Chapter 988 Novelist Sequence (2)

【After the excitement, the drowsiness suddenly struck, and it came for no reason. You must know that this huge wealth is enough to stimulate anyone, making him unable to sleep for three days and three nights.

But my brain keeps telling myself:

You are sleepy, close your eyes and rest.

Maybe it was a cold from the rain before?

As soon as the thought appeared, I finally lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

I must have not slept very long, though, for when I awoke again the fire was still burning with no wood added.

Alas, resting on the uneven wooden floor is really not a good choice, my body is slightly numb. So, I turned over, tightly hugged the small wooden box in my arms, and was about to sleep for a while, when suddenly, footsteps came from the passage.

As I said before, the windows were all boarded up, and even if a few boards were removed, there would not be enough room left for anyone, not even children!

In addition, the door was also locked, and it was impossible for anyone to come in.

Unless he has the key in his hand, or he is also a gentleman on the beam.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but put my hand on the trigger of the revolver, no one can take this money away, they can only belong to me! 】

[The stranger was not in a hurry. He wandered around the villa for a long time before walking slowly into the passageway, attracted by the firelight.

When he approached, he didn't seem to notice me curled up in the dark corner, but went straight to the stove to warm up.

The guy was dripping wet, and I don't think anyone could be wetter than him, even on a rainy night like this.

He was hatless, his straight hair dripping over his eyes and hissing resentfully in the embers.

A bum, right?

I immediately guessed his identity based on experience, so I hid the small wooden box containing the treasure by my side, where it was covered by a shadow, and then greeted him.

It didn't take long for us to chat.

He kept complaining about the cold and wet weather, shrank his neck by the fire, his teeth chattered constantly, and his face was dead white.

"That's right," I said. "Well, it's not a fine day for a road trip. But I figured the villa wasn't often visited, and it's a pretty nice one."

Outside, pale sunflowers and tall, thick weeds swayed in the rain.

"There used to be," said he, "there was never a more solid house in this little town, nor a prettier garden. It used to be a proper little drawing room. No one lives in it now." , even homeless people seldom rest here."

Where many beggars are used to, you'll find rags, canned food, and odds and ends, but here's nothing.

"How could this be?" My heart moved, and I asked calmly.

Before answering, he let out a very disturbed sigh.

"Ghost," he said. "Ghost. He used to live here. It's a very sad story, and I don't want to tell you, but the navigator was drowned in the garden cistern anyway. He was covered with The mud was floating, and the neighbors worked together to pull him up.

Since then, some people saw a person floating in the pool, some saw him in the shadows, looking at the church from a distance, waiting for his dead wife to come back, and some people saw him at the school gate, waiting for the children to leave school.

He seemed to have forgotten how they all died, and he drowned himself.

And what he often does is to walk back and forth, back and forth, in this villa.

After the stranger finished speaking, he let out another sigh.

At the same time, I thought of the noise he had made earlier, the creaking of water and mud in his boots.

"Science, steam engine, internal combustion engine, and heliocentric theory, now belongs to the era of science, superstition is not acceptable," I said, "what's more, there are so many ghosts in the world, if there are ghosts in every abandoned house, then Homeless people have long been sleeping on the street, spending rainy nights after nights."

There was a kind of panic in the words, very much like a person who is comforting himself.

"Yeah," it said, "yes, that's totally unbelievable, I've never seen a ghost move about myself."

I forced a smile and echoed:

"Brother, I don't believe it either, no matter whether others have seen a ghost or not, I have never seen one!"

After the words fell, he looked at me for a while with a strange look.

"Yeah," he said, "hope you never will. It's hard enough for a poor man to have no money to live in. What's the point if a ghost crawls out to find him?"

"That's right, that's right." I hurriedly agreed.

At the same time, I feel a little nervous, because I know in my heart that my motive for coming here is not pure, and I also want to make a sum of money besides lodging.

money!

His eyes glanced at the wooden box inadvertently.

Suddenly, the desire for money overwhelmed everything, and I secretly pulled out the loaded revolver.

On the side, water continued to seep from the man's clothes, flowing all over the floor, even to the corner.

A dank smell rose from him!

"Oh my god, man," I snapped and demanded aloud, "You can't do it anyway? There's a fire like this."

"Dry?"

He let out a coughing laugh and repeated, "What? Haha, I'll never be able to…"

"It doesn't matter whether it's raining or sunny, summer or winter, people like us can't do it, understand!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his two hands hidden in front of his body, which were covered with mud, and he stretched them into the fire without any hesitation. The fire engulfed him all the way to his wrist joints. with me.

madman!

Evil spirit!

Tell it to taste the power of a gun!

I grabbed my revolver and pulled the hammer and trigger simultaneously, bam!

Smoke rose.

It laughed wildly, stared at me sideways with white eyes, and stayed in the stove with its smaller half, still staring at me.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Two shots hit the monster again, and it laughed more happily, and one shot shot myself, through the mouth and through the back of the head.

Why should I kill myself?

Probably because I don't want to be tortured by ghosts.

But I have always been a person who is afraid of death, and I always resist suicide in my heart. Why am I so decisive?

really weird. 】

I don't know how long it has passed.

In the distance, there are bells clanging.

Yang Kai woke up like a dream, the newspaper in his hand seemed to have some kind of magical power, which firmly caught his mind.

"Three bullets were used on the ghost."

"One bullet left for myself."

As he spoke, Lu Li picked up the revolver beside him, flicked it lightly, and the magazine was opened.

There are six bullets in the warehouse, and now there are two left.

Corresponded.

"So you did commit suicide."

"This kind of reason... is actually quite interesting."