The old dormitory building of the fan factory only has one bedroom and one living room, and the dining table is leaning against the corner of the kitchen.

There was a dim light hanging on the ceiling. There was no wind, but the light moved a little.

"Brother, why can you remember it? Live here?"

The middle-aged man asked with a giggle.

The wine continues to drink.

The middle-aged man looked at Lian Xi with a smile. The red and white eyeballs rolled in the bloody eye sockets. The cold wind did not rise, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

However, Lian Xi seemed to be unaware of it. He looked down at the pot of braised pork stained with black on the table. After a moment of silence, his right hand slowly touched his left wrist.

He wore a red rope on his left wrist.

It was the kind of thin rope that could be seen everywhere. It was casually tied with a rope adjustment buckle and tied it like this. A man only had a thin red rope tied to his hand, which seemed quite strange, but when he looked closely, there was a small bronze bell strung on the red rope.

It is not a traditional Chinese bell, but a Western Christmas bell.

Like a reduced version of the bronze bell.

From the beginning, Lian Xi wore this bell on his wrist, but there might not be any metal balls inside. His hands kept shaking, and the bell never rang.

Lian Xi gently touched the bell and looked at the middle-aged man.

The blood in the eyes continued to seep, and soon the man's face was covered with blood.

“It’s cheap.”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, old houses are all cheap."

Lian Xi: "Then why do you want to live here?"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "Why do I live here?" He seemed to hear some big joke, "This is my house, why don't I live here."

Lian Xi: "..."

It makes sense to say it well.

Perhaps the topic was too awkward and the room fell into a dead silence again.

The middle-aged man's mouth curled strangely, his eyes stared at Lian Xi, but his head slowly lowered, getting lower and lower. Finally, his eyes fell on the pot of braised pork on the table. Suddenly, his eyes trembled violently, and a sharp roar came from his throat. The whole house trembled, and all the furniture in the room trembled violently with him.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Lian Xi's eyes sank, he calmed down and swayed his body and pinched the bell on his left wrist.

The house was still shaking, and the harsh whistle of the middle-aged man made the glass tremble to the extreme.

Seeing that the plate on the dining table was about to be shaken under the table by his terrifying roar that was not like a human voice, even Xi's face was extremely cold. His fingers pinched the bronze bell until it turned white, and a dark light flashed across the bell.

At this moment, suddenly, the door rang.

In an instant, some people returned to peace.

The middle-aged man's whistle suddenly subsided, and the furniture in the room was no longer moving.

Lian Xi asked softly.

The middle-aged man seemed to be possessed and lost his soul. He sat foolishly on the chair, looking at the pot of braised pork on the table, and said nothing.

Lian Xi sighed, and he got up and planned to open the door. The bell on his wrist shook twice, as if he was blaming him for giving up suddenly.

Lian Xi: "Don't make trouble." As he said that, he pressed the bell that would not ring and walked towards the gate.

"Who?"

"Xiao Lian, it's me."

Lian Xila opened the door.

Under the bright and bright moonlight, the doorman in glasses looked at him and laughed, asking, "I just passed by the downstairs. When I heard something was moving in your house, I came up to take a look. What's wrong?" While saying that, he looked into the room quietly.

The elderly often have this problem and like to watch other people's houses lively. However, this time he was disappointed. There was no woman in the Xi family, let alone women, not even a man.

The guard felt disappointed, and remembered the "live broadcast" that his colleague said during the day.

But even Xi was dressed neatly and opened the door very quickly.

Alas, it seems that there is really no fun to watch!

At this time, his nose moved: "It smells so fragrant, have you cooked meat?"

Lian Xi paused, and he looked down at the short and thin old man. After a few seconds, he nodded: "Well, braised pork."

"The young man is very skilled."

"Do you want to try it?"

"May I?"

"I can't eat it alone."

Lian Xi opened his arms and asked the guard to come in.

When he walked to the dining table, the guard looked at the unraveled chair and a glass of wine that no one had ever drunk on the table. He was stunned and asked, "Xiao Lian, do you still have guests?"

Lian Xi: "No, I'll give it to the dead."

Uncle Guard: "..."

Lian Xi: "My father died of drunk driving back then."

Uncle Guard: "Oh oh oh, that's so, I'm sorry."

It turns out that I am paying homage to my dad!

The guard uncle walked around to the other side of the dining table and sat down.

He had already moved his index finger and rubbed his hands. When Lian Xi helped him get the chopsticks, he immediately picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth excitedly.

"Well, it's delicious! Xiao Lian, you really have nothing to say about your skills. If you have this skills, why do you still watch you buy takeaway every day?"

“Take delivery is more convenient.”

"Haha, you should marry a wife and let her cook for you every day! The most convenient way! Why don't you eat?"

"I'm full, you can eat it."

The guard's uncle was so ecstatic that he was no longer in the mood to care about Lian Xi. Soon, he was like a pig, swallowing him voraciously.

Lian Xi took a sip of water and looked at the other side of the dining table quietly.

On the chair of the "commemorating the Drunkard's Dad", there was a "person" that the guard could not see.

The middle-aged man still sat there so stupidly, looking down at the pot of meat.

The guard ate frantically, and it seemed that he had never eaten such delicious delicacies in his life. His eyes turned red and his hands and feet trembled.

When the last piece of meat was eaten, the guard uncle slumped on the chair as if he was dumbfounded, his face covered in oil.

After a long time, he burped his fleshy scent, wiped his face, and finally woke up.

His eyes slid over the splattering brown blood on the wall, and his lips moved. After a long time, he looked at Lian Xi and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Lian..."

"If you live in a haunted house, aren't you afraid?"

Lian Xi: "There is a disease that is more terrifying than a ghost."

"What disease?"

"Poor sick."

The guard laughed twice, and he took off his glasses: "You are so humorous."

It was quiet for two seconds.

"Do you know the murder case in the fan factory dormitory building back then?"

"I know, I was just born that year."

"Thinking of this, it's been twenty-three years."

"How could you think of coming here to be a doorman?"

The guard uncle turned his head and looked at Lian Xi: "Come here to be a guard?"

Lian Xi poured himself a cup of boiled water. He held the glass, and the bell and red rope on his wrist were gently shaking. He looked at the other party with a calm expression and a gentle voice: "Well, the salary is not high, it seems that he doesn't have food and accommodation. He said he was going to demolition half a year ago. By the way, you seemed to be a guard half a year ago?"

The guard's uncle laughed slowly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and a trace of flesh was still in between his teeth: "How come there are so many reasons."

Lian Xi nodded: "That's right."

It seemed that Lian Xi was convinced so soon, and the guard was stunned for a moment. He changed the subject: "By the way, I found that when you go home, you often stayed in the corridor outside for a few seconds. You are the only one living in our building, haha, why, are you a ghost?"

Lian Xi: "Uncle, have you observed so carefully?"

The guard guard paused and explained, "So many people died here, and you, another young man, live alone in such a place. How can I feel at ease?" He sighed, "But you are so brave. I heard from Lao Liu that the fourth floor of Building 4, you have rented it for more than 20 years since that case. No matter how brave others are, they will never dare to live on the fourth floor."

His eyes flashed and pointed at the blood on the wall: "Did you see it? This is the blood of the old woman who died in this house at that time."

Lian Xi raised his eyes and looked at him.

A trace of strange oil began to flow out of the corner of the guard's mouth, but he didn't seem to notice it and said intoxicatedly: "That old woman came out to the toilet in the middle of the night. She died as soon as she came out of the toilet. She fell on this table, just this table."
To be continued...