Chapter 12:

The messy warehouse was dark, and the suppressed crying was miserable and sharp, and even the glass didn't know what was "dumping". +++ Mobile phone reading visit m.EbookFREE.me
Everything is like the scene in the horror movie, but Lu Xu is not afraid, just quietly watching them play.
The male ghost in a printed shirt sat on the window sill, striking hard at the window, and half of his body leaned out.
There was also a crouching wolf crying in the corner of the wall, and stopped from time to time to ask the one who knocked on the glass: "Is my voice crying not loud enough, why didn't he respond?"
He didn't listen to the movement of the shirt, and said: "I guess it's too scared to be scared. You have to give people some time to react."
"Woo, when can I turn on the light, I am really afraid of black."
The flower shirt is very helpless: "Primary 4, if you are awake, how can there be ghosts afraid of black?"
"Okay, okay, our ghost world f4 will never admit defeat!"
Xiao Si's mouth was flat. After thinking about it and feeling ashamed, he cried harder.
Afraid that Lu Xu couldn't hear, he also deliberately leaned up, crying and trying to blow into the neck of others.
Seeing him put his head together, Lu Xu could not help but leaned his head away.
Such a close distance was already a face-to-face, and the two were so big and squinted. Looking at the performance of this initiative, Lu Xu was in a good mood, and he greeted him with a smile.
Xiao Si saw his reaction in his eyes, his mouth widened and he completely forgot to cry: "Big ... Big Brother ..."
"Call me (dry gan), don't stop."
Although the blocked keywords have not been around for a few years, there are many people who have scared away. He had seen so many people who were scared to sneeze, but he had never seen such a calm person like Lu Xu.
He used to think that the masculine aura (qiangqiang) was large when he was across the screen, but after looking at him now, the little four souls would be scared away: "Master Lu Xu ..."
The knocking of the glass stopped suddenly, and the room lights came on.
Lu Xu stood there so calmly that he watched them all the time, and at first glance looked better than the lights.
The two male ghosts held together and shivered, trying to shrink themselves into a ball trying to reduce their sense of existence. God knows how much they want to escape at this moment, but the legs are too scared to listen, and it's hard to stand up.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." Thinking of those legends about Lu Xu's (violent bao) force, Xiaosi cried unconsciously. Even if you have n’t lived for a few years, do n’t you even be a ghost now?
Lu Xu raised his hands (touched Mo) (touched Mo) ears, and said to his lips: "It's noisy."
Before the words fell, two hands immediately covered Xiao Si's mouth—one pair was his own, and the other pair were flower shirts.
The cry stopped abruptly, and the world was finally clear.
There is no blood in the two ghosts, it seems that there is no evil or harm.
Lu Xu thought that he was gentle and polite to his customers, and did not think about embarrassing them. He just asked them in a small chat: "How long have he been dead?"
The two ghosts were originally very scared, but Lu Xu looked good and did not attack for a while (sexual xing), and unconsciously relaxed a little.
Flower shirt opens first: "I have twenty years ..."
Xiao Si broke his finger and figured it out, and then whispered: "I have three years ..."
The time is not too long but not short.
Normally, before the death, the gods of death will receive information in advance, which can provide them with better (dead si) death services.
Of course, there are also those who have died and stayed in the human world. Perhaps it is obsession or resentment. This connection is enough for them to stay in the world.
Sure enough, the flowered shirt shuddered and gave me his "Temporary Residence Permit" to show to Lu Xu, so as not to be dispelled by the soul as a evil spirit: "Adult, we don't want to go, but we can't go. ... "
After taking a look at the temporary residence permit, Lu Xu discovered that it was the visa issued by the Southwestern Ministry of Death.
Reaper's work is divided into sections, and performance competition is indispensable between each other.
The Southwest Reaper Department has always regarded Lu Xu and their group as competitors. Xie An complained more than once, saying that he was robbed by the people of the Southwestern Ministry of Death.
If it were not for this mission, Lu Xu did not expect to meet their "legacy customers".
It would be unreasonable if you do n’t want the results delivered to your door.
"Talk about it, why can't you go?"
Seeing that Lu Xu wanted to hear it, no one dared to hide it from the flower shirt and Primary 4, and honestly told Lu Xu—
"The song I wrote has not been released yet."
"I want to debut!"
The flower shirt's real name was Tao Yingbo, 27 when he died. In order to fulfill his wish as a singer, he dropped out of school at the age of twenty and came to Dongcheng to float, went out to sing during the day, and returned to the basement at night to write songs. It has been floating for five or six years, and I have written many songs I do n’t know. At the age of twenty-six, a studio contacted him to let the song pass, saying that he could consider releasing an album for him.
Tao Yingbo was very happy. He picked a few starting games and waited with hope.
As a result, a year has passed. He didn't wait for the album but he heard his song on the album of other singers. He was determined to get justice, but the studio did not admit it at all and threatened to sue him.
"I was very angry at the time, and I wanted to come over and talk to them. I drank a few bottles of wine that day and thought about going to the rooftop to breathe ... I really didn't think about blocked keywords , and I was not careful ... "
One evening ten years ago, Tao Yingbo fell from his apartment and fell into the corner of social news. It is nothing more than holding him as a case to remind the public to pay attention to safety, but no one knows how good the song he wrote is until he dies.
"Brother, you are too hard to whine ..." Xiao Si heard tears straight from the side, crying and telling his story.
Compared with Tao Yingbo, the story of Primary Four is much simpler. His real name was He Xinghua, who was 18 years old when he died.
Since childhood, He Xinghua's dream is to become an idol. At the age of 13, he signed a company as a trainee. At the age of 15, he had his own group and started to take part in business performances. At the age of eighteen, he signed up to participate in the draft. As a result, there was a car accident on the way to record the show, and his life came to an abrupt end.
"The five of us were all going to debut, but the three of us stayed here woo woo ..."
"Three?" Lu Xu sharply caught the word, and then asked, "Is there any other ghost besides the two of you?"
"Yes." He Xinghua carefully returned, "The two of them are my teammates, they should still be upstairs now ..."
Tao Yingbo saw that Lu Xu did n’t speak, fearing that he would be too busy to explain:
We ’ve lived in this apartment for a long time, and those people who come to say hello will occupy the room without calling one, and everyone else will be angry. If you want to hurt someone, you want to scare ... "
"Let's go." Lu Xu didn't blame them, but didn't want them to block keywords under their noses.
At the same time, the situation upstairs was a mess.
A group of trainees was busy washing, but the light above his head did not know why it flickered.
After all, there are many people, and the power outage is actually nothing terrible.
But who can think of half of the bath, the water suddenly disappeared.
"No, right, I just shampooed!"
"I just wiped the bath (dew)!
"Ah, help, my face wash (milk Nai) didn't hurt my eyes!"
.......
Suddenly, even Fan Zeng was dumbfounded, and the staff quickly rushed to repair.
"Giggle ..." The female ghost with her tongue out looked at the alien (shen) body that shuttled in the corridor, and still covered her face with her hand. It's just that the fingers are wide apart, and the eyes are spinning diligently, looking excitedly at everything in front of him.
The two male ghosts turned off the main switch, and they did not forget to stand on the corridor to accept their achievements
"Is this enough?"
"It feels like I'm almost there."
While talking, Xu Haoming came out of Room 201.
He had just taken half of his bath and still had bubbles on his body, and he went out to say if there was any solution.
The two male ghosts looked at each other--
"Or choose him?"
"Fine, just him."
"What broke the apartment, there was still water." Xu Haoming scolded his mother's heart.
It was a bit uncomfortable to share with Lu Xu in a room, and now I can't get through with him even taking a bath.
He was wrapped in bath towels, thinking about going to the public bathroom to see if there was any water rushing down. When I went out, I found that it was dark outside. When I got to the public bathroom, I found that there was no water.
"by!"
Xu Haoming scolded and turned to go back to the dormitory and so on.
The distance from the bathroom to his dormitory is only five or six meters, but Xu Haoming has never walked.
He has obviously taken a lot of steps, but whenever he stops and looks back, he finds himself still in the bathroom door.
There should have been a lot of people around, but I don't know when the voice and people disappeared.
The darkness itself will increase fear, Xu Haoming hastened his pace unconsciously, but no matter how far he walked, he did not leave the bathroom half a step.
"Maybe you will be a ghost tonight!"
Lu Xu's words suddenly sounded in his ears, and Xu Haoming, who has always admired science, was suspicious of his worldview for the first time.
It's not that I haven't heard of ghosts hitting walls, but I never thought that such things would happen to me.
The more fear (shen) the more sensitive the body, a burst of cool air blowing from the neck, down the cervical spine all the way, even the scalp is numb.
Xu Haoming always felt that there was something behind him, but he did not dare to look back.
"Is anyone there?" He yelled in his throat, trying to find someone to save himself, but there was no response at all.
The scene that Lu Xu saw upstairs was that two ghosts were busy covering their eyes, and one was busy blowing air into his neck.
This scene looked somewhat funny to Lu Xu, and when he saw his mentality collapsed, he snapped his fingers--
All the lights in the hallway were on, and there was a loud sound of water in the bathroom.
Xu Haoming looked up and saw Lu Xu standing in front of him, the discomfort that had just disappeared. For the first time, he felt that Lu Xu looked good and kind. He jumped on him and almost cried: "Lu Xu saves his life, there is a ghost ..."