Chapter 12 Hearsay. Come to the haunted room in the south second section of 81 Ring Road

After that, I asked myself and thought about putting myself in the position of the owner of the house, and felt that in this situation, I must be poor and unyielding; but I also asked myself to put myself in the position of the owner of the house, and I felt that if there was a house that had been empty for three years, no one would ask about it. It's better for me to rent it out earlier. Even if the other party wants to rent 200 yuan for half a year, it's better than taking time to carry a mop rag in and clean the room every month.

So in just two hours from viewing the house to moving in, I quickly completed a series of projects such as moving and cleaning. The house is already fully connected with water and electricity, and the furniture and electrical appliances are complete, so I only mop the floor and wipe the table, and the relocation to the new house is completely completed.

Chengying's learning ability is excellent. He only learned to assemble a computer after seeing me demonstrate once in the dormitory. When I rubbed the rag to the bedroom, he was walking around 58 Tongcheng with his chin, refreshing his replies and messages by the way.

I came over to have a look, and there is an anonymous post posted by Cheng Ying. The content is quite simple. To sum up, it is nothing more than 60 words: I rented a room in the second section of the south of the First Ring Road, and it only costs 400 yuan a month for three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. Isn't the price too cheap? Ask the former tenant about this house.

This content really smells like gossip.

I was happy when I saw this gossip post. I threw down the rag in my hand and rushed to grab the mouse with Chengying.

Chengying refreshed once and didn't see any new replies, so he happily gave up the mouse to show me, and pointed out some of the particularly outstanding replies to me: "This person said that the lights will always turn off inexplicably after living in, and you can still hear the rustling sound when sleeping at night. What do you think?"

"I think from a materialist dialectical point of view, it's either poor power contact or he forgot to close the window and spray in the rainy season."

I dragged the mouse down, and Chengying pointed out one of the following posts to me: "This person said that he sometimes eats the dishes he confiscated in the refrigerator outside and will have diarrhea the next day. What do you think is the reason?"

"Food poisoning caused by overnight meals." I answered without changing my face.

Chengying looked at me unexpectedly: "I didn't expect you to analyze it."

"Nonsense, I studied science in high school." Although majoring in Taoism, Tianchao Education has succeeded in making me a person who prioritizes how to arrange molecules and atoms before considering the gods and ghosts. There are not so many gods and monsters in the 21st century. If I encounter a little wind and grass, I will think about monsters. Sooner or later, I will die of nervous breakdown. .

I read all the strange and purely fictional follow-up posts on the forum at a glance. I didn't find any replies worth caring about, so I threw down the mouse to take a shower.

In fact, it didn't take much time to move, but it took some time to clean the room. It wouldn't feel good to be sweaty in the summer, so I greeted Chengying and went into the bathroom with my arms to change my clothes.

Before the bathroom could be cleaned, the dust inside was a little heavy, and countless insects were shocked when they stepped in. I was happy to find that there were no cockroaches in it, and I was surprised to find that there were centipede in it... I thought that most of those cockroaches were eaten by it.

This centipede should be rare. I was shocked and ran out of the door in a panic. On the way, he tripped himself and stepped into a concave ground and didn't climb out for a long time.

I took the broom and built a bridge. When it climbed out, I closed the door and took a shower while thinking about life.

Actually, I'm very worried now.

I'm thinking about whether to cook or surf the Internet first.

The profession of Taoist priest is actually not easy to live in. After 300 years, there is no need to push for so many years for the time being. Taoist priest is already on the edge of a hungry beggar. In ancient times, I can still pull a cloth to read fortune-telling on the roadside. In modern times, should I catch a big man on the road and say that there will be a bloody disaster within three days?

You can't be immoral no matter how short you are...

I sighed drenched in hot water and wished that I could burn high incense to ask the demon king to throw a monster to the world with a 100-meter radius centered on the school as the center. If there is any problem with this house, it's okay. At worst, I will discuss with the owner while living in it, "Give me 3,000 dollars to help you solve this matter." The problem is that this room is clean and tidy. No matter how you look at it, it is only the fairy spirit of Chengying. In the past six months, I can live brazenly. After many years, the owner of the house found that he had nothing to do and raised my rent?

The more I thought about it, the more desperate I became. I sighed directly in the bathroom. In the end, the whole bathroom echoed. My head was also drenched by hot water before I turned off the faucet and wiped my hair and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Chengying has brushed all the way from 58 Tongcheng to Tianya, and was clicking the mouse to flip the experience post in the lotus story. I said to him, "I'm dizzy, I won't eat tonight" and lay down ** pretending to be dead. In the haze, I faintly heard Chengying sigh, and then gently raised my head with one hand and matched the slight "buzzing" sound of the hair dryer to help me comb my hair with gentle movements.

I changed my posture cooperatively and closed my eyes and asked Chengying to help me dry my hair. In a trance, my sleepiness came. I fell into a drowsiness without waiting for Chengying to dry my hair.

That night, I slept quite deeply and had a dream in a trance, as if I had fallen into the very deep seabed, surrounded by quiet water flow.

The body is pressed to be unable to move, and breathing becomes very difficult. Only loneliness and despair spread out of the depths of the heart little by little.

I slept at the bottom of the sea for a long time. After a long time, the sea gradually began to calm down. Gradually, there was no wind around, and the boundary began to become narrow. My thinking was slowly chaotic, and my consciousness gradually drifted away.

I was depressed and uncomfortable. I couldn't help struggling at the bottom of the sea, but my body seemed to be out of the control of my consciousness and couldn't move no matter how hard I struggled. The cells slowly fell asleep, and consciousness began to drift with the waves in the deep sea. The surrounding area is obviously too vast to reach the frontier, but it makes me think that this is just a very narrow field.

A kind of desperate depression.

Some people sighed in the deep sea, and I couldn't hear clearly through the turbid sea, but I could feel someone touching my cheeks, shaking like a cold grass in the cracks in the mountains. In a flash, it turned into a pair of pliers to clamp my cheeks fiercely, and the pain was so painful that his sister was real.

I was so painful that I woke up directly from my dream. It was already bright outside the window, and the sound of car horns was coming from the window continuously. Chengying sat by the bed and looked at me, raising his eyebrows as if smiling: "Wake up?"

I patted his hand clamping my hand and looked at him angrily: "Master Cheng, how does it feel good for your old sword claws to pinch my pig face?"

Chengying had no guilt when he heard the words. He pinched it again without changing his face before slowly loosening his hand and said, "It's not bad."

I burst into tears with pain. After patting his hand, I almost laughed angrily, but Chengying slowly withdrew his hand and turned his head and motioned me to look at the clock on the wall: "You sleep like a pig. If you don't do this, I really can't wake you up."

I looked up disapprovingly, thinking that no matter how ridiculous it was, I couldn't sleep until 4 p.m. Sure enough, God gave me face. It was just 3:30. I expected that I could lie down again for breakfast, lunch and dinner, so I yawned and climbed to the bathroom to wash up.

Chengying surfed the Internet in the bedroom and turned his head to ask me, "Do you have any plans today?"

I shook my head and nodded. Chengying threw away the mouse in his hand directly: "Is there no plan or a plan?"

I wrapped my mouthwash and replied vaguely: "I didn't plan. I wanted to sleep comfortably at home for a few days, but when I thought of the balance on the card, I felt that I had to have a plan, so I got up and washed."

Chengying rarely laughed at me, but turned around and looked at me and asked, "Are you going to find a part-time job?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to go to the temple to recite scriptures or recite Buddha?"

I sprayed a mouthful of water directly on the mirror: "Can't I find an ordinary part-time job? Do you have to work in a temple after graduating from a Taoist college? Then I might as well ask the principal to beg me to take care of the East Fourth Teaching Building.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the doorbell ringing, and I quickly spit out my mouthwash to open the door.