My Iyashikei Game

The hot water relieved the muscles and veins, Huang Ying finally recovered, and his body regained a little strength.

Twice the playback window, then Huang Ying swiped the video aside and played comedies and cartoons on the home screen.

Listening to the funny jokes and festive music, he dared to continue to look at the shrunk video window.

The video continued to play. The man in the picture was holding a mobile phone and shot behind him. It could be seen that he was very scared now, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"Has it entered my house?"

Grabbing the glass ashtray on the coffee table, the man took pictures inside the house with his mobile phone. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or talking to someone: "Can the mobile phone really capture it?"

The man in the video carefully checked all the rooms. There were no ghosts in the room. Huang Ying, who was off the screen, also watched carefully, and did not find anything unusual in the man's house.

"But the neighbor clearly said that the ghost entered my house?" The man was still very disturbed: "Could it be that the neighbor was beaten by a ghost! He was with the ghost? The ghost didn't actually enter my house, he just wanted to trick me into opening the door. ?"

The more the man thought about it, the more likely it was: "The neighbors are deliberately scaring me, and when I open the door to escape, the ghosts outside will really run in!"

Thinking of this, goose bumps appeared on the man's arm: "Fortunately I didn't listen to him, I almost opened the door just now..."

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The phone that was being filmed suddenly began to vibrate, and the man had to exit the shooting mode. After he glanced at the caller ID, his expression slowly softened: "Wife? Why are you calling me at this time? Are you still asleep?"

"There are so many bugs in the countryside that I can't sleep at all." There was a bit of resentment in the woman's voice: "When will my son and I go back? Did you really see a ghost in the corridor?"

"How could I lie to you about this kind of issue!" The man's voice suddenly became higher, and then he seemed to be worried about being heard by the ghost outside the door, and he quickly lowered his voice: "You can bear it a little longer, it's really not good, we Don't you and your son want to move to the new city?"

"Do you have enough money at home? Don't daydream every day! I think you should take a few days off and go see a doctor. You'll be talking about it every day."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The man listened to the familiar chatter of the woman on the phone, and the fear in his heart was slowly dispelled. He put the glass ashtray in his hand on the shoe cabinet in the corner of the screen: "By the way, I haven't told you yet, but the voice came up again today! There's more than one of them!"

When the man lowered his voice and called the woman, the shoe cabinet in the corner of the video seemed to be pushed away by something, and an arm seemed to stick out from the shoe cabinet, and then grabbed the heavy glass ashtray.

"Let me tell you, the neighbor on the other side may have been attacked by a ghost. He just ran over and knocked on the door, saying that a ghost ran into our house, but if he really saw a ghost, would he dare to go out?" The man was on the phone Walking out of the video screen, his figure can be vaguely reflected on the tiles.

"He still wants to trick me into going out. How can I go out at this time?"

The glass ashtray placed on the shoe cabinet began to move slowly and slowly disappeared from the picture.

"Wife, you stay a few more days, I promise..."

When the man said this, another figure vaguely appeared on the tile, very vague, and the other party seemed to have no body.

The man didn't notice it at all, but Huang Ying could see clearly outside the screen. The blurred figure raised the ashtray and smashed it heavily on the man's head.

"Bam! Boom! Bam..."

One after another, blood splattered on the tiles and shoe cabinet, and then the man's blood-stained face fell in the middle of the picture, his eyes widened, his eyes full of horror.

The picture is frozen here, but the video is not over yet.

The man's phone fell to the ground, and his wife kept screaming, thinking something had happened.

After a while, Huang Ying saw the arm appear again, it picked up the phone on the ground, and then began to imitate the man's voice.

"It's alright, wife, I killed a mouse just now, and it may have caused the abnormal noise these days."

"Then do we still need to live in the country? It's dirty and messy, with lots of bugs."

"If you really don't want to stay in the country, then come back tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Well, you have worked hard during this time, and I will cook you a big meal."

After the phone hung up, blood-red shoe prints appeared one after another on the floor behind the man. The closed door was suddenly opened, and there was a knock on the security door close to the neighbor's house.

The window where the video was playing suddenly went dark, and when it returned to normal, the picture became much darker, and the scene in the video was no longer a corridor, but a luxurious-looking bedroom.

Two fair-skinned women are sitting by the bed, one wearing a face mask and the other recommending a certain skin care product to her.

The two of them were wearing pajamas, both of them were in very good shape, and the scale of their chat was also very large.

While talking, one of the women suddenly glanced at the watch on the wall of the bedroom, and the time on the clock was three o'clock in the morning.

Her expression changed a little, and then she took another woman's hand.

"Thank you for coming to accompany me, Ah Xin. After my husband disappeared for no apparent reason, I was really scared to live in such a big house by myself."

"Little Jie

, you don't say that. "A Xin looks average, but has a good personality. She can see that Liu Jie is in a bad mood and deliberately wants to make the other party happy: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep in such a luxurious bed in my life." "

"If you want to stay, you can come here often in the future." The girl called Xiaojie hugged Axin: "It's nice to have you as a friend."

"Go to sleep now, otherwise it will be a waste to apply such expensive skin care products." A Xin got into the quilt, she was about to turn off the bedroom light, but was stopped by Xiao Jie.

"Still don't turn off the lights? I'm afraid of the dark." Xiaojie also lay on the bed.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

"By the way, Ah Xin, I have one more thing to tell you." Xiao Jie looked at Ah Xin seriously: "I seem to have the habit of sleepwalking, if I wake up after falling asleep, you must wake me up. "

"Sleepwalking?"

"Well, I don't actually know. My husband told me that before."

"I promise to wake you up and sleep at ease." The two girls covered the quilt, and the lights in the bedroom were still on at this time.

The video screen played by the small window suddenly went black again. When the screen appeared again, the lights in the luxurious bedroom in the video had been turned off, and the clock on the wall showed the time at 3:30 in the morning.

"Den, Deng, Deng..."

There was a strange sound in the video, and it was impossible to tell what was coming from the sound.

A Xin, who was familiar in bed, was woken up by the voice. She rubbed her eyes and asked Xiao Jie softly, but no one responded.

When she reached out to the other side of the double bed, she realized that there was no one there.

"Little Jie?"

Sitting up in a daze, Ah Xin found that the bedroom light had been turned off by someone.

She tried pressing the switch, but the light didn't come on: "Tripped? Or is the fuse blown?"

Holding the phone to illuminate, A Xin called out Xiao Jie's name while walking to the bedroom door.

The strange sound seemed to come from the kitchen, and she walked carefully through the living room and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Little Jie?"

Xiao Jie, who was wearing a kitchen skirt, stood in front of the chopping board. She closed her eyes, held a table knife in both hands, and slashed at the chopping board, but there was nothing on the chopping board.