"Shua...sha..." Something is really dragging something away!
"Bang!" Suddenly there was a crisp sound, as if something fell to the ground. Lu Jinyuan was startled. He almost knocked open the door and fell out. He immediately covered his mouth, held his breath and backed away, even falling After a while, he shrank into the corner, his fat body trembling, his eyes staring at the door in horror, trying not to make any sound.
"Shua...sha..." The voice is still going.
"Pa!" There was another sound, and Lu Jinyuan's whole body trembled again, as if the sound was hitting him.
After all, who is outside? !
Lu Jinyuan was screaming in his heart. Could it be that the evil spirit with the severed hand was really chasing after him? But, wasn't the severed hand at the police station?
Could it be that there was some curse left on him?
But he didn't do anything but received a package!
He was wronged!
The sound of walking was extremely close, and the thing seemed to be stopped at the door of the toilet. The toilet door of this apartment was made of frosted glass. The light from outside shone in, but no shadow was reflected on the glass. The sound was obviously there, but There is no shadow... No!
Lu Jinyuan's gaze stopped at the upper left corner of the door, and a shadow... the shadow of a hand appeared there!
There is no support, just hanging there! One hand! That's a single hand!
Damn—should I say hello and meet again? Are you really chasing me? !
Ugh... Lu Jinyuan covered his mouth with his hands. Although he was scared, an idea came to his mind at this moment. Why did he forget to record it with his mobile phone that can see ghosts...
Just as this thought emerged, the hand swung violently and slapped the door, making a huge sound. The entire frosted glass door cracked almost instantly, and maybe it would shatter into pieces in the next second.
Holy shit!
Lu Jinyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his curiosity was instantly killed, and the cruel reality that he might die hit him. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and he had to put his hand in his mouth to stop screaming.
Will die! The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, please come and save me! Lu Jinyuan shouted in his heart.
After patting the door twice, the hand paused for a moment, seeming a little confused. For a second, Lu Jinyuan felt that the salt at the door might have saved him.
The hand seemed unsure of what it was photographing, whether it was the door or the wall. The hand moved left and right on the door. Lu Jinyuan watched helplessly, feeling a little nervous. Fortunately, the hand finally left. .
Lu Jinyuan just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard various noises coming from the house, as if someone was demolishing the house. It must be the ghost hand causing trouble.
Me, my collector's model, my comic book, my limited edition Hatsune pillow...
Lu Jinyuan's heart was bleeding while listening to those voices. However, no matter how valuable the models, comics and pillows are, they are not as important as life. He knows this very clearly. Now he is distressed and scared. He just hopes that the savior will arrive soon. .
Perhaps Lu Jinyuan's prayer had an effect. At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Ding dong dong dong dong dong!" There has never been a moment when Lu Jinyuan loved the sound of the doorbell of his apartment so much. The doorbell sounded like a Sanskrit sound to drive away ghosts. The moment the doorbell rang, Lu Jinyuan also heard a "ding" sound. The sound of chiming time, this is the hourly chime set by him who is used to night life, which means one o'clock in the morning.
The shadow outside the door and the sound of smashing things suddenly disappeared at this moment.
"Ding dong dong dong dong..." The doorbell continued to ring, and although Lu Jinyuan could no longer hear the sound of walking or destruction coming from outside, he still hesitated for several minutes before pushing it open with trembling hands. He suddenly gasped when he looked out the toilet door.
The room was completely changed beyond recognition. The screen wall he had built with several computers was knocked down, and one of the screens was dragged to the ground. All kinds of cords were pulled out in a mess, and the walls of the room were full of broken marks, like Someone had scratched him hard with his fingernails, not to mention the frosted glass door behind him, which looked like it was about to shatter.
"Oh my god -" Lu Jinyuan's voice had the tremor of a life-long disaster.
The doorbell was still ringing at this time, so he hurried to open the door and opened it. Standing outside was a pretty girl with long hair. Her hair was almost waist-length and tied into a ponytail. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, a bit like Zhang Ziyi, and the most special thing was She has a red mole between her eyebrows, a mysterious temperament, and she is carrying a paper bag.
"Who are you?" Lu Jinyuan looked at the pretty girl in front of him in surprise. Although he expected someone to knock on the door, he didn't expect it to be such a beautiful girl.
"I'm Miki, my real name is Fujizumei, you can call me Fujiko." Zhengmei said simply and neatly, and glanced at Lu Jinyuan up and down.
"You are Miki! I really encountered that kind of thing just now! It really came to find me!" Lu Jinyuan felt the desire to cry as if meeting a relative, and then realized what this name meant, "Eh? Fujiko? Are you the Fujiko who wrote "Cutting Hell"?!"
"That's me. Besides, I see that you encountered a ghost." Fujiko said calmly, looking around the room.
"I'm sorry it's a little messy..." Lu Jinyuan showed the standard confused face of an otaku when he meets a pretty girl.
"Stop nagging." Fujiko opened the door and entered the room, looking sharply at the entire room, scanning the scattered CDs, animation peripherals, monitors and...
When she saw something, her body trembled. She looked back at Lu Jinyuan and said in a strange tone: "Don't you hide that thing? Aren't you afraid that the police will come to arrest you?"
what?
Lu Jinyuan moved closer to Fujiko, followed Fujiko's line of sight towards his home, and saw what he had ignored just now at the door of the toilet - a severed hand? !
Depend on! At this moment, Lu Jinyuan was like a thunderbolt. He came out in a hurry just now and didn't notice his feet. Now he saw it. It was indeed the black and thin hand that attacked him in the police station. Damn, this broken hand came home after him. Yes!
Shouldn't it be in the evidence room of the police station or something like that!
"I, I, I... this is not mine! It is, it was delivered by courier... and it should be at the police station! Damn it! No way, right? You won't be chasing me all the time, right?!"
Lu Jinyuan was about to collapse. He grabbed his hair with both hands and his face was covered with nervous sweat.
"Sure enough...as I expected." Fujiko exhaled softly. She put down the paper bag in her hand and took out a box from the paper bag. The box was sealed with yellow tape and had a courier note attached to it. It was very special. Universal express box.
When Lu Jinyuan saw this ordinary box, his expression was as if he had seen a snake, and he was startled. After all, it was a courier box that almost killed him before. He said in confusion: "You... this is? This courier box What is it?"
"I don't know." There was a hint of solemnity in Fujiko's calm expression, and she held the box carefully, "But when I got it, the statue of the god enshrined in my house fell over. This is a bad sign. I am studying it... Look , the carton was very damp and cold, and it should contain refrigerated items. I suspected it was something to express resentment. I was searching for information on the Internet, and I saw your post, which was also caused by an express carton, so I thought maybe it would. Find the answers in you.”
"Holy shit, I'm so stupid, why should I open the package immediately..." Lu Jinyuan wanted to slap himself. He began to believe that the package in Fujiko's hand was of the same type as the one he received, and it was very likely to contain another part. stump.
"Then, how do you know that the broken hand will come again?"
"Any evil ghost will visit you many times before it is transcended. According to the development of the plot of ordinary novels, the chance of attacking you again is almost 100%." Fujiko said seriously, looking at Lu Jinyuan with a look of pity, "According to horror novels plot mode, and looking at the timing and manner of your appearance, you should be an insignificant supporting character who will die in this attack. I didn’t expect you to still be alive.”
"Hey, what do you mean by this regretful tone! Even though you are a writer of novels, you can't just arrange the life and death of others! You can laugh at me without opening the package!" Lu Jinyuan was a little irritated.
"Since there are severed limbs, there must be dead people." Fujiko held up the package that belonged to her, and then looked at Lu Jinyuan, "In order to save you and me, we must first know who the victim is."
