Abnormal items

After the cracked girl finished speaking, she looked at Jie Zuo with a smile, hoping to see Jie Zuo's panicked expression. It's a pity that the cracked girl was disappointed, Jie Zuo still seemed to be unable to wake up, and there was no emotion in the dead fish's eyes.

Seeing that Jie Zuo didn't have any emotional fluctuations, the cracked girl stood up regretfully and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Jie Zuo.

"Don't leave yet, tell me what is going on in this place?"

The cracked girl thought for a while: "I don't dare to say, but tomorrow you can go to the Flesh and Flesh Square. There is an old acquaintance of yours there. You can ask him." After the cracked girl finished speaking, she transformed into a burst of energy. The breeze disappeared.

Jie Zuo sat on the side of the road, and the fog gradually dissipated. He held his chin and looked at the obviously medieval-style streets, thinking quietly - what should I eat in the morning next year?

…………

Mark went back to the house alone. The guy who was acting very "unusual" had not come back yet after going out for a walk.

Mark really didn't understand what there was to see. Didn't he find that everything here seemed so weird?

And those people who made the chairs are still alive. This guy actually dared to sit on it. I don’t know if he is brave or heartless.

It was already dark. Mark was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling above, quietly thinking about everything that happened during the day, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Because Jie Zuo hadn't come back yet, Mark just closed the door and didn't lock it. There is only one key for each room in this hotel, and Xie Zuo didn't take it with him when he went out.

"Click" When Mark was drowsily sleeping, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. At first, he thought it was Jie Zuo coming back, so he didn't pay attention, but then he realized something was wrong.

What came from the door was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of "dong dong dong~" hitting the ground, which was very rhythmic.

Mark's first thought was that someone was "shooting the ball" at the door.

As the sound got closer and closer, Mark's reaction was already very quick. Without even opening his eyes, he rolled over and rolled out of the bed, then rolled under the bed.

Only when he got under the bed did Mark dare to open his eyes. The sound had already come nearby: "Dong dong dong~" "Dong dong dong~".

Mark looked along the gap between the bed rail hanging on the bed and the ground, and saw a man's head with disheveled hair rising and falling on the ground.

The sound of a ball being slapped that he heard before turned out to be the sound of a "head" hitting the floor.

Mark covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. He shrank inward, curled up into a ball, and secretly prayed not to see himself.

Maybe Mark's prayer had an effect. This "thing" circled around the bed twice and then left with a "dong dong dong~" sound.

The sound grew farther and farther away until it could no longer be heard.

Cold sweat fell all over Mark's body like rain, and he didn't dare to go out and take a look even if the sound disappeared.

Mark couldn't imagine what he would be like now if he hadn't hid under the bed in time, but what he could imagine was that the end would definitely not be good.

Mark, who was secretly talking about his luck, suddenly heard the sound of hitting a ball from the door again. Mark immediately covered his mouth and did not dare to breathe out.

The voice was the same as last time. He slowly walked to the bed and then stopped moving near his bed.

"Dong dong dong~" "Dong dong dong~"

Mark had never felt his heart beating so loudly before. He covered his chest with one hand in fear, hoping that the sound of his heart beating would be quieter so that the guy outside wouldn't hear it.

The sound of hitting the ball disappeared, but Mark could feel that "it" hadn't left yet.

Just when Mark was holding his breath and concentrating, the bedside was suddenly lifted, and a head poked under the bed: "Hey hey hey, I found you!!"

"Ahhhhhh~~"

Jie Zuo picked his ears: "As for that, I don't have to react so much when I find you!"

After Mark screamed, he realized it was Jie Zuo.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Mark still didn't dare to come out and huddled under the bed.

"Ghost? Where is the ghost? A ghost that came out of the TV?" Jie Zuo was so excited that he started looking for "ghosts" all over the house.

Mark finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ji Zuo's appearance and got out from under the bed.

"Are you sick!"

"yes!"

Mark suddenly didn't know what to say.

Jie held a rubber ball in his left hand and was still rummaging around, shouting in an emotional voice: "Why, why don't you come out to see me? I've been waiting for you for so many years, and you still won't forgive me?" ?”

"Uh..." Mark looked at Jie Zuo's behavior and didn't know what expression he should use to face him. However, after Jie Zuo's interruption, the fear just now weakened a lot.

"Where did you get the ball?" Seeing that he was still turning left and right, Mark asked changing the subject.

Jie Zuo looked through it and found nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly. Hearing Mark's question, Jie Zuo raised the ball in his hand: "I picked it up in the corridor. As soon as I went upstairs, I saw this ball jumping. , I picked it up."

Mark was shocked - this situation looks weird no matter how you look at it! Would a normal person still pick up the ball?

Jie Zuo ignored Mark's surprised expression and continued: "The ball is pretty good, it's fully inflated, but it's a little dirty."

Mark walked aside and turned on the lights in the room. The lights were bright for a moment. Mark looked at the ball and shouted: "This... this is blood!!"

The ball in Xie's left hand looked like it had been fished out of a pool of blood, with blood still dripping from the ball.

Jie Zuo looked at it and said, "Well, that's right. I'll take it and wash it. It's okay. The blood is still fresh and easier to wash." After finishing speaking, Jie Zuo took the ball and walked to the bathroom.

"Is this a question of whether it's easy to wash or not? This is blood! It's blood!" Mark was dumbfounded as he watched Jie Zuo walk into the bathroom with the ball, while he screamed in his heart.

After a short time, Jie Zuo came out of the bathroom, and the ball on his hand became clean.

The ball is the kind of flower-leather ball that children play with, and it looks a bit old.

There seemed to be a name vaguely written on the ball, but I don't know if it was because it had been too long and I couldn't see clearly what was written on it.

"How about you put it back." Mark looked at the ball, becoming more and more uncomfortable, and said to Jie Zuo with some fear.

"Put it back? Why? I picked this up after all the hard work." Jie Zuo held the ball in his arms.

"What I mean is that this ball is not a good ball at first glance. Let's throw it away!" Mark was a little anxious. He didn't want to be in the same room with something that looked very weird at first glance.

"You have no evidence, how can you taint someone's innocence? Huahua is a good ball." Jie Zuo held the ball in his arms and rubbed it twice.

"Who is Huahua?" Mark asked.

Xie Zuo lifted the ball in his arms and said, "That's the name I just gave it."

"Forehead…………"