Huaxia ahead, monsters are forbidden

Chapter 154 Uncle, Shadow

"When I was young, my family was in a good family, and I bought a big color TV. I also watched some TVs like ghosts. At that time, I knew it was fake, but I wasn't too scared.

"But I'm not afraid that it's just TV. I saw it with my own eyes, but it almost scared me out of my wits. That look, tsk tsk."

The small room was empty, with a worn-out straw mat spread on the floor.

On the ground aside, there was a dim kerosene lamp.

A man in shabby clothes sat on a straw mat.

He was wearing a green trench coat with a brown sweater inside, a belt around his waist, and a pair of thick-soled broken leather shoes under his feet.

His hair was long and seemed to be messy, and there were bushy beards all over his face.

But the make-up goes well with the outfit.

Although worn out, it was still neatly dressed, and it looked like it had a unique temperament.

His accent has a hint of northern Shaanxi, which sounds rough, but there are also some Sichuan accents, and he may have spent time there.

In the dark room, accompanied by a kerosene lamp, I listened to the vicissitudes of the old man telling the story of the past.

This situation, this scene,
What a pain in the ass!

Wang Hai, who was sitting at the door, stroked his forehead speechlessly. Wang Hai was not very interested in the "green hat story" that the uncle surnamed Zhou was talking about.

He had noticed someone hiding in the house before, so he quietly moved over, hoping to subdue the person while he was careless.

But after coming in, I found that the other party was hiding far away in the corner, with his hands raised above his head, seemingly harmless.

Later, when he found that he could talk, Wang Hai asked him why he appeared here.

Then, the uncle lit a kerosene lamp, sat on the straw mat, and adjusted his position again. After feeling satisfied with the atmosphere, he began to talk about his past.

From birth...

"Uncle, what I asked you was why you appeared here. Why did you tell me when I was a child?" Wang Hai said helplessly.

The uncle paused for a while, "Oh, that's right, I haven't seen anyone for a long time, and when I got excited, I said that I went astray."

"Actually, it's because my family has changed a few years ago, so... well, it's a thing of the past, so I don't need to mention it. I have been in Qingxia for almost ten years, and I have lived here since the clock tower was abandoned. Anyway And a place to stay."

"Uncle, I don't think you look like you have a physical problem. Even if your family is in decline, you won't be like this." Wang Hai asked.

"When I left home, I took some money with me and tried to start a business, but it was not the material and I lost it. Then, my savings were all spent, and I had no choice but to wander like this. Alas..." The uncle sighed, quite sadly. emotion.

"Then you can work to save some savings first, at least you don't have to wander around."

Speaking of this, the uncle's face straightened, and he hummed: "Huh! It is impossible to work part-time. I will never work part-time in this life, and I will not do business. I can only go out occasionally to pick up some bottles to live."

Wang Hai was speechless for a while, feeling how familiar these words sounded?

Could it be that the uncle's surname is Zhou?

"Then uncle, it's inconvenient to ask what kind of business you used to do."

"I didn't have much money at the time, so I rented a shop in front of the town's primary school and sold breakfast."

At the gate of the primary school, sell breakfast?

Wang Hai thought for a moment about the hot breakfast stall at the door in elementary school, and he was also puzzled.

The shops in front of the school also have a lot of traffic, and they are not closed. Many families choose to eat at the school gate, which is convenient and cheap.

As for whether it tastes good or not, it's actually pretty much the same.

No matter how unpalatable porridge and pancakes are, where can they be unpalatable?

It is said that the location is good, even if you don't make money, at least you won't lose money, right?

Therefore, Wang Hai asked curiously: "Uncle, why did you pay for it? Is the price inappropriate?"

"No, I can't get up in the morning." The uncle said very bachelorly.

Wang Hai: "..."

After chatting for a while, Wang Hai found out that this uncle is really a weirdo. He kept telling jokes with him, but he still said it with a serious face.

"Let's talk about the clock tower. No one has taken care of it all these years. The clock tower has long been broken, and it is impossible to ring the time. But every midnight, the bell still rings. This... is it Because of you?"

Wang Hai looked expectantly, if the midnight bell was really caused by this uncle, then this investigation can come to an end here.

I ran into the deserted building alone in the middle of the night, but didn't gain anything, so I inevitably felt a little disappointed.

"No, I basically only work on the first and second floors. I don't dare to go to the places above." As he spoke, the uncle shook his head, and a trace of fear flashed in his deep eyes.

Wang Hai noticed this detail, and quickly asked: "What's on it, why don't you dare go there?"

The uncle rubbed his hands, as if he felt a little cold, and took out a green military jug from his arms, which contained cheap bulk wine.

He unscrewed the cap and took a few gulps.

After exhaling a breath of turbidity, he might have felt better. Then he picked up the wine bottle and said with a serious face: "Young man, no matter what your purpose is for coming here, it's best to stop here. This bell tower can eat people." of."

"eat human?"

"A few youngsters played here a few years ago, and you know that they made one crazy."

"Well, I heard that the high school student is now a celebrity, you can find it online, he is the leader of the beggar gang in Qingshui."

The uncle shook his head and said: "Since I came in, I haven't dared to go up there. Those youngsters are also bold. They didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came here to find excitement. They really got their brains smashed by meteorites. There is a pit!"

Wang Hai: "..."

"It was about five years ago. I don't know the date of my life now, and I can't remember the details. That day I was sleeping upstairs, and I heard someone knocking on the door in a daze. There is space in here, and the sound is very loud.

"I didn't think about it at first, but they were so loud that they couldn't sleep at all.

"No way, I got up and got ready to go out and have a look.

"At that time, they just went up to the second floor, and I surprised them when I came out, maybe I didn't think there was anyone up there.

"I originally planned to talk to them, but don't disturb my sleep.

"Before they could say anything, those youngsters fled away, shouting 'there are ghosts, there are ghosts'. Hehe, this courage is still an adventure.

"However, there was one person who didn't run away, and stood there looking at me."

"Then he is quite courageous." Wang Hai said.

The uncle laughed, "What a dare, he just pissed in fright, and his legs and feet can't be controlled."

Wang Hai also laughed, listening to the uncle continue talking.

"Afterwards, the two of us chatted for a while, and he asked me if I was the one who rang the midnight bell. I said, I don't have that kind of leisure, I might as well sleep for a while if I have that strength. It's okay not to say But when he said this, he regained his spirits.

"Maybe it's because he was too embarrassing when he peed his pants before. He wanted to save some face, so he insisted on going upstairs, saying that he wanted to see what was going on, and he couldn't stop it."

While talking, the uncle shook his head helplessly, and took out the flagon to drink again.As a result, the hand that twisted the bottle cap suddenly stopped, staring straight at Wang Hai.

"And then, what happened?"

The uncle didn't speak, and raised his right index finger tremblingly, pointing at Wang Hai's back.

It's getting colder this night...

The biting cold made Wang Hai shiver.There was a slight cool breeze blowing slowly from the back of his neck, which made his hair stand on end, and his goosebumps stood up.

I still remember seeing the white shadow flashing by the window before entering the door, and the inexplicable sense of peeping in the hall.The homeless man said he has been sleeping on the second floor, so who is Shiro?Where does that inexplicable sense of voyeurism come from?

Seeing the uncle's frightened look, Wang Hai was a little confused.

What's behind me?
Wang Hai swallowed his saliva, moved his shoulders slowly, looked at the direction the homeless man was staring at, estimated the approximate location in his heart, picked up the hammer, and smashed it hard.

"Ah!~"

A white shadow flashed past, and the shrill scream pierced the eardrums, as if it was shouted in the human brain, and the shock made people's brain hurt.

"Stop!" Suppressing his dizzy head, Wang Hai chased him out with a hammer in hand.

I ran all the way to the third floor, and the inside was empty, very empty.

The white shadow disappeared as soon as it got here, the thing moved so fast, Wang Hai only had time to see a phantom floating in, and after chasing it in, he couldn't see anything.

He took out the Spike flashlight and started searching.

When the hammer hit it just now, there was basically no tactile sensation, just like hitting a bed sheet, but I actually heard a scream.

"Is that thing a ghost?" Wang Hai frowned and walked inside.

At the time of the demolition, almost everything here was moved, and it looked very empty, but maybe I left in a hurry, so some things were left behind.

The walls are very old, the rough white has lost a lot, and there are still a few pieces of wall covering on the floor near the wall.

Wang Hai reached out and tapped on the wall, the sound was small and solid.

The wall skin is really old, and it will fall down after touching the edge twice casually.

Going further inside, there is an office. The desks and chairs have not been removed, and the layout of the entire room seems to be quite complete.

The table is made of mahogany lacquer, it is very large, and it can be flattened to look like five or six newspapers.

There were several boxes of medicines scattered on it. Wang Hai took a look and found that they were all anti-inflammatory drugs, ibuprofen, and sedatives.

Wang Hai sat down on the chair as if nothing had happened, and opened the first drawer on the left. There were several envelopes and stamps in it, but there were no letters in it.

Nothing was gained, so Wang Hai opened the second drawer, which contained several broken pens and some coins.

At the bottom is a cabinet, which is empty.

Then he saw the bookshelf on the right, mostly contemporary literary works and manuscripts.

After flipping through it, a cyan notebook with a butterfly cover attracted Wang Hai's attention.

He took out the notebook, and there wasn't much dust on it, probably because it was blocked by other books.

The paper leaves were a little yellowed. After turning over the front calendar, a piece of delicate handwriting attracted Wang Hai's attention.

The handwriting is beautiful, it should be a diary or something. It is worth mentioning that it is still written in English.Wang Hai's English is not very good, and he can only understand part of it.

"Dear Alice, I have been in this city for two years, everything is fine, the only thing I can't let go of is missing you. Have you received the letter I sent you?"

"Dear Alice, it should be Christmas Eve today, how are you over there? My term of office here is coming to an end, I think we can meet soon."

"Dear Alice, I miss you, today is the 873rd day since you left, I'm sorry, I can't go back temporarily, the bridge connecting each other is blocked, please don't cry, write me back."

"Dear Alice, I've been feeling very bad recently. I always have a fever and headache, and there are ulcers on my body. I don't know if it's malaria. Can you write me back?"

"Alice, why didn't you write me back, I may not have much time, the bridge has been sealed, they won't let me go back, I miss you so much, Alice."

"..."

The content of the diary basically revolves around a person named Alice, and the name should be a girl.

Through some intermittent understanding, Wang Hai probably has some understanding.

The owner of the handwriting should be a Chinese who is far away from his homeland, possibly an Englishman. He seems to have come here for some unavoidable reason, but he still misses his lover all the time.

Afterwards, it should be that the cross-strait exchanges were closed, and he couldn't go back, and at this time he got terminally ill and died in a foreign country.

This office should have been used by him.

There are spare envelopes and stamps in the drawer, as well as a worn-out pen. It seems that he has been writing there a lot, but he may have received few or no replies.

"poor guy……"

Wang Hai shook his head, feeling a little worried about the ancients.

The third floor was quickly searched, after all, there were only a few rooms.

I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down with a flashlight. There was nothing inside.

The flashlight shone on the ground, and there was a row of fresh footprints. He remembered that there were absolutely no footprints before he came in.

Looking back, the source of the footprints started from the stairs, and there was a large piece of white ash scattered on the ground.

That footprint should have been left by accidentally stepping on this thing.

In other words, when I was searching inside and reading the diary, a person came up from downstairs and walked upstairs?

Was it he who rang the bell?

With the light of the flashlight, Wang Hai followed his footprints up the stairs.

The footprints didn't last long, maybe the white ash had been wiped off, and the footprints became lighter and weaker until they disappeared.

The fourth floor is very spacious, it looks like a factory, and it looks like an altar, he can't tell.

There are some chemical furnaces and the like inside, which are already empty, leaving some gray-black residue.

"The footprints are connected here, where did the people go?"

Wang Hai frowned and thought about it. Looking at the direction where the footprints connected, they should have come from downstairs.

who is it?

Uncle?
Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, the sound was not loud, like some kind of murmur, accompanied by some echoes.

Slowing down his pace, Wang Hai landed on his toes and slowly walked towards the direction of the source of the sound.

He turned off the flashlight, and with the high light coming in from the skylight, in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling tens of meters away.

"Who!?"

Before he could exclaim softly, Wang Hai's mouth was covered by a big hand, and he felt that his neck tightened, and he was dragged away by the collar.

As soon as he felt that the strength was getting lighter, Wang Hai broke free with all his strength, and waved his hand and smashed it with a flashlight.

The wrist was grabbed with great force.

At this time, Wang Hai saw the other party's face.

"why you?"

(End of this chapter)