C36 Gloves

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Our rooms faced west, so except for the evening, we never saw the sun. It was cold and cold.

I looked at my watch. It was noon.

We have a saying that if you don't go out at noon, you can go to hell with your head down. Two in the morning was a bad time. When it was midnight, the ghost aura was dense, and most of the ghosts he met were lonely. At noon, the yang energy was strong, and any ghosts that dared to appear at this time were all evil spirits. They would definitely cause a huge ruckus and would not give up.

I didn't dare lie down on the bed anymore, so I put on my shoes and jumped out.

Mr. Zhao did not even open his eyes, "Eldest Nephew, can you not torment me? If you disturb my sleep again, I'll go to the hotel. I'll have my own room, so you can pay me back. "

I am a little angry: is this person because of me or what is going on? Why should I pay for it?

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "I feel that there's a ghost in the house."

Mr. Zhao said unclearly, "Hmm, ghosts are good friends with humans, ghosts …" Show people the house, give people... Phew... "Phew …"

I don't know if he was asleep or playing with me. Since Mr. Zhao likes to stay with her good friends, I have no objections.

I opened the door and was about to go out when I remembered something. Where's the double?

The Mr. Zhao took the double to the funeral parlor. When we left, he took the double again. That thing had been inseparable from him all day. Why was it gone now?

I thought about it for a while. Suddenly, an idea struck me and I looked under the bed.

Under the bed, it was dirty and full of dust. There was no double on the floor, so I turned my neck awkwardly and looked at the bed.

The double was taped to the bed. Whether it was intentional or a coincidence, he was facing me with a faint smile on his face.

I jerked upright and hit my head on the bed. It hurt so much that I was desperate for my life.

Mr. Zhao was woken up by me again. He crawled up from the bed with dissatisfaction and muttered: "Eldest Nephew, you're not going to waste money on me, the elder. "You're too good at tormenting yourself. It's fine if you don't want to sleep, but you won't let me."

I grabbed him and pointed under the bed. "What's that? What is that thing over there? "

Mr. Zhao, who was complaining nonstop, immediately became listless. With a bit of awkwardness, he said shamelessly, "Inside... "What's wrong?"

I said, "Why is the paper man inside? On the bed? Second Uncle, don't tell me you don't know who did it. What are you doing? Playing back-to-back with me? "

Mr. Zhao coughed dryly and said, "Eldest Nephew, you misunderstood me. Aren't we going back to your village in two days? This double will definitely be useful. In order to make it more lifelike, I let it sleep behind your back. "This way, your auras will become more and more similar, and you'll have one more layer of protection …"

The Mr. Zhao's words seemed to make a lot of sense, and I didn't know how to get angry. I had to complain, "Then why didn't you tell me? Do you know how scary this thing is? When I saw it, I was so scared I almost died on the bed. "

Mr. Zhao scratched his head and said, "Didn't I see that you are a little timid? I'm afraid I'll scare you to the point that you won't be able to sleep. "

I nodded and said, "Yes, I'm rather timid. I don't dare to sleep anymore, how about we change beds? "

Then I lied on Mr. Zhao's bed. Mr. Zhao was helpless and could only switch with me.

I slept for a long time, and when I woke up I was tired and tired. I know it's because I was too tired last night, and I can't make it up with the rest of the day.

I took out my phone and looked at it. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. I was going to go back to sleep, but then I got up from my bed and ran to the bathroom.

There were a total of ten small rooms in the courtyard. If the business was good, he could live in a dozen or so households, with twenty to thirty people. Therefore, the sanitary condition of the toilet was very worrisome. But I don't care much about that now.

However, just as I reached the bathroom, I saw another person inside.

I was shocked and hurriedly apologized before leaving.

I waited outside anxiously for a while, but no one came out. I couldn't help but ask, "Are you done?"

Urging people to go to the toilet is the most unethical thing in the world, but I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I can't care less.

Who knew that the other side didn't move at all and didn't even pay attention to me.

I said, "Excuse me, are you all right?"

The other party still did not speak.

I'm getting a little angry, so it's better if I say it out loud. So I pushed open the bathroom door.

It was empty.

My head buzzed and I nearly peed my pants. There was clearly someone here just now, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

I closed the bathroom door, feeling suspicious and wanting to go to the bathroom. But then I felt a chill behind me, as if someone were blowing on the back of my neck.

I felt a little scared, and something was wrong with this place. I jerked my head around and saw that the man was standing behind me.

I screamed and staggered and almost fell into the bathroom.

I pointed at the man. "Who are you?"

The man didn't say anything, just stood behind me with his head down. I noticed that the way he was standing was especially strange. It was not his feet that touched the ground, but the tip of his feet. It was as if his body was weightless.

A living person doesn't stand like this. A single word comes to my mind: ghost.

How dare I go to the bathroom now? He opened the door and ran out. As he walked, he tied up his pants and ran back to his room.

However, when I reached the door of the room, I found that the man had followed me.

I was a little angry: what was going on with me? It was broad daylight now, and there were Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin, who knew about ghosts and gods. Am I still afraid of it?

With my back facing the door, I felt that I had a backer. Thus, I bluffed him as I shouted, "Who are you? Why are you following me? "

He kept his head down, not looking up. "I want to ask you a favor."

I forced myself to ask, "What kind of help?"

He said, "I want to see Mr. Zhao."

I heaved a sigh of relief. So they weren't looking for me. So I gave way to him and pointed to the Mr. Zhao who was sleeping soundly on the bed and said, "That's him, you can go."

Who knew that ghost would say, "I can't go by myself, you have to take me there."

I wondered, "What is all this nonsense? She's lying in the house, why can't she go? "

I felt that these ghosts were just bullying the weak and fearing the strong, specifically picking on a soft persimmon like me. Thus, I got a little angry and said to him, "If you don't want to go, then forget it."

I turned to go inside, but as soon as I opened the door, I felt my body sink. The thing was lying on top of me.

I was scared out of my wits and tried to shake it off. But it's like it's growing on me, it can't get rid of it.

I heard him wail in my ear, "You promised me. You promised to bring me to see Mr. Zhao."

I panicked as well and shouted towards the Mr. Zhao on the bed, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle, help me!"

At this moment, I was horrified to find that I couldn't make a sound. My mouth was so heavy that I couldn't open it at all.

I gritted my teeth and struggled, bit by bit, to open my mouth and call out from the gaps between my teeth, "Zhao, Zhao …"

I fell to the ground. At the same time, his brain cleared up.

Slowly I got up from the floor and found that I had been sleeping in my bed. That ghost was just a dream of mine.

I slowly got up from the ground, my whole body aching with pain. I wanted to take off my clothes and get a good night's sleep under the covers, but instead I reached into my pocket and found something inside: a pair of gloves.

My mind jolted. I finally understood why I slept so strangely.

In the beginning, I'm afraid, it wasn't paper double that was going to sleep with me. It was these gloves.

When I picked it up in the cypress forest of the funeral parlor, I had promised to introduce it to Mr. Zhao. As for what its wishes were, he could help me with it. It seems that now is the time for me to fulfill my promise.

I sat on the side of Mr. Zhao's bed and patted his shoulder. "Second uncle, second uncle?"

Mr. Zhao opened his eyes and said with a look of helplessness, "Eldest Nephew, can you kill me? If you kill me, I can still shut my eyes quietly. "

I giggled and said, "Second uncle, aren't you afraid of dying with grievances?"

Mr. Zhao said, "It's better to die with grievances. I had just fallen asleep, why did you wake me up again?"

Mr. Zhao waved his hand, "Your life might not be worth twenty thousand. But you really should thank me. After all, I started helping you before I got the deposit. "

I nodded repeatedly, and passed the glove over with both hands. "Winter is coming, a little bit. Second Uncle, just accept it. "

Mr. Zhao took the gloves, and looked at it over and over, frowning he said: "This thing, why does it look like it was worn by someone? Eldest Nephew, did you give us a second-hand gift? "