Museum of Demons

　　 It is a quarter past three in the morning, the ancient Yinshi.

　　晴.

　　 I just escaped from the folk museum left by my son.

　　 I think... I think I hit a ghost.

In the past six months, three hired people have ran away. They said they couldn’t stand it, they said they always knocked on the door in the middle of the night, they said they would bleed on the wall, they said they would hear footsteps outside, but they approached again. Will disappear, they said, they quit, they are leaving.

　　 There is a ghost?

I do not believe.

This is the most important thing left by my son. It is his life’s hard work. I can’t just let this place be so ruined without anyone guarding it. Then I’ll guard it myself. I’ll close the door and wait here. The world There can be no ghosts at all.

　　 But the knock on the door really rang.

　　 I dare to call out who is there, no one will reply.

　　 But I really saw someone there.

　　 is a prank.

　　 I think it must be those people who want to raise their wages to come up with this.

I was a little angry, holding a torch and walking over, opened the door angrily, but there was nothing outside, I thought, maybe there is really a ghost, I turned my head, but there was nothing behind, but I still felt Something was wrong, I closed the door and locked it.

　　 I plan to go back and sleep for a while.

　　 But not long after lying down, the light in the bathroom turned on.

　　 I raised my head. It’s not too big here. The bathroom is only a dozen steps away from the bed, but I am a little hesitant. However, this must be an aging circuit. I will look at it tomorrow morning.

　　 ticking, ticking.

　　 The bathroom seems to be leaking.

　　 da, da, da—

　　 is like the sound of walking on the wooden floor in slippers.

　　 It's getting closer, getting closer and closer.

　　 The sound of dripping water seems to be getting farther and farther away.

　　 I opened my eyes and looked over, there was nothing.

　　 I close my eyes.

　　 The sound of footsteps began to approach slowly again.

　　 Five steps, three steps.

　　 It stopped.

　　 Several minutes passed. It didn't move. I slowly opened my eyes. There was nothing but a plastic bag, which was blown by the wind. I was really relieved and sweating.

　　 is a bit cold, is it because the windows are not closed properly?

　　 I wrapped the quilt tightly.

　　 But an air-conditioning still blows over, I want to see if the window is really leaking.

　　 I turned my head.

　　 It's in my quilt.

　　…………

　　 Fang Hongbo hid in his car, recalling what he had just experienced, his body trembled uncontrollably.

　　 Her face swelled by the blisters, she pressed her body under the quilt, blowing air into her neck, saying that she was a bit cold, and I could use your yang energy to warm up. Can I borrow the yang energy thing? !

　　 Fang Hongbo clenched his hands tightly on the steering wheel, his face even a little sordid because of anger and fear.

　　 No more!

　　 This evil house, Ayang has passed away at a young age, it must have been harmed by tinkering with these things!

do not care! How does love go!

But he thought of his son saying to himself before he died, hoping that he could protect his hard work, and he was a little bit cruel, but he said that, he would definitely refuse to ask him to go in again, and his face was struggling for a while. , Trembling, lit a cigarette, turned on the phone to check the time.

　　 more than three in the morning.

　　 An obvious red dot on the mailbox APP.

　　Someone sent an email.

　　 He hesitated, his son's expectant eyes dangled in front of him, and finally made a decision, opened the mailbox, thinking in his heart—

If someone applies for a resume, look at it. You are old and weak. If you are a young man, you may not be afraid of those ghosts. The men did not have an accident in the previous half year. If it is an older person, or Yang Qi Inadequate women, that means God wants to close this museum by himself.

　　 Click to open the mailbox, open the resume, and look at the ID photo.

　　 A young face with sharp edges.

　　 Wei Yuan.

Fang Hongbo's chest was ups and downs, and in the end, I didn't know if it was a fluke or a pity. He let out an extremely complicated sigh, and quickly tapped his finger on the screen to change his salary from three thousand to five thousand. .

　　 then pinched a cigarette and lay on the steering wheel, not wanting to move.

　　…………

　　 "Are you scared away?"

　　 "Scared away."

　　 "Very well, it's all right now, hum, this is where we brothers belong."

　　 "Good, good."

In the Folk Museum, several invisible figures clapped each other with joy and joy. One was covered in mud and water, and I don’t know which reservoir was soaked to death by the water ghost, and there was wearing a gray suit. In ancient costumes, he poked a hideous wound in his heart, and a woman turned blue, not knowing what poison she had eaten to her death.

　　 In the end, there are two paper figures spinning in the air holding hands.

　　 The paper man's face bulged, and with all his might, he opened the door of the small refrigerator.

　　 Then he shook out a can, and after opening it, there were three ignited incense sticks inserted in it.

A few ghosts gathered around there, breathing drunkenly, the bottle of Coke is still intact, but if someone takes a sip, they will find that it has stinky, rotten, and can’t drink it at all. Up.

　　The old ghost in ancient costumes with a horrible wound on his heart stroked his palm and sighed:

　　 "Shang Shan, this thing is always drunk like a good wine, and I have never drunk it in the past."

　　The swelling water ghost said proudly: "Hmph, that's natural, this is Coke, you didn't have this in your time, this time scaring the old guy away, here is ours, and there are a lot of warehouses."

　　 The man in costume licked his lips, then hesitated:

　　 "But what if he finds someone again?"

　　 "Then you need to ask?"

　　 The water ghost stretched out his hand on his neck and pulled it, grinned, and said with a grin:

　　 "Here, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's site!"

　　 "Who will grab and beat him to death!"

　　…………

　　 Fang Hongbo stayed in the car for one night after escaping from the Folk Museum.

　　 The narrow space in the car and the diffuse tobacco smell made him feel a little relieved.

It wasn't until I got a definite reply from the young man named Wei Yuan that I took a long breath and agreed on a meeting time. It was near the Folk Museum. When the sky lighted up, I just put it down and kept holding it. heart.

　　 When it was noon, he saw the young man who submitted his resume.

　　 is wearing a pullover sweater and sportswear, but looks sturdy.

I asked if there was a girlfriend, and got a negative answer. I felt a little relieved. A bachelor in his twenties has more yang energy. Maybe he's still a boy, in broad daylight, and such a young man. , I won’t run into a ghost again. Such young people are not the same as themselves, and they may not be frightened.

　　 He took Wei Yuan and drove slowly to the Folk Museum.

　　 stopped and pretended to ask casually:

　　 "Young man, are you afraid of ghosts?"

　　 Wei Yuan looked at the green patent leather that had fallen off a lot, and the stained windows, said:

　　 "Are you a ghost? We are materialists, so where is the ghost in the world?"

　　 He smiled and answered, with his hands in his pockets, his right hand was holding a crouching tiger's waist card.

　　 Folk Museum, and the paper man in that photo is a bit evil.

　　 In order to prevent the unlucky rush to step into trouble for five thousand dollars, he specially carried the Crouching Tiger belt on him, and left when there was a problem. If he didn't do the job, is it really possible?

　　 Fang Hongbo parked the car beside.

"…Here we are."