a zombie haunts me

Chapter 299 Predicting Death
"who is it?"

At that moment, I felt that my head was like a ball of paste, and I had no clue at all.

"You think, if the girl with sky eyes can really predict the future and the death of people, why does she do nothing but expose these things in the media?"

When Ah Lang said this, he couldn't help frowning slightly, which immediately made my heart become confused.

"Think about it again, if the white-haired youth is not dead, then why is he calling his assistant at this time?"

A Lang asked me two questions in a row, but obviously, I couldn't answer him.

Thinking about the ins and outs of things over and over in my heart, I found that sometimes I was really helpless.

"Okay, don't think so much, look, is that place the place where the writer lives?"

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he settled the fare and pulled me out of the car quickly.

I raised my eyes and saw a very delicate house head-on. The whole house was so special, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

By the way, I remembered, the layout of this house is exactly the same as the haunted house described in the white-haired youth novel!
All of a sudden, I felt like an electric current passed through my whole body, fear spread from the soles of my feet, and my mood was plunged into panic without any effort.

"Are you scared?"

A Lang suddenly asked me in my ear, which made my heart tremble slightly.

How could he not be afraid? I feel that this white-haired youth seems to be restoring his own novels. No, his novels are based on reality.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves around made rustling noises. I felt my head hurt, but I shook my head and said firmly to Ah Lang, "I'm not afraid!"

"Just don't be afraid, then let's go and see this guy, is he a human or a ghost!"

After all, Ah Lang pulled me and went straight to that weird house.

There are white curtains installed in the whole house, pure white color, although it seems nothing from the outside, but when the window is opened, a gust of wind blows, the curtains are flying in the wind, it looks like a building A spooky haunted house.

I took a deep breath and took the first step.

The door was not locked. We knocked on the door and found that there was no answer, so we simply walked into the house.

The silence around me was in stark contrast to my beating heart, and my breathing gradually became short of breath.

The footsteps of Ah Lang and I echoed in this empty house, and the sound seemed to reach my ears.

Suddenly, I felt a voice behind me, a voice that frightened me.

That's right, it was the footsteps of the third person!

Getting closer... getting closer...

Suddenly, I suddenly turned around, and what I saw was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with eyes rimmed with gold wire, wearing a very delicate suit and a tie around his neck. Looks like a lot of money.

"Who are you?"

He asked suspiciously, but when he saw our faces, he seemed taken aback.

"We are here to find you, or you can say, we are here to save you."

A Lang's voice answered very calmly, which made my hanging heart slowly fall to the ground.

It seems that our estimation was wrong, this white-haired youth does not seem to be dead, he is still alive, we finally arrived in time.

"I have seen the video on the Internet, but this is simply nonsense, you two young people, why do you believe these things?"

He looked at us with a lecturing look that made me feel very uncomfortable.

"You write supernatural novels yourself, don't you yourself believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

I frowned suspiciously, and my suspicious eyes fell on the man's face.

He suddenly seemed a little panicked, but soon returned to normal.

After a pause, I heard him say to me: "Just because I write this, doesn't mean I believe this. There is no logical contradiction in this, is there?"

"Oh, so, that means you haven't seen a real ghost?"

I doubted even more whether what he just said was true, and I had a faint feeling in my heart, that is, the liar that A Lang just told me might be him!
"Of course, there are no ghosts in this world. The ghosts in my works are all imagined, just like Pu Songling wrote "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio". Literary works, of course, require some imagination."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and poured us two cups of tea in front of the water dispenser beside him.

I didn't argue with him anymore, I just carefully observed everything around me.

The decoration of this house is really special, and the things in the room are basically the same, but there is a photo on the wall, a photo of a woman, the woman in that photo is very beautiful, not only beautiful, And with a unique style.

But there is no woman living in this house, because the shoe rack by the door is full of men's shoes, and they are all the same size, so it is believed to be his shoes alone.

In fact, I felt puzzled in my heart, especially when I saw his face, I always felt that he seemed to be hiding something from me.

"Do you live here alone?"

I asked while carefully observing everything around me.

A Lang was standing next to the picture of the woman, looking at the picture, seemingly thoughtful.

"Yes, only when I am alone can I have creative inspiration. I don't like to be disturbed."

His tone was very flat, but I could feel that there seemed to be something hidden in that flat tone.

"Let me take the liberty to ask, you live in this room by yourself, and you don't have a village in front of you, or a shop in your back. Don't tell me you're not afraid at all?"

More importantly, he is also a writer of supernatural novels.

"Don't be afraid, what's there to be afraid of, a person is already used to it."

His eyes looked at the picture hanging on the wall unconsciously, although I don't know what he was thinking, but at almost the same time, Ah Lang and I felt that he swallowed slightly because of nervousness .

"Yes, then why do you write about this house in your novel? In your novel, this house seems to be a haunted house. Moreover, the protagonist of your novel locks himself in the house every night. In this room, just like you are now, don't you think the things implied in your novel are too realistic?"

I deliberately slowed down the speed of speaking, just to test what he was thinking in his heart.

"It's nonsense, you go, you are not welcome here!"

He said, as if he was issuing an order to evict the guest, but that was obviously a guilty conscience, how could I not see it?

A Lang suddenly grabbed his hand, with an inexplicable cruelty in his words, he asked: "We came to help you with good intentions, but you treat us with such an attitude, isn't it justifiable?" gone?"

His wrist tightly held by Ah Lang seemed to be aching, and his tightly furrowed eyebrows had already betrayed him. After a while, he finally let go and said: "If you want to stay, I won't hinder you, but, After all, this is my home, my home!"

The last few words are particularly heavy, as if they are declaring sovereignty.

"We're not here to take your life, I don't know why you seem to hate us so much."

I asked a question back, but I was betting with myself in my heart whether he would expose the truth behind it.

"I don't hate it... I... I just don't like it."

He faltered and said, but his eyes kept wandering.

"I... I don't like to be disturbed. I almost never have guests at home, so suddenly there are guests, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. "

As he spoke, he found a chair and sat down on his own, then, as if he mustered up enough courage, he asked, "If you want to know anything, just ask."

This was a bit beyond our expectation. After a while, I looked at A Lang and thought about it, so I asked, "Do you know the girl with sky eyes?"

He seemed to be lost in thought, but he seemed uncomfortable all over, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and then lit one.

The smoke filled my eyes, and suddenly, I heard his very indifferent voice: "I know him, what's wrong?"

"How did you know each other, under what circumstances did you know each other, and when you knew each other, did you have any witnesses?"

A Lang began to turn into a policeman, questioning the man little by little, but the man gradually fell into deep thought, and kept muttering: "I don't want to know her either, knowing her is really bad luck in eight lifetimes."

"Say, I'm asking you something!"

I was not polite at all, I stepped forward and grabbed my sleeves.

"I said...I said..."

He nodded frequently, so I let him go.

He adjusted his glasses, and then said to us: "I met that woman on a TV station. At that time, I was on an interview program. During the recording of the program, I happened to meet that girl in the dressing room. Son, it was only later that I found out that she is the girl called "The Girl with Sky Eyes" in the program broadcast every night."

"and after?"

I couldn't wait, but I didn't expect that this man's speech was surprisingly slow, which made goosebumps all over my body.

"Later, this woman followed me all the time. She knew that I lived near here. I occasionally met her here. Sometimes it was sunny, sometimes it was raining, and sometimes it was cloudy, but here is It belongs to my private place, why on earth has she been lingering here?"

A Lang's eyes met a pair of ruthless eyes, as if after seeing all kinds of expressions, they gradually became dull, but he never let go of his clenched upper and lower teeth... …

(End of this chapter)