658: Chapter 658: Soul-summoning?
Or Seeking Marriage?
658: Chapter 658: Soul-summoning?
Or Seeking Marriage?
“Soone specifically bought the haunted house?” Han Fei looked at the white wax on the ground.
“Did he place all these things?”
“Nonsense, except for that madman, who else would do such a thing…
That’s not quite right, there are indeed other weirdos in the building.” The old man seed to rember sothing.
“But the white wax was definitely laid out by him, I caught him red-handed before.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Who knows?
Ask him and he won’t say, the community doesn’t care, and we’ve even called the police, but that guy just refuses to stop.” The old man was also quite troubled.
“If you’re really curious, go and ask him yourself, but I must advise you, you can’t take everything a madman says seriously, if you do, you’re not far from madness yourself.”
After cleaning up in front of his own door, the old man closed it, perfectly exemplifying the proverb, ‘Everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep’.
“The plant-man’s girlfriend is holding a soul-returning ceremony on the seventh night, could the new resident on the fifth floor be doing this just to see his girlfriend?” Li Guo’er’s expression changed.
“Damn, we saw Marrying Ghosts last night, maybe the ghost has already run into his house!
The hoowner might have already been hard!”
“Let’s go, let’s take a look.”
Walking through the middle of the white wax, the three ca to the fourth floor.
Worried about the hoowner coming to harm, Li Guo’er hurried along, but Han Fei stopped when they got to the fourth floor.
“What’s wrong?” Little Jia, caught off guard, bumped into Han Fei’s back.
“This room…” Han Fei stared intently at the rusty security door, his pupils gradually contracting, more of the whites of his eyes showing, and his facial expressions beginning to lose control.
“I seem to have been here before.”
“Bang!”
Han Fei suddenly grabbed the doorknob, startling both Li Guo’er and Little Jia.
“Calm down!” Little Jia tried to pull Han Fei away, but Han Fei’s hands might as well have been stuck to the iron door.
“I’m not moving, it’s my body that’s moving on its own.
I must have opened this door many tis, so many that my hands have rembered the sensation.”
Without a key, his hands raised in veins, he twisted the doorknob like that, the room in front of him seeming imnsely important to Han Fei, who also didn’t expect to do such a thing.
“Could this really be my ho?”
Before long, there were hurried footsteps inside, and the hoowner ca running at the noise.
The door inside was quickly opened, and an old man with white hair appeared at the entrance, covered in age spots, wearing loose pajamas and a robe, half a smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Is this your ho?”
“Otherwise?” The old man looked Han Fei up and down through the security door.
“Has sothing happened in the neighborhood again?”
“Have you always lived here?”
“If I don’t live here, do you?” The old man had a short temper, impatiently exhaling a puff of smoke.
“Why do you keep looking into my house?
Are you looking for soone?”
“Are you sure you’ve always lived here?
Starting from over twenty years ago?”
“I’ve lived here for nearly forty years, I moved in when the complex was first built, is there a problem?” The spots on the old man’s face were dark, suggesting he would not live much longer, but he didn’t care, surrounded by countless bottles, he smoked when he smoked, he drank when he drank.
“If it’s not too much trouble, may I look inside your house?
There have been kids disappearing around here, we’re making inquiries.” Han Fei’s voice was very gentle, giving an impression of integrity.
“Into my house?” The old man’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting from Han Fei to Li Guo’er and Little Jia.
Li Guo’er looked quiet and cute with her glasses, seemingly soft and fragile, while the balding Little Jia seed simple and uncalculating.
“All right.” The old man opened the door and let the three inside.
“Thank you, sir.
What should I call you?”
“My surna is Fu.
I used to work in the orphanage, and the neighbors in the building all call Director Fu.” The old man flicked off the cigarette ash, kicking a bottle on the floor to the corner: “The house is a bit ssy, just take a seat wherever you like.”
“Director Fu?” Han Fei couldn’t determine from the man’s deanor and words whether he was lying or not.
Although the room felt incredibly familiar to Han Fei, Director Fu claid it was his ho.
“You are free to look around.
I’m old and have no strength to abduct children.
I suggest you might want to check out Building 11 – you might find sothing unexpected.” The old man, sitting by the window with a cigarette in his mouth, looked very world-weary, as if his eyes hid the light and shadow of a century.
“Building 11?” There was a special kind of understanding between Li Guo’er and Han Fei.
She didn’t know why Han Fei insisted on investigating this room, but since Han Fei wanted to, she would cooperate with him.
Without any communication, Li Guo’er sat opposite the old man, as if she truly was there to investigate missing children, she started conversing with the man, buying ti for Han Fei to inspect the room.
The old man didn’t seem to have any intention of interfering; he had lived long enough to see through life, indifferent to fa and wealth, allowing Han Fei to wander around the house.
After checking each room, Han Fei stopped in the innermost bedroom.
Nothing in its layout seed unusual, but what drew Han Fei’s attention was a photo fra.
Upon opening the drawer of a wooden desk, he found an upside-down photo fra lying among various spare keys from the house.
“Who is this?”
Han Fei picked up the photo fra.
In the picture was a little girl in red clothes, holding a flower pot filled with soil, seemingly waiting for seeds to take root and sprout.
“That’s my granddaughter.” The old man in the living room, seeing Han Fei staring at the photo fra, called out to him.
“What about your other relatives?”
“They’re all gone.
My granddaughter went missing too.
I only have this photo left of her.” Director Fu quietly smoked his cigarette, his eyes still conveying a deep weariness.
“Granddaughter?” Han Fei gently touched the photo of the girl, he had no mory related to her, but couldn’t suppress the urge in his heart, as if he wanted to pull her out of the photo.
“Do you have any other questions?” Director Fu seed tired and increasingly impatient.
“We’re leaving now.” Han Fei put the photo back in its place, and as he turned to leave, he caught a strange scene from the corner of his eye.
The scene in the photo had changed.
Instead of the little girl looking at the flower pot, there was a girl poking her head out of a living person’s stomach, her face ferocious as she reached out to grab Han Fei.
He stared blankly at the photo, but everything seed like it was just an illusion.
“Did I see it wrong?”
Even after leaving the old man’s house, Han Fei still couldn’t forget that girl – young and covered in blood, desperately trying to tell him sothing.
“Perk up!” Li Guo’er patted Han Fei on the shoulder: “The neighborhood is very normal during the day.
At night, this place overlaps with the ghost creature.
If you haven’t found what you’re looking for, don’t be disheartened.
After dark, we can co back here with you.”
The three of them reached the fifth floor, where White Wax had stopped placing items and instead stopped in front of a household’s door.
“White Wax, Paper Money, white wedding cards, and couplets – what exactly does this guy want to do?” Looking at the large white ‘happiness’ character on the door, Little Jia stepped back, but it was Li Guo’er who took the initiative to knock.
Before long, the door to the fifth floor apartnt opened on its own, and the rich aroma of at wafted out, with the sounds of sizzling and frying food coming from the kitchen.
“Cooking so early in the morning?
And all at dishes?” Li Guo’er peeked into the room.
The small apartnt was fully decorated like a bridal chamber, brightly lit and festive, but everything was in black and white.
“Is anyone there?
We’d like to ask you so questions.” Li Guo’er quietly entered the apartnt, noticing the black and white invitations scattered on the floor that hadn’t been sent out, along with a huge black and white wedding photo in the bedroom.
Even more eerie was the double bed under the wedding photo, which seed to have soone lying on it.
It was covered with a quilt from head to toe, its head not visible, perfectly still for a long ti, with only a human shape vaguely discernible.
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