Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 38

He didn't know why he came to the hole to look. Normally, let alone looking, he might not even find a hole in the door.

He made up his mind and shook his head: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he turned to his side and let the people behind him go in first.

He wanted to see the hole one more time.

Song Yi was by his side and had no intention of leaving.After everyone else went in, he took a deep breath, buried himself down again, and took a quick look with his heart beating like a drum.

He first saw a calf, which should be He Yuan from the pants.

After a while, He Yuan took a few steps to the side, and his goal was still the cross, which was still clean, as if what he saw before was just a hallucination.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the program team was not in a hurry to leave for a while. Seeing that there were few people, the director poked his head out of the door strangely. Seeing him, he asked suspiciously, "Jing Luo, Song Yi, what are you doing?"

"It's okay." Jing Luo stood up sharply, "something fell out."

The director nodded: "Come in, or you won't be included in the cut scenes."

There are a lot of groceries in the attic, both sides are full of things, everything, old sofas, abandoned pianos, and even some small toys.

These things are covered with dust, and it can be seen that the program crew has not touched this area.

In fact, the program team only got the key to the attic a few hours before the filming started. The administrator didn't know where to put the key before, and it took a lot of time to find it.

These few days they originally wanted to clean up, but they were afraid that the guests would find out in advance and lose the fun, so they simply didn't clean up. Anyway, if something goes wrong, they can cut it off.

Jing Luo walked to the cross stake and looked at it carefully.

The wooden stake is black. It is different from the usual wooden stakes in that its four sides are all pointed at the top. I don’t know if it was originally like this or it was deliberately cut out. The top is dusty. Song Yi stretched out his hand With a stroke, a thick layer of dust was wiped off.

Although the person on the wooden pillar just now had been pierced terribly, his face was not completely changed. He could be sure that that person was not in the family portrait of the owner of the house he had seen before.

But he always has an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"There are a lot of things in this attic, so you can explore it individually," the director said, "If you find anything interesting, remember to ask the photographer to take a close-up."

After finishing speaking, the director went straight downstairs. The attic is not big, if you accidentally stay on it, you will get into the camera, and it will be very troublesome to edit the film.

As soon as the director left, He Yuan came forward: "What did you see?"

It is sure that the photographers will not ask questions, they are becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Jing Luo lowered his voice: "Someone was nailed to it."

It's a pity that he underestimated the role of the speaker on his body. When he said a word, everyone in the attic heard it.

Wu Qi let go of the dirty wooden horse, clapped his hands and walked over, asking him, "Is it made with nails?"

"...You guys," Xu Yang said with a complicated expression, "Jing Luo, you're not going to be bought by the show crew to scare us, are you?"

It was obviously a scary conversation, why did everyone else look so calm except her?

The filmmakers all praised in their hearts, these guests are getting better and better in shooting, as for what they mean by what they say - don't care.

Xu Yang vowed to break the feudal superstition, and stepped forward to look at the wooden pillars they were talking about.

"Nonsense." After reading it, the corners of her mouth twitched, "There is no trace of being pierced on this stake!"

There was no response, and when I looked back, everyone looked very serious, and it didn't look like they were joking or deliberately scaring her.

Xu Yang swallowed, and didn't plan to stand with them anymore, it was scarier than staying by herself.

No one paid attention to her coming or going, Wu Qi looked up and down the pillar, and the tips of the four sides looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember it.

Jing Luo turned to the back, wanting to see if there were any other discoveries, but a touch of yellow-brown on the pillar attracted his attention.

Just about to go up to look, one of the photographers couldn't help it, and took a board to signal them to look at the telescope.

Because the key was taken late, the program team didn't have time to tidy up the warehouse, but they still arranged some things.

But several guests completely ignored the board.

Jing Luo continued to poke forward, the dark yellow was covered with dust like other places, he touched it with his hand, looked away, there was nothing unusual on his fingertips.

"Look here." Jing Luo moved the microphone away and said.

His follower came up to take pictures, but was blocked by Song Yi, who turned sideways. Song Yi glanced at the wooden pillar and said, "Go and see other things first, we'll talk about it later."

He Yuan was the first to leave, walking towards the piano with great interest.

He didn't know where to find a piece of paper, wiped the keys of the piano, and tapped on it twice.

The sound of the piano resounded in the attic.

Jing Luo took a few steps forward, and couldn't help but look back again.

After standing far away, I realized that the color of the wooden pillars is a bit strange. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or what, it always looks a bit different in color.

"Do you think the color of this pillar is strange..."

Song Yi glanced at it: "What's strange?"

Jing Luo shook his head, rummaged through the debris, and took out a wooden toy: "I can't tell."

Ordinary wooden posts are generally reddish brown or yellowish brown, and black wooden posts... What is the material?

"The previous owner of this house was really rich." Wu Qi appeared at some unknown time, standing beside them, and concluded, "Even the wood used to make toys is so good."

Jing Luo stared at the toy and nodded absently.

The more he looked at the frown, the deeper the frown, and a terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

He froze, turned the toy in his hand up and down, left and right, and looked back a few times, feeling more certain in his heart.

"Well," he turned around and said to the photographer, "I'm a bit thirsty, can you give me a bottle of water?"

After getting the water, he raised his head and took a sip. When others didn't notice, he got some wetness on his fingertips.

After putting the water back, he walked towards the telescope as if nothing had happened, rubbing against the wooden post seemingly inadvertently on the way.

In front of the telescope, he quickly squatted down and raised his fingertips to look at it.

There is a tinge of bright red on the fingertips.

Sure enough, this wooden pillar...is not black.

The yellow-brown color he saw just now was probably the real color of the wooden pillar, while the black layer on the outside was dried, dehydrated and oxidized blood.

That person's blood soaked the entire pillar, and the color could be evenly distributed to the three exposed tops, indicating that the person tied to the pillar had encountered something else.

Who is this guy?

Why did he die in the attic of this house?

"Xiao Luo."

Song Yi broke his thoughts, "This."

Jing Luo followed the prestige and saw another wooden hourglass in Song Yi's hand, something from his grandfather's shop.

He was about to take it, but Wu Qi took it first.

"Where did this come from?"

Song Yi said: "In the attic."

Jing Luo asked her, "You know this?"

"Of course I know," Wu Qi didn't shy away from the camera, "It's the anti-ghost hit the wall."

"...You mean, this is an exorcism item?"

"Well, if the hourglass is turned over, it's normal if it runs out, and it's good if it doesn't run out. This thing is not very useful, but because there is no maker, it is already very rare. The things left by the older generation, I didn't expect it to be in the This can all happen." Wu Qi had a satisfied expression on his face, grabbing something and preparing to put it in his pocket.

Jing Luo wanted to say that his family still had several of these things.

Before he could make a sound to stop it, the follower said first: "Don't take things in the house randomly, please put them back to their original places first."

"what--"

Xu Yang's voice was so loud that it startled the people in the attic.

She slumped on the ground, shaking her hands, pointing to the binoculars, "There are eyes looking at me in that, that, that, that!!"

He Yuan smiled and helped her up: "It's okay, it's all the effect of the show."

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of cool wind blew by, and several people paused at the same time.

The small window of the attic was opened at some point, and a little boy poked his head halfway, trying to crawl inside.

The photographers were all filming with their backs to the window, and Xu Yang was still sitting in shock. No one else noticed. Song Yi stepped up with two big strides, fisted and swung at the boy's head.

The boy's eyes widened, he was hit hard, let go of the pain, and fell straight into the snow, torn apart.

Song Yi followed closely and closed the window tightly.

Only then did the photographers react: "...you are?"

Song Yi's expression remained unchanged: "Jing Luo said it was a bit cold, so I'll come over and close the window."

Wu Qi said coolly: "Your strength is too great, it's rude enough."

It took Jing Luo a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "This window... can't be closed, right?"

Song Yi: "No, don't worry."

This riddle-like chat made He Yuan overjoyed to hear it.