday, how do you hear the situation, things seem to be getting worse?

I didn't dare to delay at the moment, so I immediately dressed and packed my equipment, took a taxi, and went straight to the elder sister's house.

I took the elevator all the way up to the ninth floor, and when I arrived at the door of her house, I found that the door of her house was half-closed, and the door was completely dark.

"Sister, it's me, am I at home?"

No one responded to me, and the situation was a little weird.

At this moment, her neighbor opened the door, looked at me twice, and was about to close the door again.

I hurriedly stopped her and said, "Wait, hello miss, did you hear any strange noises from this family's house just now?"

She glanced at me vigilantly, probably felt that my attire looked like a liar, so she shook her head and said, "I didn't hear that." After a pause, she continued, "Are you...a salesman?"

While talking, suddenly, the half-closed door was opened, and the room was lit up. I saw the pale face of the elder sister, and invited me into the room with a dry smile.The girl across the door slammed the door shut.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

She didn't say anything, just stared straight at me.

I felt that something was wrong with her, and just about to speak, suddenly, another head popped out from behind her head, it was a man's head, his face was covered with blood, and he said with a grinning grin, "Are you going to catch me?"

At this moment, there was a buzzing in my head, not because of anything else, but because I suddenly remembered that in another memory, in that forbidden area, I also saw this head!I cut it in half with the Seven Star Sword!
But... why is it here?
(End of this chapter)