The last feng shui master

Chapter 133 Phone
"Which room did you see it in?" I asked.

"302." Zhou Liangliang said it without thinking.

I am also confused, is there really a problem with 302?

"Do you want something to drink?" Zhou Liangliang saw that my expression was a little strange, and wanted to relax.

I ordered an Americano and thought for a moment, "What happened?"

"I felt something pressing on my body at the time, and passed out of a coma. Fu Rong also fell into a coma. When I woke up, Fu Rong was sleeping at my feet with a pale face. After I carried her back, within two days, Furong went crazy, always saying that she was a princess and could fly. After a while, Furong disappeared." Zhou Liangliang's expression was very controlled, and he was completely unemotional when he said the last point.

A person who controls his emotions well must not be easy.

I took a sip of coffee and put the cup down again.

"I went in two days ago, and I really met that eye, but I felt that it was following me, but I couldn't see it anyway, like a shadow. It could appear at any time." I said without exaggeration.

Zhou Liangliang must have felt the same way, and he didn't think I was exaggerating in the slightest.

"I'm leaving, I'll call you." Zhou Liangliang finished paying, got up and left.I took a closer look, basically the distance of each step was the same, and they seemed to be in a state of vigilance.

Compared with my eyes, I seem to be more interested in Zhou Liangliang.

After Zhou Liangliang walked out, I looked at the clock on the wall of Starbucks, half an hour had just passed.

The most important point of the information Zhou Liangliang told me is that there must be something strange in the house in 302.

I didn't expect that Guo Furong was not only insane, but also died in the end.

When Zhou Liangliang left, he left me a photo. It was a photo of his girlfriend Guo Furong. She looked like she was on her birthday, with long hair reaching her waist and a sweet smile. She was wearing a plain dress and she looked like she had seen it before when she smiled. .

Maybe it's because ugly people are full of strange things, and beautiful women are all acquaintances, so I feel so familiar.

In a flash of my head, I remembered the sleeping homeless uncle I met in 302. Thinking of this, I hurriedly left Starbucks.

Let me talk about the seats in the old building.

My alma mater is at the intersection of Hanchu Road and Beiguang Road. The old building is on the west side of the alma mater. Every time the sun goes down, there are crows flying there.

There is a small road in the middle of the old building and a main road. The main road is not too busy, but it comes out from a west gate.

There are many homeless people over there, and there are also many beggars.

I led the jade corpse to search for a long time in Ximen, but I didn't see the homeless man.The vagrants were dressed similarly, and some of them scolded me away when I asked them questions.

Finally, in front of a trash can, I saw the uncle.

"Uncle, I'll treat you to a chicken. Okay?" I approached and spoke.

"I won't eat it. I caught five roosters and burned them yesterday." The uncle took out half of the unfinished soy milk from the trash can and drank it gulply.

"Tell me what you want to eat?" I couldn't laugh or cry, the five roosters brought into the old building were eaten by the uncle.

"Get some duck necks, have a bottle of Zhijiang Daqu, sit here, let's talk." The uncle pointed to the bank steps next to the trash can, and squinted at me.

I don't talk nonsense, I made five duck necks, got chicken wings, got some lotus root slices, ordered some boiled kelp, and bought a bottle of Zhijiang Daqu.

Uncle rubbed his hands, saw that I came back with something, drooling, grabbed the neck of the duck and started to eat, and finally his hands and mouth were all stained with oil, opened Zhijiang Daqu, and started to drink.

Then he stained his mouth and said very comfortably: "It would be nice if there was a cigarette at this time."

Damn, I don't talk nonsense, just smoke.

The uncle took a puff of cigarette: "Ask."

"Is there anything unusual about you sleeping in the old building?" I was busy for a long time just to ask this question.

The uncle took a drag on his cigarette, stretched out his hand and grabbed a lice on his back, and with a bang, his hand was bloody.

"This corrupt official is like a louse on the hands of the common people."

"Uncle, you are so chivalrous. Well, what happened?"

"Let me tell you. There is a hand touching me at night." The uncle glanced at Xie Xiaoyu beside him, and subconsciously said, "That hand touched my chest, touched my abdomen, even It's my lifeline... Sometimes that hand can still move, how can I put it, it's still very happy."

After the uncle finished speaking, he grinned grinningly, revealing a row of yellow teeth.

I have a chill. Is it possible that the homeless uncle who is afraid of death just goes back every day to enjoy that happy hand?

"Uncle, is there anything else? Did you see anyone?" I asked with the chill in my heart.

"I'll tell you the truth. I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid of ghosts. Some people can't do it. They do too many bad things and are very afraid of ghosts." The old homeless man shook his head, stood up and walked away unsteadily. up.

The last words of the homeless uncle were very sad, and he didn't know what he was going to do.I got up and collected all the garbage on the ground and threw it into the trash can.

An old sanitation worker was resting next to the trash can, with tanned skin, wearing an orange-red vest, smoking a four-pack of Baisha cigarettes, and sighed: "He seems to have been petitioning for ten years. He usually picks up cigarettes nearby. Order something to eat. There are two packs of materials in the underwear."

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

"It seems that his younger brother was shot because of a murder. He felt that his younger brother was wronged... so he insisted on petitioning. I saw his leg was broken twice." The sanitation uncle finished smoking and stubbed out the cigarette butt.

After taking two steps, he picked up the two sticks that a couple had just dropped.

Under the street lamp, on a small bench, sat a little girl who was doing her homework seriously, smiling at the old sanitation worker.

"Grandpa. I'll write 'I love the Republic'..."

I fled with the jade corpse.The people living at the bottom of the city rely on what kind of philosophy to live.

When I rushed back to Baimeng Flower Shop, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.Yu Yuwei packed up and might close the door.

Now the business is basically managed by Yu Yuwei.

I asked her if she had a crush on either Tieniu or Liu Jibao.Yu Yuwei shook her head and smiled, boss, don't ask, I'm not good enough for them, they are good people with kind hearts.

I laughed out loud, you, if it’s hard to choose, just toss a coin to decide.

Yu Yuwei's face was full of black lines, and she said how could she toss a coin?

When the flower shop closed at twelve o'clock, I took Xiaojian and Xie Xiaoyu home to Room [-] on the fourth floor of Unit [-], but Xie Lingyu still didn't come back.

The strange thing is that the person who asked my address to send the materials to me has not acted for a long time.The next day, I started ordering takeout.

I searched all the information about the old building, mostly from the school history archives, and finally found the head of the household who lived on the 302 and 502 floors of the old building.

502 is where Ye Wenxin lives.

There are a few people living in 302, but the strangest thing is that all seven of them have gone crazy.The seven people went crazy and couldn't bear it after living in it for a few days. It is said that they all died strangely in the end.Because of the age relationship, it is normal for most ghosts and snakes to go crazy because they can't stand the test of the masses.

The 302 problem is much more serious than I imagined.

In order to find out everything about 302, I didn't go out for seven days.

It was the seventh day after Xie Lingyu left that Xiaojian finally got used to it, and began to accept all kinds of fried rice or fried chicken for takeout.

That night, I called two Xiaochao back to make up for Xiaojian so that he wouldn't lose weight.A dog that is too skinny is definitely not good looking.

After dinner, Chen Tutu called me.

I haven't received a call from this Shanghai woman for a long time. I thought it was a stranger when I heard the voice, but I still recognized it after saying a few words.

Chen Tutu asked me to go there, so I had no choice but to go there, I didn't want to have an affair with her anyway, so I just took Xie Xiaoyu and Xiaojian with me, thinking that there must be nothing good, so I took everything with me, and left on a motorcycle.

Chen Tutu's home was near the Second Bridge. He knocked on the door and entered, only to see Chen Tutu hugging the quilt, shivering. It turned out that he had a fever.

It's really strange, why did Chen Tutu ask me for help when he had a fever.After thinking about it, I am afraid that no man is willing to go to the house of a woman who touches dead people every day in the middle of the night, and I must be an exception.

Chen Tutu glanced at Xie Xiaoyu, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "Why did you bring so many people here?"

I didn't go back to Chen Tutu, I stepped forward and touched Chen Tutu's forehead, it was very hot, and said commandingly: "I have to take care of them, put on your clothes, and bring your ID card and medical insurance card. I'll take you Go to the hospital."

Chen Tutu was speechless by what I said, so she stood up weakly, changed a piece of clothes, and added a windbreaker.

I was wrapped in my hands by the sheets on the bed, and I carried Chen Tutu on my back.When we got downstairs, let Chen Tutu sit in front wrapped tightly in a sheet, I drove the motorcycle, Xie Xiaoyu sat in the back, and drove out with a roar.

Chen Tutu almost fell down a few times, but I supported him, but still touched some parts.

I took it to the emergency room for an injection, and my body temperature was already 39 degrees, and I almost became a big fool.

Sitting weakly on the chair, I saw the doctor and asked for an overnight drip.

I covered Chen Tutu with a quilt, and when I saw that she had fallen asleep, I took a pee, whistled, and brought Xiaojian over.

But at the door of the toilet, I saw Ye Qingyou, who was selling fake flowers, crying alone on the long chair outside the toilet.

He held a critical illness notice in his hand.

I heard him say that someone in the family was sick before he went out to lie. It seems that his wife has some kind of cancer. It seems to be true.

If it is not difficult, a man is always unwilling to cry.I walked very lightly, even when I went to the toilet to drain the water, I tried my best to control my voice, and I didn't want to disturb Ye Qingyou, an infatuated liar.

There is a little ghost story tonight, and I will tell you about it.

It was a joke between two nurses on the night shift.Generally, there are some places for supernatural stories: hospitals, girls' dormitories, funeral parlors, haunted houses, and taxis.

What about the female corpse in the hospital mortuary, what about the sound of leather shoes in the girl's dormitory, what about the mysterious disappearance of the dead in the funeral home, and what about the two black cats in the haunted house that are cat spirits.

But everyone is very curious why there are more ghost stories in taxis. It is because taxis often travel at night, and they will see many strange things and pick up and drop off many strange people.

To tell the truth, more than half of the taxi drivers have had such an experience.When I was counting the money the next morning, I found that there were several Ming coins in the front of the received car.

The following story I heard was in the hospital, but it didn't happen in the hospital.

The two nurses really had nothing else to do except change the bottle for the fever patient.This time, the sporadic patients who received injections did not need to change their dressings.

(End of this chapter)