Chapter 197: A Japanese shrine maiden?

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Yang Yan didn't think so much. He is now anxious and eager to find his team members. In case they make any mistakes, according to his nature, he will definitely regret it all his life and guilt it all his life.
He pointed at the footprints on the ground, and I saw two very messy footprints stepping on the same place, and then led to the left and right houses.
It seems that after Yang Ye's team members came here, after a long period of discussion and choice, they parted ways.
Why do they disperse? Because the ones leading to the left and the right each have two pairs of footprints of different shapes and sizes.
They must have said that they would come back to gather after exploring, but the result was that neither party returned.
So it seems weird in both houses.
I looked around again and again, worrying that I would be sick in the future.
Sometimes the feedback from my body gives me a better idea of ​​whether this place is really as fierce as the outside world says.
Obviously, Yang Yan and I thought about it together. The flashlight shined on the left and the right on the left. At last, he was still uncertain, and asked me, "Which side should we go to first?"
It's actually the same on either side.
After all, they decentralized each other and did not return.
My finger pointed to the house on the left, Yang Ye nodded at me, and he was no longer like he was just now, and he popularized some of the information he knew about the haunted house.
He held his breath, moved his foot around me, and made me nervous with it.
The surrounding atmosphere seemed extraordinarily depressed and low, and we walked lightly to the house on the left.
My heart could not help raising it, swallowing saliva constantly, trying to calm myself down.
Not to mention the boldness of the people, Yang Ye and I are just two people. These two houses directly wiped out the four living people, and of course I would be afraid that something unexpected would happen.
As we were about to enter the door, my eyes caught something hanging from the window beam.
It was just like a person, facing the night breeze, swaying to the left and right, the light of my eyes swept over that thing, and shocked me.
The flashlight flew at the thing shaking in the air, and my pupils shrank.
Sunny Doll?
There are also sunny dolls in our country in order to be able to pray for sunny day dolls.
However, I did not forget that in Japan, the popularity of sunny dolls is much more than that of our country, which can be said to be a symbol of their country.
Even if the origin is in the country.
I did not forget the information given to me on that scroll.
The owner of this mansion married a Japanese girl, which made me even more interested.
Obviously, Yang Yan recognized the shabby and shabby sunny doll and stared at me.
We quietly opened the half-covered door and walked in. The arrangement inside the house surprised me for no reason.
The door outside was obviously a normal wooden door, but there was no other door inside.
No, to be precise, it should be "the porch." It is said that traditional houses in Japan will have porches. There is a small space for people to place shoes and a place for visitors to take off their shoes.
The sliding door was wide open. Someone should have entered it. After entering the sliding door, it was a flat bottom called "Sanhe Tu".
There were two small rooms facing the ground. The inside was depressed. Unexpectedly, the house had been vacant for so long. The furniture inside was either damaged or stolen by some pickpockets to sell money.
But it was unexpected that the contents were still in place, as if time had stayed at the moment when the family disappeared.
If it weren't for the thick layer of ash that made the entire room look dirty, I thought there were people living here.
I couldn't help but have an idea. When I think of such a big house, no one has visited it for so long, the saying of this fierce house must have been circulating for a long time.
A place where thieves who are so addicted to life dare not come, is the most terrifying thing to me.
The house on the outside obviously looks like an ordinary mansion during the Republic of China, but the layout on the inside is completely different.
The sunny doll hanging outside the house seemed to give me a hint.
As we walked step by step, Yang Yan was surprised by this traditional Japanese-style house. He constantly shuttled between the two small rooms, searching for something with a flashlight.
"I didn't expect it to be like this."
I have the same thoughts as Yang Ye, and I don't know what to say, but this is not the time for us to express our emotions. When we walk up the high floor, we can see the room inside.
The wooden floor has aged for a long time, and it has become aging. The crunching sound of stepping on it has stirred my sweat. Yang Yan's tight body also told me that he is no better than me Where to go.
"Oh!"
I was taken aback by this sudden voice! He jumped from the ground and bumped into Yang Yan next to him. Both screamed at the same time!
"Ah! What a voice!"
"Hey! Why did you hit me!"
My flashlight aimed directly at Yang Ye, and when I saw that he was sweating nervously, he looked at me in horror, and then I panted and calmed down my heart.
"You scared me."
He reproached, I immediately apologized to him, but I was also scared. There was no sound at all. Suddenly there was the sound of something falling to the ground. Who was it, and half of his life was scared?
"Did you hear the sound of things falling?"
I saw his throat rolled, and apparently he heard the dull, falling sound of something falling.
"Like it came from that room."
He clicked with his finger on the room on the right-hand side in front, and the door pulled tightly, leaving no gap.
It feels like no one has walked in.
In fact, I really wanted to shrink behind Yang Yan, let him take the lead, but seeing that he was so timid, I still choose to walk behind, behind his back.
The whole process was exceptionally slow. We almost walked by. The two did not dare to make a loud noise, as if we were a little bit louder, and a loud noise appeared immediately.
When I reached out to pull the door, I felt that my heart beat almost to my throat, and my breathing was quick. I felt my brain was hot, because of the lack of oxygen and nervousness in the brain, and my head was dizzy.
Yang Yan also lowered his voice, and asked in my ear: "Why ... I'll open the door?" I let him open his body and let his arm pass over me and reach the door. He may also know that it would be more horrible to open it a little bit, so he just yanked the door open!
The other hand took a flashlight and shot at it. The moment I opened the door, my eyes closed!
Yang Yan took a deep breath, but his body froze immediately, and without any movement, I slowly opened my eyes.
The room was empty, and I could only see a small wooden wardrobe at the corner to the south, and a dresser next to the east wall.
The oval mirror is slightly yellowed and has been around for some years.
There are also many small boxes on the table. I guess it should be a wooden box for women's cosmetics and jewelry.
In the end, I couldn't help but notice the scroll scroll that fell to the ground.
It was supposed to hang by the dresser, but now it rolls down to the center of the room.
I tore off Yang's sleeves and motioned him to look first. He was reluctant to look, but in the manly mentality, he still walked towards the position where the scroll fell.
He crouched slowly, holding the flashlight in one hand, and carefully picking up the scroll with the other, intending to spread out the folded paper so that we could see the contents inside.
The picture was unfolded and I was amazed by the woman above.
A very familiar witch costume was worn on a beautiful and beautiful woman.
She was short and slightly immature, looking only twenty years old, with long black hair tied loosely, hugged behind her, holding a long broom in her hands, her eyes looking in the direction of the artist.
Even though the scroll was covered with a layer of dirty dust, the appearance of the witch was as dazzling as pearls, which directly reflected into my eyes, making me unable to calm down for a long time.
Her eyes seemed to have a magical power that completely attracted my sight.
Even Yang Yan is the same.
It seems that this should be the hostess of this mansion. The house in the backyard has a completely traditional Japanese style architecture. When you enter the house, it gives you a full day wind.
Then the room we are in now is naturally the living room of the hostess.
There is also a vanity mirror for women, and this picture is enough to illustrate.
Yang Yan took the mobile phone and was ready to take pictures to leave clues and evidence. I stood up, shaking the flashlight around.
When I walked to the dresser, my eyes looked at the things on the table.
The old wooden combs were squarely placed there, and boxes of various sizes were neatly arranged.
However, the box at the most center made my eyes linger. I squinted my eyes, as if there was a voice telling me to let me explore this special box.
This box is slightly larger than other wooden boxes, with many patterns carved on the surface, and even the padlocks above seem to be made of silver.
"Yang Ye, come and take a look at this."
I beckoned towards Yang Ye who was still in the "beauty" and pointed to the box in front of me.
"You think of a way, let's open it?"
Yang Zheng totally disagreed and rightfully said to me: "Don't come, Xiaohua, although this is an old house, but it has been bought by the client. It belongs to his property, can't we just move it?"