[After the excitement, sleepiness suddenly struck. It came for no reason. You must know that this huge wealth is enough to stimulate anyone and keep him awake for three days and three nights.
But my brain keeps telling myself:
You are sleepy, close your eyes and rest.
Maybe you caught a cold from the rain earlier?
As soon as the thought emerged, I finally lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
However, I must not have slept long, because when I woke up again, the fire was still burning brightly without adding more wood.
Alas, lying on the uneven wooden floor to rest was really not a good option, and my body was slightly numb. So, I turned over and hugged the small wooden box tightly in my arms. Just when I was about to sleep for a while, I suddenly heard footsteps in the passage.
As I said before, the windows have all been blocked with wooden boards. Even if a few boards are removed, the space left is not enough for people to pass through, not even children!
In addition, the door was also locked, making it impossible for anyone to come in.
Unless he has the key in his hand, or he is also a gentleman.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but put my hand on the trigger of the revolver. No one can take away this money, they can only belong to me! 】
[But the stranger was not in a hurry. He wandered around the outside of the villa for a long time before slowly walking into the passage, attracted by the light of the fire.
As he approached, he didn't seem to notice me huddled in the dark corner, but went straight to the stove to warm up.
The guy was dripping wet, and I thought, even on a rainy night like this, no one could be wetter than him.
He was not wearing a hat, and his straight hair was dripping with water above his eyes and fell into the rest, making a resentful hissing sound.
A homeless person?
I immediately guessed his identity based on experience, so I hid the small wooden box containing the treasure by my side, where there was a shadow, and then said hello to him.
It didn’t take long for us to start chatting.
He kept complaining about the cold and wet weather, huddled by the fire, his teeth kept chattering, and his face turned deathly white.
"Yes," I said, "this, this is not a good day to hit the road. But I think, this villa is not often visited, so it is a pretty nice villa."
Outside, pale and numb sunflowers and tall, thick weeds swayed in the rain.
"Back in the day," he said, "there was no sturdier house in the town, and no prettier garden. This was once a regular little drawing-room. But no one lives in it now. , even homeless people rarely rest here.”
Where many beggars were accustomed to hang out, you would see rags, cans, and scraps of food, but there was nothing here.
"How could this happen?" I asked calmly as my heart moved.
Before answering, he let out a very uneasy sigh.
"Ghost," he said, "Ghost. He used to live here. This is a very sad story. I don't want to tell you. Anyway, in the end, the navigator drowned in the cistern in the garden. He was covered in blood. The mud was floating, and the neighbors worked together to pull him up.
Since then, some people have seen a man floating in the pool, some have seen him in the dark, looking at the church from a distance, waiting for his dead wife to come back, and some have seen him at the school gate, waiting for his children to get out of school.
He seemed to have forgotten how they all died, and ended up drowning himself.
And what he often does is to walk back and forth in this villa.
After the stranger finished speaking, he sighed again.
At the same time, I thought about the sound he had made before, the sound of water and mud squelching in his boots.
"Science, steam engines, internal combustion engines, and heliocentric theory. Now is the era of science. It is not acceptable to be superstitious," I said. "What's more, there are so many ghosts in the world. If there are ghosts in every abandoned house, then The homeless people have been sleeping on the street for a long time, enduring rainy nights one after another.”
There was a kind of panic in his words, like someone comforting himself.
"Yes," it said. "Yes, that's totally unbelievable. I've never seen a ghost walking around before."
I forced a smile and agreed:
"Brother, I don't believe it either. No matter whether others have seen ghosts or not, I have never seen one!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at me with a strange look for a while.
"Yeah," he said, "I hope you never will. It's hard enough for a poor man to have no money to stay. If a ghost still crawls out to find him, what's the point of justice?"
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"That's right, that's right." I quickly agreed.
At the same time, I felt a little nervous because I knew in my heart that my motive for coming here was not simple. In addition to staying overnight, I also wanted to make some money.
money!
His eyes glanced at the wooden box inadvertently.
Suddenly, my desire for money overwhelmed everything, and I secretly pulled out the revolver loaded with bullets.
On the side, water continued to seep out of the man's clothes, flowing all over the floor and even into the corner.
A dank smell rose from him!
"Oh my God, man," I lost my composure and asked loudly, "You can't do it anyway? It's such a big fire."
"Dry?"
He let out a coughing laugh and repeated: "Do it? Haha, I will never be able to do it..."
"No matter rain or shine, summer or winter, people like us can't do it, understand!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his two hands hidden in front of him, which were covered with mud. He put them into the fire without any hesitation. The fire was engulfed up to his wrist joints. He turned his face sideways, fierce and crazy. looking at me.
madman!
Evil ghost!
Let it taste the power of a gun!
I grabbed my revolver, pulled the hammer and trigger at the same time, and boom!
Smoke billows.
It laughed wildly and stared at me sideways with its white eyes. Half of its body was in the stove, still glaring at me.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Two shots hit the monster again, and it smiled even more happily. One shot hit myself, passing through the mouth and hitting the back of the head.
Why should I commit suicide?
Probably because he didn’t want to be tortured by ghosts.
But I have always been a person who is afraid of death, and I have always resisted suicide in my heart. Why am I so decisive?
really weird. 】
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In the distance, a bell tinkled.
Yang Kai woke up from a dream, and the newspaper in his hand seemed to have some magic power, firmly tugging at his mind.
"Three bullets were used on the ghost."
"Keep a bullet for yourself."
As he spoke, Lu Li picked up the revolver placed next to him and opened the magazine with a flick of his hand.
The warehouse was full of six bullets, and now there were only two left.
Corresponded.
"So you did commit suicide."
"This reason... is actually quite interesting."
