Chapter 187:

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Qingye Bar is a retro-style building. It does not go in the tall direction like ordinary bars. Instead, it is deliberately decorated into a retro building. There is a large floor-to-ceiling glass skylight on the outside of the second floor. Enough for a person to get in, the glass is pasted with a matcha green sticker, and the glass is painted with red and yellow pigments on it, drawing a picture of the Virgin and the child.
The door was tightly closed with a seal, and an old lock was hung on it.
The whole building exudes a scent of disrepair, and the vines of the creeper are wrapped around the brick wall on the left.
Pan Jiming parked the car on the side of the road and walked up the steps with Xiao Li.
Needless to say, the doll’s hair was quietly extended from the pocket and drilled into the lock. At the same time, Xiao Li carefully lifted the seal from the upper right corner and opened the door at an angle that would not damage the seal. Got in.
Pan Jiming stood outside the door instinctively and hesitated for a moment. The Moriarty in front of him was acting differently from ordinary people, which made him feel jealous, but when he was tangled, he glanced up.
The creeper's leaves almost blocked all the light, densely packed, but they avoided the stained glass on the skylight, and surrounded it like stars arched over the moon.
And behind the old stained glass, behind the head of the Virgin Mary, Pan Jiming faintly saw a pair of blood-red eyes, just like the eyes in the gap of the KTV box door.
He immediately made a decision, holding his stomach, learning the posture of Xiao Li just now, and got in together to catch up with Xiao Li.
The moon overhead is very round, hanging unusually bright above the city sky, and the bright moonlight sheds a halo along the wide open bar door, forming a distinct line of light and dark.
It has been a long time since no one has come inside the bar. It can be seen that it was sealed up after the murder, and the inside is still the same as before.
The tables, chairs and benches that fell casually, the broken wine glasses on the side of the bar, the black mucus on the floor, and the wine bottles squeezed down when the crowd panicked, everything was frozen in that time and space.
On the side of the bar, there is a small step, above the step is a miniature stage, the red flannel background is not known how much ash is dyed, and a microphone and speaker are placed in front of it.
Pan Jiming tried to press the switch, but the chandelier above his head did not respond. It was expected that the electricity would have been cut off here.
The Lantern Ghost originally wanted to take advantage of the painstaking effort to salt the fish for a while, but the doll curled it up with its hair and pulled it out of Xiao Li's pocket and threw it on the wall.
The light bulb that had recovered its rounded curvature flicked lazily in the air, and jumped directly onto the chandelier following this force, illuminating the surroundings.
Xiao Li crossed the bar and walked to the private room mentioned in the report.
In the deeper place, the messy footprints are more obvious. Inside are private rooms, some of which are open and some are closed.
Pan Jiming couldn't help saying: "Master Moriarty, that ghost will really be here?"
Xiao Li still trusts Meiyou's abilities, and the ghost's whispers while singing also talked about "bleeding eyes", so he answered in the affirmative.
Pan Jiming wanted to ask something, but when he opened his mouth to speak out, Xiao Li noticed the slightest abnormality on the wall.
It was a dark brown liquid. I don't know when it was stained on the wall. It looked more like dust when the light was unknown, but in Xiao Li's eyes, it was a blood stain.
He quickened his pace and walked inside following the blood stains.
The more you go inside, the darker the light, even if the lamp ghost is dangling along the top of your head, the two still can’t see clearly beyond the distance of one meter in front, and at the same time, the feeling of something shrouded in light becomes stronger and stronger. .
Xiao Li could perceive the sense of peeping behind him, and the KTV ghost should hide somewhere and watch them while rolling his eyes.
At first there were sporadic blood stains on the wall, followed by blood stains after another, which turned into half handprints in front of one of the closed doors.
Yes, half.
It was a mark left by holding the corner of the wall.
Xiao Li tried to simulate the scene in his mind. Because of something, the resident singer dug out his eyes, covered his eyes with one hand, and held on to the wall with the other because he could not stand firmly. on……
"Under what circumstances would a person gouging out his own eyes... mental illness, hallucinations?" Xiao Li muttered to himself.
In order to divert his attention, Pan Jiming tried to answer Xiao Li: "Too much pressure? As a resident singer, unpopular, housing prices in this city are the most expensive place in the country, which may be the difference between reality and dreams. "
"That alone shouldn't be enough," Xiao Li touched his right eye, "It's really because of lack of money. It's faster to cut your wrist than to gouge your eyes, and it's easier to think of."
Eyes are the most vulnerable part of human beings. Few people can think of punishing themselves by "gouging their eyes" unless it is...
Something exists in his eyes.
Xiao Li thought about reaching out to pull the doorknob of the door. Before his fingers touched the doorknob, countless hands slapped the door panel, leaving handprints one after another, and the air was full of blood. taste.
Like a warning.
Pan Jiming drew back a certain distance in fear: "I don't think we should go in anymore? Look at this reaction, it must be dangerous inside..."
More importantly, he is just an ordinary businessman! Why did you follow? What magic power does this Moriarty have?
Xiao Li disagrees: "When a beast is desperate and the mountains are exhausted, it encounters an enemy and wants to enter its lair. What will it do?"
"Uh..." Pan Jiming said hesitantly, "It should be impossible to catch with one's hands, that is roar...?"
The claws of the beast can't be used, but it still has a voice.
"Yes, if there is any way for this ghost, then it will be used in your KTV. You don't have to wait for me to come here to start." Xiao Li said, "Although it may be caused by other ghosts, it is possible. Not very much, the biggest possibility is that it is frightening me."
He pushed open the door. Inside was a small private room for resident singers to rest and change clothes. It could barely be called the backstage. There were rows of mirrors. On the table in front of the mirrors were all kinds of makeup removers and makeup. Supplies have already expired.
But what makes this room special is the font on the mirror.
Every mirror was filled with crooked words. At first it was lipstick, but it became a living blood stain in the back:
【Itching, itching, itching. 】
[Why are your eyes so itchy? Itchy, how can I stop the itching in my eyes? 】
[I can sing, don’t do that, it’s okay if my eyes are red, I can wear cosmetic contact lenses to cover it, I can come on stage, let me on stage, I love singing. 】
[Why don’t you let me go on stage? Just because of this eye? Damn, I'm going to the hospital to see it. 】
[I am not conjunctivitis, nor trachoma. I can't find the cause, and dripping eye drops are useless, itching and uncomfortable. 】
[The doctor asked me when I started, but I don’t know, but after thinking about it, it seems to be that day... I went to the graffiti corner of the park that day, and when I came back, my eyes hurt. 】
[I went there again, the graffiti has been changed, there is no special place, it, is it because of some germs? 】
[What is an ultimatum? Isn't it just an eye, just because this doesn't let me continue singing? I knew this dead bald head was deliberately embarrassing me! 】
[No, I can’t give up, I have to sing, I still have a few original songs that I haven’t sung! I don't want to do other work, I have to sing. 】
[...I have it, dig it out, isn’t it all right? 】
[In this way, it won't be itchy. 】
【dig it out! 】
[I feel comfortable, and finally itching no longer, but it hurts again...]
After the last sentence, there is a very simple and extremely small pattern with two triangles on it, and the right sides are connected by four lines. It is a pattern that Xiao Li has never seen before.
In this room, Xiao Li did not see the shadow of a KTV ghost, but he knew it must be there.
Xiao Li stroked the writing on these mirrors with his hands: "I know you are there. I have no malice against you. On the contrary, I want to help you."
In the dungeon world, the first thing these ghosts think about is how to kill. The killing intent controls the mind. Only a few of them have the sage. I don't know if this is the case in reality. Xiao Li decided to try it.
Xiao Li said, "I want to hear you tell your story."
No one answered.
Xiao Li is actually not very good at talking, he is more accustomed to speaking with actions, but now, he can only reluctantly try: "Still not going to talk to me?"
Pan Jiming couldn't stand it anymore, he interrupted and said, "You also have a sage, do you want to go on like this forever? We won't do anything to you, you should also want to say it?"
There was another long silence. When Xiao Li wanted to leave, a voice finally rang: "...I have nothing to say about my business."
Xiao Li: "You dug out your eyes, why?"
He added: "Don't talk about itching."
The KTV ghost no longer speaks.
Xiao Li stood upright, and finally, he retreated, closed the door, and walked straight back to the bar hall, then moved two chairs among the messy tables and chairs, and placed them upright. On the stage, I sat on it myself.
In the bar with only lights and ghosts, he said to the empty stage: "Fu Zige."
Fu Zige, this is the name of the resident singer in that news report.
The boy’s voice is cold, he has no feelings of sympathy or regret. He is more like telling a fact: "Today I will be your audience. I want to hear you sing."
"Eyes are not important." Xiao Li squinted his eyes. "The pen of the writer, the legs of the dancer, the voice of the singer, the most important thing to you is the sound."
"I don't look at you, I only listen to you sing, you can keep singing as long as you want to sing."
Due to the closure of the bar lobby, his voice echoed a little, followed by silence.
I don't know how long it took, until Xiao Li thought it had disappeared. Pan Jiming wanted to persuade Xiao Li to leave first, and the voice of singing came out slowly.
The ghost did not appear on the stage, only the voice appeared.
In the beginning, he hummed softly without accompaniment. Later, the voice gradually increased and the microphone on the stage was held in the void.
It was a hoarse, not-so-mainstream, but very distinctive male voice, gently humming an original song: "You ask me if I want to continue, I said..."
The lamp ghost disguised as a chandelier flickered to the melody.
Xiao Li held his cheek with one hand, lowered his eyes, not looking at the stage, his fingers patted the armrest of the chair following the melody, and Pan Jiming, who was still standing at this time, seemed a little out of place
He didn't understand why he asked Moriarty to catch the ghost, but now he listens to the ghost singing in this long-closed bar?
And it, listen to it, this kind of vicissitudes of life even resonates with him a little bit? !
Pan Jiming was full of question marks and gave up on himself and sat beside Xiao Li.
"Even if you say no to me, even if the burden of life crushes me, I will..."
When the ghost finished singing a song, Xiao Li began to applaud and added to the other party to draw cakes: "It sounds good, the sound of nature, you can definitely make it on the song charts outside."
There was a brief applause, and in the silent hall, the ghost seemed to be waiting for another person's evaluation.
Pan Jiming looked at him, thought about his singing, and chose to follow Moriarty to give up treatment, and said in a wise manner: "......Yes, one more song!!!"
In order to stir up the atmosphere, he even whistled.
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@说给Moriarty, @说给 Sherlock, @说给Herkeley.
I'm rushing, Moriarty is really shameless, in order to get the body of a KTV ghost, he actually did such a shocking thing! ! ! This is deceiving and deceiving! ! Not only does he need a body, he also greets others' hearts!
Popular comment: [I'm so angry, what is this treatment? When will he make a fuss? Why doesn't he talk about me? 】
[Haha, does he think he is a psychologist? 】
[KTV ghost, wait for me. Next time Moriarty calls me, I will pretend to step on your foot accidentally. 】
[Now, maybe this is fate, some ghosts are treated like this as soon as they appear, and some ghosts, let alone, will cry. 】
[It doesn’t have to be the case. The KTV ghosts were pretty miserable before. Although there was no substantial harm, they also got mental pollution. 】
[Upstairs, but now it is cured again! ! ! 】
[Only I think it is purely because there is no dungeon mission constraint in reality, and it may not be possible to get it with the old method, so Moriarty used this roundabout tactic to get the KTV ghost's heart... If he is in the dungeon, he must Will change it. 】
【Yes. 】
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