Chapter 19 Remember

From the standpoint of women in a new era, I personally think the landlord is a little unkind.

Although the landlord is not a contemporary Chen Shimei, Fang Ya can be regarded as half Qin Xianglian. After ten years of hard work, he studied hard and waited for him to return to his hometown. Unexpectedly, landlord Chen's parents changed their minds and asked the landlord to take another Director Wang, Director Liu, who could make their official fortune. A long daughter, and the landlord actually agreed under all kinds of coercion and inducement!

How can he not be a scum!

I looked at the landlord's decadent look and curled his lips: "Although I should thank you for renting the house to me, why do I feel stupid with you as soon as I see you now? Fortunately, Fang Ya has broken off her relationship with you, otherwise it would be unlucky to be entangled with your best three treasures.

A voice sneered behind him: "Do you really think Fang Ya is gone?"

I turned my head inexplicably. The teenager was standing at me sneering. When he saw me turn around and snorted, he repeated the question just now disdainfully: "Do you really think Fang Ya has moved away?"

I didn't answer. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the teenager for two seconds. I felt that the teenager looked like the person who touched my head upside down in the bathroom before, and his left eye immediately showed a threat and his right eye showed alert.

The teenager sighed when he saw this, lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I just want you to know something."

Seeing that I didn't believe it, he added, "Otherwise, how can I let you see the present safely?" I would have knocked you unconscious long ago."

I thought so, and then I took over the teenager's words: "I didn't see Fang Ya when I rented a house in this guy, and I didn't look like I had a girlfriend when I heard him. Obviously, Fang Ya separated from him. If Fang Ya didn't move away, where else could she be now..."

I didn't finish speaking, and I shuddered myself, because I suddenly thought of a possibility. Sure enough, the teenager smiled and turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"Don't you know where Fang Ya is?"

My brain is dizzy, and I can see through the thick black fog on the bathroom floor without perspective. Continuous black smoke is coming out of the crystal coffin, covering the green light of tracking in the blink of an eye.

That used to be very resentful, but now there is a deeper artistic conception. Even if you are an idiot, you will know where Fang Ya is now.

I bypassed the teenager, went to the black hole in the bathroom and squatted down, looked at the black hole for a few seconds, and then looked up at the teenager.

He smiled at me and didn't say anything. He just nodded his head faintly. I lowered my head again, looked at the crystal coffin and said "sorry" softly. Then slowly put your hand into the black hole.

There was no obstruction, and there was no expected situation to be caught by the other hand. I just looked down a little and got the crystal coffin. There are no imaginary dead bones in it, only some ashes, and a centipede buried in it.

I don't know if this is the ash after Fang Ya cut her hair and burned, or the kind of ash I imagined.

I hope it is the former.

I wiped off the dust from the crystal coffin and stood up with the crystal coffin in my arms. I only heard the teenager laugh beside him: "It's almost time to let you go and trap you here. I'm afraid the ancient sword master is really angry."

said, bending the corners of his lips, smiled at me and said, "Well, please."

Then the light shook, the teenager's body slowly dissipated in the white light, and the black smoke gushing from behind gradually fell back into the hole. I watched the teenager completely disappear into the air, and turned around and saw Chengying standing behind him.

He didn't seem to move, still standing in the position when we rushed into the bathroom, but he looked a little anxious and angry. After seeing me, he seemed relieved and slowly frowned again.

"The black smoke in the hole, with a strong resentment, rushed out and directly fixed your soul in it. I called several times and didn't see your response, and I almost forcibly called you back to your senses through the spiritual deed.

He said and turned his eyes to the crystal coffin in my hand: "This is..."

"What the centipede spirit gave me."

I looked down at the crystal coffin in my hand and felt very heavy, so I was a little depressed for a few seconds before looking up at Chengying: "Call the landlord. If it's okay, let him come early."

The landlord was a little surprised, with a two-point expression of confusion and expectation. The first sentence after entering the door was: "Don't you want to... move out now?"

I shook my head on the sofa.

The landlord was relieved and asked cautiously in a tentative tone, "Is that?"

I looked at the landlord and slowly said, "Do you have a girlfriend named Fang Ya?"

His eyes suddenly became very complicated, as if it contained a lot of emotions.

I couldn't see the meaning of those emotions. I only heard him ask in a strange voice, "Is she related to the haunted house?"

I blinked: "Do you want to be related or it doesn't matter."

The landlord withdrew his sight and stared at the floor and said slowly, "I don't know. She quarreled with me before we broke up, and hasn't contacted me since. I went to her unit and asked her friends. Everyone said they hadn't seen her, so I don't know where she went.

He paused and said slowly, "I owe her a lot, and I'm sorry for her a lot. If what happened in this house really has something to her, I'll admit it."

"That is to say, whether ghosts have anything to do with Fang Ya or not, don't you care?"

I stared at the landlord and he nodded.

I took a look at Chengying, and he must have nodded when he looked at me. I took a breath and slowly took out the crystal coffin in my arms to show him.

The landlord's face suddenly became a little strange: "This is..."

"The ashes left by Fang Ya... related to her."

After thinking about it, I decided to leave room for imagination to the landlord, so I said, "The centipede inside is a good person."

The landlord didn't say anything and just looked at the crystal coffin in my hand. Seeing this, I simply showed him the crystal coffin generously.

He still didn't say anything. After taking over the crystal coffin, he kept looking at the crystal coffin. It's not the kind of looking over and over like identifying items, nor the kind of looking at goods from the inside out. He just looked at the crystal coffin fixedly, did not move his eyes, did not change the focus, as if he wanted to see through all the dreams of the world and see through all the lovesickness.

The crystal coffin was finally taken away by the landlord. As the only souvenir left by Fang Ya, he held it almost carefully in his arms and even specifically asked me for my opinion and asked if I could take the crystal coffin away. I thought that this thing was not mine, and it was useless to hold it, so I gave it to the landlord to deal with it at will.

He nodded and carefully put it in his arms to take it away. I looked at the centipede in the crystal coffin and was silent for a moment, but finally couldn't help it: "Are you going to take this away?"

He was silent and looked up at me. I had to touch my nose: "I wanted to pick it out before, because I didn't think it had anything to do with Fang Ya. I just wanted to show you the crystal coffin first, so I didn't pick out the centipede."

The landlord didn't say anything. He looked down at the crystal coffin and was silent again. Finally, he lifted the lid and carefully picked out the centipede with the plastic gloves I handed over.

The centipede was still alive. After landing, it shook the dust on its body and quickly drilled into the gap along the corner of the wall.

The landlord whispered at the door, "Thank you." Turn around and get ready to leave.

I called the housing owner in the back: "Do you believe what I just said?"

The landlord paused and didn't look back. He just looked at the crystal coffin in his hand and said slowly, "I believe it, because this crystal coffin was bought on our first anniversary."

I was dumb and didn't say anything anymore. I kept looking at the landlord disappearing at the end of the corridor before closing the door and walking back to the living room.