Chapter 46: Breaking the ground 03┃There are ghosts.

It is rare that Mu Yiran also wore casual clothes today, and Ke Xun smiled at each other—everyone was wearing casual clothes, and one diving blue and one glacier gray looked good.
Mu Yiran still had a serious look. He looked at the sign of Chunsun Apartment and the advertising paper in his hand, as if trying to find some clues in the shops near the apartment.
Ke Xun said eloquently: "Don't look for it. It should be 1997. This is an old advertisement from a year ago."
"This area is very sunken." Mu Yiran looked at the obvious downhill of Chunsun Street, feeling that there was something wrong with the Feng Shui here.
"Maybe the people who built the apartment are to gather wealth?" Ke Xun looked up at the dark sky like a backdrop, and felt an invisible oppression-in fact, the Feng Shui of this apartment was not good, it occupies the end of Chunsun Street. The other two sides are facing three street intersections, making this building more like a special transportation hub.
Such a residence is said to be called "Wan Jian Chuan Xin" by experts.
"This is definitely deconstruction!" Someone finally walked over in the distance, three men and one woman, one of whom was Qin Ci.
Qin Cichong nodded to find a few people, folded the advertising paper in his hand, and walked over to stand with them.
"This is a deconstruction of painting! No, it is a deconstruction of modern architecture!" a middle-aged man wearing glasses said very passionately, his whole body as thin as bamboo.
Another slightly bald long-haired middle-aged man with a thoughtful look: "No, no, I think it should belong to the category of philosophy."
"Deconstructionism itself comes from philosophy!" The eye of the man with glasses almost penetrated the lens.
Ke Xun looked at Qin Ci, a little confused whether this group of people were inside or outside.
It was the first time I saw someone who walked into the painting without panic like this.
"I met them in the exhibition hall, and it is said that they are three poets who gather their styles." Qin Ci said briefly.
It is the female poet who is more normal. Her eyes are a little flustered and she has a little exploration. She wore a light-colored cheongsam with a shawl covered with light gauze. At this moment, she stepped on embroidered shoes and walked to several people: "Qin Doctor, I still haven't figured out what's going on. It would be too ridiculous to enter the painting. Could it be... the back door of the art gallery?"
"We also hope it is." Ke Xun glanced at the three antique-dressed poets and stopped speaking.
A large group of people came from behind: Saliu with a somewhat unwilling expression; Zhu Haowen, a Japanese young man with a moustache; Li Taiyong, an old man in his seventies; three long-legged girls with devil figures: Tina, Xinmiao, and Luo Han.
Weidong looked at the three beauties: the fate of God Meow~
After the people arrived, Qin Ci simply popularized the basic knowledge of "entering painting", and then he was about to knock on the door and walk into the apartment.
These newcomers, except for the old man Li Taiyong, could hardly hide their panic, especially the three long-legged girls. Two of them were almost silly, while the other cried and said that they couldn’t believe they had crossed. .
Old man Li Taiyong wore an outdated half-sleeved shirt, white-washed overalls and pants, plus a pair of old shoes. Putting this dress into the world today, it looks very harmonious.
The old man's hand kept trembling, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or some old-age disease. He was a little pant as he walked, and the nearest Qin Ci came up to help him in time.
Ke Xun has an innate compassion for the elderly and children: old man, old man, are you okay to go to the art gallery and wander around? It must be too hot to turn on the air conditioner at home...
The big iron door of the apartment slammed open, and it was dark like a bottomless pit. The wind blowing was very shady, and the air was filled with an inexplicable smell, a bit like the peculiar stuffy air from an underground garage. .
After everyone settled down, they discovered that there were lights inside. Because it was a circular building, a circular courtyard was formed inside, or it could be called a patio.
Standing in the patio and looking around, there are residents in a circle.
This kind of building is commonly called Tongzilou, and it is the most common type of residential building in the 1970s.
Sha Liu looked up at the night sky above the patio: "I have also been to the old-fashioned tube building, but they all have roofs. Why is this roofless?"
"You have a top? Wouldn't it be that you don't see the sun?" A voice came faintly, shocking Sha Liu.
It was the person who opened the door for everyone just now. He was in his fifties, wearing a faded red hurdle vest and holding a large bunch of dozens of keys in his hand. It seemed that he should be the concierge of this apartment. uncle.
"You all come to rent a house, right? Come in with me," the uncle concierge pushed open the door of the mail room, "there are only six empty rooms left, you consciously divide it into six groups."
The concierge looked like an old was there, and took the fish food in the bag to feed the fish in the fish tank.
Ke Xun remembered the extremely life-like fragmented scenes he had seen before entering the painting, and then contacted the very real version of the NPC in front of him, feeling that this painting was not the same as the previous ones.
The long-legged girl trio quickly hugged together: "Let's three!"
Wei Dongke Xun hurriedly joined Mu Yiran as if he had been ordered by God, "We are in a group of three!"
Mu Yiran's expression faded, and he did not explicitly object.
The concierge looked at the six people who were automatically grouped together: "At most three people in a group, don't add more at the back, or not enough."
This NPC is quite talkative.
"Qiu Lu! Three of us!" The long-haired middle-aged man showed excitement, making people think that he was about to start the death mode.
The poetess known as Qiu Lu gave him a blank look: "You two are in a group, there is a lady on our side."
Sha Liu had been holding back without speaking, but now listening to Qiu Lu saying this, he smiled and nodded.
At this time, Qin Ci also supported the old man Li Taiyong, and simply went with the old man.
One is left alone: ​​Japanese youth Zhu Haowen.
It is often not a good phenomenon to be alone, especially in eccentric paintings.
"Here is the Chunsun dormitory person, and we are in charge of it here." The concierge began to hand out the keys: "There is only one key in a house. Don't lose it."
Ke Xun took the initiative to reach out and took the key. It was a simple brass key from the 90s. What made people feel more comfortable was that the house number was affixed to the key in the form of white adhesive plaster. Then use a ballpoint pen to write a string of numbers: 411.
Sha Liu stretched her head to look at the key in Ke Xun's hand: "We live in 410, we are neighbors, so take care of everything."
"Okay." Ke Xun hummed haha ​​when dealing with people like Sha Liu.
After a while, everyone received their keys.
When the concierge handed out the last key, he suddenly said,
You cannot live alone on the sixth floor. It’s too high and I’m so overwhelmed.
He suddenly sharpened his eyes and looked at Wei Dong,
Come here and talk to him. Live at 616."
"Ah? Me?" Wei Dong felt that he was always the hapless one.
The concierge's eyes suddenly became fierce: "Do you want to violate the decision of Chunsun dormitory?"
Wei Dong almost freaked out on the spot, and quickly walked to Zhu Haowen obediently.
The concierge no longer looked at everyone, and while packing the remaining keys in his hand, he said, "Go back to the house if you are familiar with the environment. After turning off the lights, don't go up and down the stairs, and stop visiting the door."
Six groups of people holding the keys in their hands, some confused and half-knowledgeable, had just walked out of the mail room full of smoke and mildew. Suddenly the head of the concierge protruded from the mail room window: "At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Meet at Wumei Restaurant!"
People were shocked again.
Weidong cried and pulled Ke Xun on his face: "Ke Er..."
Ke Xun couldn't help it: "Remember the concierge's words, don't go up and down after turning off the lights, it's better not to go out."
But Sha Liu inserted a sentence: "I find it strange that with regard to this prohibition on going up and downstairs, is this a tacit approval that we can go out at night? Can we walk in the corridor on the same floor?"
Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a shout: "Public toilet!"
It was Tina in the long-legged girl who was talking, and she was pointing at the toilet not far in front: "There is no toilet in this apartment! We can only go to the public toilet!"
The other two long-legged girls also made a fuss.
Everyone then understood why everyone was not forbidden to go out. If you go to the toilet at night, you must go out to the public toilet.
The big guys have complicated minds, and those who have experienced painting are very serious about the environment in front of them, trying to imprint the location of these rooms in their minds-familiar with the familiar environment, this should also be a reminder of the concierge.
Everyone is basically familiar with each other. The two middle-aged male poets reported their names. The thin man with glasses is called Shouzhu, and the one with long hair and baldness is called Zhihua. They should be under pen names.
Chi Tiao also gave everyone a business card, with the word
Chi Tiao
printed on the antique business card.
Everyone knows that the vetch is sweet potato and sweet potato. Isn’t it just a small sweet potato...
In today's situation, no one is in the mood to analyze the sweet potato. Everyone simply makes a round of the patio on the first floor. Apart from the strong breath of life, there is no longer the lifelessness of the first time.
There were no occupants on the first floor. They were all merchants. Everyone quickly found the "Five Sisters Restaurant", and there were many people dining in it.
In addition to small restaurants, there are also many small shops at the bottom.
The three long-legged girls were the most uncomfortable when they first arrived. At this moment, they went to the small shop and took out their wallets to come and go. Sure enough, they bought a bottle of orange soda and stood in front of the small shop to drink with a straw.
It seems that the money in the wallet can be used here, so everyone can rest assured.
"Don’t you think it’s weird. These shops should be open outwards. Why are all these doors facing in?" Ke Xun couldn’t help asking Mu Yiran next to him, and inadvertently smelled the smell of men’s perfume on him. : Cedar, oak moss, it smells good.
"Before entering the door, a demolition notice was posted on the outer wall of the apartment, dated May 1996." Mu Yiran thought that these shops were probably not allowed to open to the outside world.
"Hey, have you seen the demolition notice? I saw the big red-painted characters: Ghost." Ke Xun squinted at Mu Yiran with a smile.
Everyone was uncomfortable by Ke Xun's "Ghost", but in fact, everyone saw that the blood-red spray paint was sprayed on the exterior wall of the apartment, and it was written in hideous fonts everywhere: Ghost.
Suddenly there was a burst of presumptuous laughter from the shop in front, and then a girl in red walked out of the door.
The cylindrical fire-red skirt has a hairstyle that is probably very fashionable in this era-the Ω hairstyle, commonly known as valgus.
The red girl turned her hair into a graceful arc with hairspray, and her thin and tall eyebrows also drew a graceful arc. The shiny red lip gloss made her mouth pouting.
In contrast, the three long-legged girls with red eyebrows and red lips looked a little rough.
The shop the girl walked out of was a barber shop. Seeing her look, it should be the boss here.
"Are you new here?" The girl greeted several people with a thick Zhejiang accent.
Another vivid NPC appeared.
Seeing the beauties, Shou Zhu seemed to have his spirits all of a sudden: "No one will watch the light rain all day long, the mandarin ducks are in the bath red clothes."
Everyone: "..."
Chi Tiao also smiled: "Sister, we are actually from the art gallery..."
"Art museum? Are you sent by a Hong Kong developer?" The girl in red suddenly stopped him coldly.
Qiu Lu hurriedly said to the side: "We are just tourists!"
The red girl's eyes rolled and stared at everyone: "Then you have to close the door, it's haunted at night here."