Qin Yu hugged the computer, along with the garbage in the room, resentment floating in the air, and his cheeks were burning.
What a ghost, can't you keep a low profile? She really didn't want to know when they were doing it!
Upstairs, the woman in red and the boy in pajamas were all busy catching marbles and body parts floating in the air.
In the quiet corridor, beautiful singing sounds came intermittently, as if glued together, as if intoxicated...
In the elevator with flickering lights, Huang Cheng pointed the phone screen at the cleaning lady's face, "Hello, do you know which floor this girl lives on?"
The cleaning lady's eyes fell on the photo on the screen that was obviously taken from a candid angle, and then moved her eyes to the man's face without saying anything.
Huang Cheng added with a smile, "Don't get me wrong, she is my girlfriend. She got angry with me after we had a fight two days ago."
After get off work, he followed him all the way here. After hesitating downstairs for more than three hours, he decided to come up to find out the truth. Unexpectedly, the so-called high-end apartment turned out to be an apartment rumored to be haunted.
Men know men best. It seems that the man who supported her obviously didn't take her to heart. He still has a chance.
She made him embarrass himself in front of his colleagues, and even if she didn't agree to it, he would still find ways to make it difficult for her to survive in the company.
The cleaning lady gave him a kind smile, turned around and pressed the 10th floor elevator.
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The slap in the face came so quickly that Ji Chi was so tired that Qiao Wan couldn't move a little. Ji Chi wiped the water off her body and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and holding her in his arms.
The wind and clouds suddenly changed, a flash of lightning flashed across the dull sky outside the window, thunder followed one after another, the branches downstairs were blown to and fro by the strong wind, and the sound of rain came.
Rubbing her cheek against Ji Chi's chest, Qiao Wan mumbled, "I knew there would be a heavy rain tonight."
Putting Qiao Wan on the bed, Ji Chi also lay down next to her and wrapped her in a thick quilt. He was afraid that his cold body would make her uncomfortable, so he deliberately kept some distance from her.
Qiao Wan moved her tired body into his arms and said lazily: "It's safest to hide in your boyfriend's arms on rainy days. Baby Ji Chi's body has become less cold."
The bad weather was isolated by a wall. She lay comfortably on the bed, hugging her beloved boyfriend, and enjoying this grand auditory feast.
I like rainy days the most.
Even though she was drowsy, she was so happy that she couldn't help but talk to Ji Chi.
"Ji Chi, do you like rainy days?"
Facing Qiao Wan's domineering love, his cold body seemed to have gained warmth as she said. He raised his arms and hugged her tightly. Something under the bed seemed to sprout secretly at this moment.
He gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, "Well, I like everything Wanwan likes."
He vaguely remembered that on the day he died, it was raining heavily outside. His hearing, which had not been shut down for a long time, could not tell whether it was blood drops hitting the floor or raindrops hitting the window edge.
…
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. The cleaning lady led Huang Cheng out of the elevator, raised her arm and pointed to the end of the corridor.
"Which room is it?" Huang Cheng looked polite and polite, really like a boyfriend who was emotionally stable and wanted to coax his girlfriend to go home.
The cleaning aunt only left a smile before retreating to the elevator, taking her trolley up the elevator.
ten minutes? Or twenty minutes? She will come back again.
Huang Cheng didn't really believe in ghosts. Everyone said the apartment was haunted. He only took it for fun and never took it seriously. At this time, the faint wind in the dark corridor made him hesitate in his steps.
Turn on the flashlight on your mobile phone and walk deeper into the corridor step by step. The further you go, the colder you feel.
There are three doors at the end, 1013 and 1014 on one side, and 1015 alone on the opposite side.
His eyes first fell on the door he came out of alone, and he knocked twice tentatively.
Qin Yu lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The messy and tangled threads in his mind seemed to be unraveled. When people and ghosts are doing this, a series of chain reactions occur in the outside world. If placed in a novel, it may be regarded as a unique and romantic plot.
But if this kind of plot is included in her novels based on suspense and horror, will it be criticized as shit again?
Tangled...
He fumbled for a cigarette on the table and put it in his mouth. The flame of the lighter was repeatedly extinguished by the strong wind mixed with rain outside the window. There were constant knocks on the door, and annoyance quickly swept through his body.
"Fuck!" With a low curse, she stepped barefoot on the ground to the door of the room, and opened the door full of resentment.
"Your mother is dead, why are you banging in the middle of the night?!"
It started with a scolding, and Huang Cheng was stunned. The strong smell of cigarette smoke and the angry scolding told him that the slovenly girl in front of him was not easy to mess with.
He was a little embarrassed in the unfamiliar environment, "Excuse me, which room does Qiao Wan live in?"
Qin Yu pointed to the opposite side impatiently, and then slammed the door with a harsh sound, as if the whole building was shaking.
This time he didn't dare to act rashly. He leaned on the door furtively, squinting through the peephole and looking inside. The complete darkness told him that there seemed to be no one inside, maybe he was asleep.
He knew he shouldn't have hesitated downstairs for so long.
The person in her arms had her eyes closed tightly, and the warm breath she exhaled circulated on the skin of Ji Chi's chest. She was so tired that she quickly fell asleep.
Ji Chi turned to look behind him, his eyes getting darker and darker, as if he was looking through thick walls.
A cloud of black air dissipated on the bed, and the girl rubbed her cheek against the quilt, still sleeping peacefully.
Ji Chi gathered himself together in the darkness and stared at the man lying on the door of 1013 as he walked forward silently. It was not until a strong chill enveloped his body that Huang Cheng felt something was wrong.
When he turned around, he saw a tall and thin man staring at him unfriendly. He was startled at first, but quickly recovered his senses and explained with a smile: "I came to see my girlfriend."
Ji Chi bowed slightly and stared closely at the man in front of him, who was half a head shorter than him. His fangs were exposed, full of warning, "What are you doing in front of Wanwan's room?"
Huang Cheng was stunned and took a step back. The light in his hand shone on Ji Chi's face, and he carefully looked at the man in front of him again.
He is tall and thin, dressed simply, with slightly long broken hair covering half of his eyes. The outline of his face is small, and his facial features can be considered exquisite, but he still has a bit of youthfulness. He looks young, maybe in his teens. The type that girls are looking for.
"Uh...you are..." He called Qiao Wan so intimately. Could it be that he was the rumored keeper or the kept boyfriend? I was skeptical before, but now it seems that he really looks like a pretty boy.
He raised his eyes slightly to look at Ji Chi, but he felt more confident. Money is power.
Ji Chi hated strong light. Faced with the sudden bright light, he suddenly turned his head away. The fangs in his mouth continued to secrete vicious juice. When the lights were turned off, the gentle voice that could not be concealed by his usual indifference seemed to be inside his body at this time. The ice blade was made and spit out from the mouth.
"She is your girlfriend, so who am I?"
