Chapter 210 What cannot be discussed after dark (please vote for the third update)
"Old man, did you lock this door?"
Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs, With the most pure and kind expression on his face, he reached into his pocket and grabbed the electric shock weapon.
The old man didn't seem to hear what Han Fei said. He was very old and had age spots on his face. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was holding a birdcage without a bird in it.
"Uncle? Can you hear me?" As soon as Han Fei was about to approach the old man, the old man turned around and began to walk slowly upstairs.
When the old man moved upward, Han Fei saw two very thin feathers remaining on the old man's free hand. He seemed to have just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.
"What a strange man."
When seeing such a weird old man, most people's first reaction is to stay away, but after Han Fei noticed the abnormality, he ran straight up. .
"Uncle, can I help you go home?"
Han Fei walked to the old man with great enthusiasm. When he took the initiative to support the old man's arm, the old man's body visibly stiffened.
"I'm here to film. If I have caused you any trouble, I apologize."
Every word Han Fei said was very polite. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not take Han Fei seriously. Not driven away.
Escorted to the fifth floor, the old man stopped at the door of his house and did not dare to go in. He turned to look at Han Fei and found that Han Fei had no intention of leaving at all.
"Uncle, do you still remember the writer who lived on the fourth floor?"
Han Fei looked like he wouldn't leave until you told him. The old man stopped at the door for a long time, and finally He said: "He died, more than ten years ago."
The old man's voice was very low, and it felt as if his fingernails had scratched frosted glass, which was very uncomfortable.
"I know he is dead. Did he do anything unusual before his death? You are all neighbors, so you should know each other very well, right?"
"More than ten years ago I can’t remember clearly.” The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive.
"Really?" Han Fei is a master of acting. He is very accurate in reading people. The old man must know something: "Has anyone come here to ask about spider-related things before?"
"Yes." The old man's voice was so weak that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.
“What did that person ask?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you have his contact information?”
“He is also dead. "
The air solidified instantly. The old man raised his head and pointed to the roof of the building: "He jumped from here. He was not afraid of anything like you at first. Later, he seemed to be attacked by someone. Something got tangled up.”
The old man's voice gradually lowered, and there was a hint of fear in his turbid eyes: "Those things really exist, whether you believe it or not, don't go to the fourth floor after dark, otherwise the next person to jump may be You."
"Old man...have you seen anything?" Han Fei not only has superb acting skills, he also studied psychology and has rich "clinical" experience, just from the changes in the old man's facial expressions. You can infer a lot of things.
The old man, who had been avoiding his eyes, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.
He stared at Han Fei's face, his chapped lips slowly opened, revealing his yellow-brown teeth. When he was about to say something, there was a sudden sound of bells and quilts coming from a room on the fourth floor. A shaking sound.
Almost the moment the sound rang out, the old man didn't care about anything. He opened the door and hurried inside, as if something bad would happen if he was slow.
Han Fei did not stop the old man. When he saw the old man opening the door and entering the house, he naturally followed him in and helped the old man close the door.
"Uncle, what was that sound just now?" All the rooms on the fourth floor were unoccupied and all the doors were locked. In this case, what could be causing the bell?
"The wind chimes are ringing. When the previous writer was not in trouble, his wind chimes would often ring when it was getting dark."
The old man stood in the living room holding a birdcage. At the door, he never expected that Han Fei would follow him in. He now doubted whether an unknown person had sneaked into the crew, because the young man in front of him did not look like an actor in either his dress or his temperament.
"Really?" Han Fei remembered the information about the wind chime, and his eyes slowly jumped past the old man and looked into the room.
There are many shrines placed in the small room. The shrines are all different in height and size. Most of them are covered with black cloth, and it is unknown what gods live inside.
"Uncle, why do you invite so many gods to your family? You can't invite gods randomly." Han Fei has seen a lot of things in the deep world and knows a little about them.
“I didn’t want to invite gods, but shrines always appeared in the building, and I didn’t know who placed them. I saw them and didn’t dare to throw them in the corridor, so I took them all with me. Back home." Seeing that Han Fei had no intention of leaving, the old man sighed softly: "I really have no intention of harming you. I mean, when I stared at you in the corridor just now, I also wanted to remind you not to have anything to do with that writer. Everyone who has anything to do with him will die inexplicably. Many strange things in this building are also related to him. . ”
After entering his home, the old man became more courageous and dared to speak loudly.
"Is the death unclear?" Han Fei thought of Butterfly's usual modus operandi. He now suspected that Butterfly secretly killed the people who wanted to investigate the spider.
If this is the case, it means that the butterfly is afraid, and the spider may really know the butterfly's weakness!
"It seems that you really don't know anything." The old man shook his head: "More than ten years ago, many strange things happened near the Beijiao Meat Factory. The first thing was the strange smell of the pork from their factory. Incomparable, everyone likes to buy it. I didn’t know it later. What's going on? There are rumors that people have died in the equipment used to process pork, so his meat has a special taste."
"Is this a rumor?"
"I'm sure. Ah, but many people still feel uncomfortable , so I gradually stopped buying the meat produced by their factory.” The old man looked out the window, and he could still see the abandoned factory building downstairs: “After the sales dropped, the meat quality of the Beijiao Meat Factory began to deteriorate. , a fishy smell gradually began to appear in their meat.”
“No one knows the reason for the fishy smell. Anyway, their business was getting worse and worse until they were shut down some time ago. , their boss’s partner suddenly disappeared.”
"The police couldn't find anyone anywhere. When they finally checked the warehouse list of the meat processing factory, they found that the number of processed pigs did not match. There seemed to be one extra pig."
"Maybe it was just a coincidence. But it was spread by someone who was interested, and the result was Everyone even thought there was something wrong with the meat factory.”
The old man sighed softly: “In the end, the meat factory closed down, and the boss became the first person to commit suicide in the family yard of the meat factory. He jumped from the building. It hit a second-hand car that I had been driving for several years.”
“He is not even willing to change his car. This person may have been wronged.”
“Actually, everyone around him knows that he is innocent, and everyone thinks that he is a very innocent person. A nice person, but who knew he would end up here? One step." After the old man finished sighing, his voice slowly changed, as if what he was about to say couldn't be too loud: "The boss of the meat factory is just the beginning. Since his death, the family home of the meat factory has changed. Something is wrong.”
"What's wrong?"
"Everyone can always hear someone walking in the corridor at night. Occasionally, you can smell a meaty smell drifting into the house along the cracks in the door. Many people think they are dead. The boss is back."
The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and said in one breath: "Everyone is very scared. At this time, there are bold young people who do not believe in evil. They squat in the corridor at night to check. .”
< br>“After watching for several nights, they did not find the ghost of the boss, but they followed the fishy smell to the writer’s room on the fourth floor. All the fishy smell seemed to come from his home.”
"The writer himself is a very lonely person. He hardly goes out. He occasionally meets outsiders and behaves very strangely. He is sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle like a woman."
"Everyone regards the writer as an alternative existence in this building, and rarely communicates with him. In the past, there was no conflict between wells and rivers, but now that something happened in the building, everyone began to doubt this weirdo."
"Suspicion. I was suspicious, but no one had any evidence, and the matter would come to a standstill.”
“But only three days have passed, and I have been squatting in the corridor. A smelly man committed suicide in the building, and the way he died was exactly the same as the owner of the meat factory. "
"The man was young, unmarried, and had no mental problems. He left suddenly. "
"Although the police in the northern suburbs of Xinhu classified his death as suicide, everyone thought it was the ghost of the owner of the meat factory. "
"Those who have the ability are preparing to move out, while those who have no ability are starting to think of all kinds of other ways." The old man glanced at the surrounding shrines: "There will be many residents asking knowledgeable people to come over and take a look. The knowledgeable people have heard the neighbors gossiping about the writer. After the incident, I felt that the writer's house There was a ghost inside and he wanted to go in to exorcise the evil spirit. "
"The writer didn't agree, so the man forced himself in. That afternoon, the knowledgeable man finished the magic and said that he had solved the ghost of the owner of the meat factory. He was in the neighbor's house. With our kind invitation, we decided to stay here for one night. "
"They drank a lot, and in the middle of the night, the knowledgeable person suddenly disappeared. We only saw him on the wire outside the second floor of the community at dawn. He seemed to be drunk. After drinking, he fell from the balcony on the second floor and his neck was wrapped around He was caught on the wire and hanged to death."
The old man glanced at the slowly setting sun. No matter how much Han Fei urged him, he did not dare to talk any more. It seemed that he would talk about this after dark. , which may attract something in the building.
Seeing that the old man kept silent, Han Fei did not dare to press. He just thought that Director Zhang seemed to be planning to get everyone together to discuss the script tonight. The contents of the script were completely based on the spider's personal experience. Experienced adaptation.
"If we discuss the script in this building, will something happen?" Holding the script in his hand, Han Fei felt the pressure and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes. (End of this chapter)