How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 19

Huang Daxian is hypnotizing, and the series of qualifiers added after it are small tricks to help the hypnotized person recall the memory as quickly as possible.

Grandpa Huang has used this trick many times, and he is proficient in it. He waited with satisfaction, and soon felt some fragmentary images appearing in Yang Shao's brain.

"...One hundred and one sheep, one hundred and two sheep, one hundred and three sheep..."

Yang Shao was counting sheep before being stunned by Grandpa Huang's stinky fart, but the first thing that popped into his head after he fainted was the sheep.

Lively lambs jumped over him with clouds of fluff all over their bodies.

"I seem to have forgotten one thing... what is it?" Yang Shao lay on the green lawn, looking at the wool flying above his head, trying to remember.

At this moment, a hoarse and mysterious voice came from afar.

"...address address address address..."

"...the place you most want to go now..."

"...where your father is...where your grandfather is..."

"Dad? Grandpa?"

A dilapidated house that was scorched black by the fire and a large area of ​​abandoned wasteland around the house popped up in Yang Shao's mind.

"No. 488 at the end of Tuanjie Road?" He remembered in confusion, this is exactly the map of No. 4 that he searched on Qiandu.

It's night now, and it won't be long before my grandfather will lead four bodyguards and escort my father there to settle the signed land transfer contract.

And myself...

Why don't you go with them yourself?Yang Shao suddenly couldn't remember.

Beyond the dream.

"No. 488 at the end of Tuanjie Road?" Huang Daxian repeated the address he just got.

It recalled the dark, dilapidated house in Yang Shao's dream. First, it was like a layer of fog in other people's dreams, so it couldn't be seen clearly. Second, Grandpa Huang really didn't understand modern times. Human aesthetics, so it swung its tail, rode on Yang Mingjian's shoulder, and said, "Drive...no, let's go!"

"What's the matter with the young people now? What kind of gothic spooky style do you want to decorate your own home? Don't you think it's shabby when you go home?"

……

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Chu Ci walked through the long tree-lined avenue and came to a gap in the school wall that could be climbed over.

This is a half-open secret of Chuhua University, which he found out from the cleaner's aunt.

Chu Ci pushed aside the bushes covering the wall, and was about to turn over the gap when suddenly——

"what?"

He found that the wall was not empty, and the shadow of the bushes fell over the two furtive figures.

The one in front put his hands on the half-person-high gap, flipped out with a "plop", and then urged the latter one: "Hurry up."

There was another "plop".

The moon peeked through the dark clouds, revealing a few dim rays of light, illuminating the back of the man behind him, and also illuminating the cute little yellow duck on his ass.

"..."

If Chu Ci remembered correctly, this should be Yang Shao's little yellow duck pajamas, the designer's exclusive custom-made style, and there is no second one in Chuhua City.

But shouldn't Yang be sleeping in the dormitory now?

Chu Ci thinks he is very accurate in judging people. Although Yang Shao is playful and loves to risk his life, he is generally a trustworthy person. He promised himself that he would not go on an adventure, and he would definitely keep his promise.

Unless...something forced him to do so.

Sharp-eyed, he noticed that there was a little jerky and uncoordinated movement in Student Yang's movement over the wall, like a machine that hadn't been oiled for a long time, Chu Ci said to the system: "Follow up."

"it is good."

A palm-sized haunted house appeared in his palm, and the system drew out strands of black mist to cover Chu Ci's figure, allowing him to gradually blend into the surrounding darkness.

One person, one system waited quietly on the spot for more than ten seconds, and then Chu Ci ran to the bottom of the fence, supported the gap with his hand, jumped up a graceful arc in the moonlight, and landed silently on the sidewalk outside the school.

System: "Assisting the host in truancy costs 20 fear points, which have been deducted from the system's stored fear points. Thank you for your patronage."

"Congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement of 'truancy for the first time', please continue to work hard."

Chu Ci: "...don't make trouble."

He was just about to let the system take back its power, so as not to be too fearful, and stopped halfway, he suddenly remembered something, raised the little haunted house in front of his eyes, and seriously warned it: "You must not tell brother Tianqing about my truancy, do you understand?"

system:"…………"

When the system didn't speak, Chu Ci assumed that he had reached a consensus with it. He quietly hid in the shadow of the street trees, retracted the black mist, and glanced around.

The area where the school is located does not belong to the bustling area of ​​Chuhua City. At nearly 11:[-] in the evening, there are very few pedestrians, and there are even fewer vehicles on the street than during the day.The headlights pierced the night, and the street trees on both sides made a "cracking" sound in the night wind, bringing coolness to the late summer in September.

It may be a coincidence that the row of road trees outside the school gate is also planted with poplars, and the rows of tree scars under the street lamps look like opened eyes, looking at the pedestrians on both sides of the road.

Chu Ci felt that Yang Shao might have been born to clap hands with ghosts, and encounter fatal things as soon as he walked under the poplar tree.

He has already spotted Yang Shao under the shade of a tree more than ten meters away. After all, his little yellow duck pajamas are particularly eye-catching and can be called a walking guidepost.

Unexpectedly and within reason, it was the person walking beside Yang Shao with one hand on his shoulder, who looked like he was helping a drunk classmate.

"Yang Mingjian?" Chu Ci felt that Yang Mingjian's walking posture was not right, as if he was a bit guilty, so he opened the sky eye of Niwan Palace and glanced at him.

"..."

A big-shouldered weasel was riding on Yang Mingjian's neck, while pressing its tail against Yang Shao's eyebrows, using spiritual power to guide him to walk according to his own wishes, while slapping Yang Mingjian's ears wildly with its tail——

"Drive...no, come on! Go faster!"

Chu Ci: "... No wonder I feel the voice just now is a bit familiar."

Isn't that somewhat hoarse and thin voice the voice of Huang Daxian who possessed Yang Ming's fitness body?

"It's so late, what are they going to do with Yang Shao?"

Chu Ci followed a few more steps, only to see Huang Daxian fart "poof", and a puff of khaki smoke drifted into Yang Shao's nose.

Chu Ci: "..."

Yang Mingjian familiarly took out the gas mask and covered his mouth and nose, only to be scratched by Grandpa Huang on his ear.

"Hurry up! If you don't get to No. 10 Tuanjie Road within 488 minutes, Grandpa Huang will run out of ammunition and food!"

Yang Mingjian: "..."

not angry.

endure.

endure.

He took a deep breath and comforted himself that he still needed the weasel for the time being, and he couldn't chop it up and feed it to the dogs.

You can't even fart well, so what's the use of you! !

"I'll take a taxi." Yang Mingjian endured the humiliation.

He stepped to the side of the road and stretched his arms.

There are very few taxis on this road, and it is not easy to take a taxi, so from time to time, Chu Ci could hear Huang Daxian smacking Yang Mingjian's ear with his claws, ordering——

"Can't even take a taxi?"

"What do you want!"

"If you are capable, will you steal a car for me?"

"I can steal, what kind of trash would you open!"

Chu Ci: "..."

He stood behind the tree, silently took out his mobile phone, and opened the car-hailing software - "Dudu Taxi".

"Technology changes life, why don't these two urban weasels understand?"

The system akimbo proudly: "Because they don't keep pace with the times like me, they can keep up with the times!"

Chu Ci: "..."

Yes, you can keep up too much, you have changed from a tool spirit to a system, and you know how to bargain with the master, and do the shady py (fear point) deal.

……

In the end, it was Chu Ci who got into the car first.

A black Passat was parked on the side of the road. The owner was a man in his forties, plainly dressed, outgoing and talkative.

He said to Chu Ci: "Go to No. 488 Tuanjie Road?"

Chu Ci: "Yes."

"boarding."

Along the way, the car owner kept asking, "What the hell are you doing there so late?"

Chu Ci: "Business investigation."

"It's not little brother, let me tell you, don't listen to the locals fooling around, that place is very evil, people were burned to death more than 488 years ago, I heard that more than a dozen young and strong boys died, and I don't know where they live What are you doing in that small house? Since then, people who live around No. [-] can always hear the sound of people talking, throwing dice, and the noise of walking around in the middle of the night."

"There were also people who went to see it secretly, but they got sick when they came back from the burnt ruins, and then drowned themselves in the sink. Since then, no one dared to step into No. 488. After a few days In 488, the village in the city was remodeled, and the neighbors around No. [-] moved away, and the land has remained barren like this.”

Chu Ci asked: "Is there no one to develop?"

"Why not? Now the land price in Chuhua City is 10000 yuan per square meter, which is as high as the sky. Who wouldn't be greedy for such a large piece of land in the suburbs? But greedy people have to earn money. There are three bosses who have signed the land transfer contract. All of them don't believe in evil, but they had accidents one after another in less than a month, and the whole family was affected."

"I heard that the last boss lived in the Jialan Temple in Nanlu Mountain before he died. He burned incense and recited Buddha every day, so he hanged himself in the wing room on the last night at the end of the month. The strangest thing is that he hanged himself. The sheet was tied to the latch, and he himself was kneeling at the head of the bed, facing out the window, that is to say, he strangled himself to death when he closed the door and fled from the window... ..."

"Later, the name of the haunted house No. 488 became more and more famous, and even the wasteland around it was affected, becoming more and more sinister and evil. I heard that as long as someone strays into No. 4 land You can hear ghosts crying, and you will have nightmares in the middle of the night. If you are not in good health, you might just leave..."

The driver who took the tuk tuk spoke more and more strangely, and finally scared himself so much that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.

He took a deep breath, changed a lighter topic, and asked Chu Ci: "Speaking of which, young man, what do you do? What kind of business do you go to No. 448 to investigate?"

Chu Ci: "Open a haunted house."

driver:"……"

The uncle driver showed an awkward yet polite smile.

Chu Ci didn't take it seriously, he tapped the palm of his left palm with his right hand, and said happily: "After hearing what you said, I think No. 488 is a good place, and it will definitely be built into a haunted house that is famous all over the city!"

"This trip is not false!"

Uncle driver: "..."

He thought to himself that you should come out of No. 488 alive tonight and then say this.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to No. 4 fierce place, Jiumi~