It is now 3:15 in the morning, the ancient Yin hour.
Clear.
I just escaped from the folk museum left by my son.
I think... I think I have seen a ghost.
In the past six months, three hired people have run away. They said they couldn't stand it. They said there were always knocks on the door in the middle of the night, blood would flow from the walls, and they would hear footsteps outside, but they would disappear when they approached. They said they quit and wanted to leave.
Are there ghosts?
I don't believe it.
This is the most important thing my son left behind. It is his life's work. I can't let this place go to waste without anyone guarding it. Then I will guard it myself. I will close the door and wait here. There is no ghost in the world.
However, the knock on the door really sounded.
I bravely shouted who was there, but no one answered.
But I really saw someone there.
It was a prank.
I think those people must have done this to increase their wages.
I was a little angry. I walked over with a flashlight and opened the door angrily, but there was nothing outside. I thought, could there really be a ghost? I turned my head, but there was nothing behind me. But I still felt something was wrong, so I closed the door and locked it.
I planned to go back and sleep for a while.
But not long after I lay down, the light in the bathroom came on.
I raised my head. This place was not too big. The bathroom was only a dozen steps away from the bed, but I was a little hesitant. However, this must be the aging of the circuit. I will see it tomorrow morning.
Tick, tick.
The bathroom seems to be leaking.
Tick, tick, tick——
It's like the sound of walking on the wooden floor in slippers stepping on water.
It's getting closer and closer.
The sound of dripping water seems to be getting farther and farther.
I opened my eyes and looked over, but there was nothing.
I closed my eyes.
The footsteps began to slowly approach again.
Five steps, three steps.
It stopped.
After several minutes, it didn't move. I slowly opened my eyes. There was nothing, just a plastic bag, blown by the wind. I was really relieved and sweated.
It's a bit cold. Is the window not closed properly?
I wrapped the quilt tightly.
But a gust of cold air still blew over. I wanted to see if the window was really leaking.
I turned my head.
It was in my quilt.
.........
Fang Hongbo hid in his car, thinking back to what he had just experienced, and his body couldn't help shaking.
With a face swollen by water, he pressed his body against his quilt, blew air into his neck, and said that he was a little cold, borrowing your yang energy to warm himself up. Can yang energy be borrowed? !
Fang Hongbo held the steering wheel tightly with his palms, and his face was even a little hideous because of fear and anger.
No more!
This evil house, Ayang died at a young age, it must be because of tinkering with these things!
No matter! Do whatever you want!
But he thought of what his son said to him before he died, hoping that he could protect his hard work, and he couldn't bear it. But even if he said that, he would never go in again. For a moment, his face was struggling. He trembled as he lit a cigarette and opened his phone to check the time.
It was past three in the morning.
A clear red dot on the email app.
Someone sent an email.
He hesitated, his son's expectant eyes flickered in front of him. Finally, he made a decision, opened the email, and thought to himself-
If someone applied for the job, then I'll see. I'm old and weak. If it's a young man, maybe I won't be afraid of those ghosts. Those men didn't have any problems in the past six months. If it's an old woman or a woman with insufficient yang energy, then God wants to close this museum.
Click on the email, open the resume, and look at the ID photo.
A young face with clear edges and corners.
Wei Yuan.
Fang Hongbo's chest rose and fell heavily. In the end, he didn't know whether it was luck or regret. He exhaled in an extremely complicated way, tapped his fingers quickly on the screen, and changed the salary from 3,000 to 5,000, including food and accommodation, and sent it to the person on the other side.
Then he put out his cigarette, leaned on the steering wheel, and didn't want to move.
............
"Are you scared away?"
"Scared away."
"Very good, now it's okay, hehe, this is still our place as brothers."
"Good, good."
In the Folk Museum, several invisible figures clapped their hands with each other, their faces full of joy. One was a water ghost covered in mud and water, who was killed in a reservoir. The other was wearing a gray ancient costume with a hideous wound on his chest. There was also a woman with a blue face, who died from eating some poison.
Finally, there were two paper figures holding hands and spinning in the air.
The paper figurine's face puffed up, and it struggled to open the door of the small refrigerator.
Then it staggered out a can, opened it, and found three burning incense sticks inside.
Several ghosts gathered in a circle, breathing intoxicatedly, and the bottle of Coke was still intact, but if someone took a sip, they would find that it had become smelly and sour, and it was completely undrinkable.
那穿着古装,心口上狰狞伤口的老鬼抚掌叹道:
"上善,此物每每饮之如饮佳酿甘霖,往日从不曾喝过."
泡胀的水鬼得意道:"哼哼,那是自然,这可是可乐,你那个时代可没这个,这次把那老家伙吓唬走,这儿就归咱们了,库房还有不少."
古装男子舔了舔嘴唇,又迟疑开口:
"可要是他又找了人来怎么办?"
"那还用问?"
水鬼伸出手在脖子上一拉,咧嘴一笑,狞笑道:
"这儿,爷的地盘!"
"谁来抢,揍死他丫的!"
.........
方宏博在亡命逃开民俗博物馆之后,就在车里呆了一宿.
车里狭窄的空间和弥漫的烟草香味,让他多少能有一点安心的感觉.
It was not until he got a definite reply from the young man named Wei Yuan that he breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to meet near the Folk Museum. When the sky got bright, he finally let go of his worries.
At noon, he saw the young man who submitted his resume.
He was wearing a pullover and sportswear, and looked strong.
He asked if he had a girlfriend and got a negative answer, so he breathed a sigh of relief. A bachelor in his twenties had more yang energy and might still be a virgin. In broad daylight, he would not run into a ghost with such a young man. Such a young man was different from himself and might not be scared.
He drove slowly to the Folk Museum with Wei Yuan.
While parking the car, he pretended to ask casually:
"Young man, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Wei Yuan looked at the window with a lot of green paint peeling off and mottled marks, and said:
"Ghosts? We are materialists, there are no ghosts in the world?"
He answered with a smile, his hands in his pockets, and his right hand holding a Crouching Tiger waist card.
The Folk Museum and the paper man in the photo are a bit evil.
In order to prevent the unlucky person from stepping into trouble for 5,000 yuan, he specially brought the Crouching Tiger waist card with him. If there is a problem, he will leave and quit this job. It seems that it is really possible?
Fang Hongbo parked the car next to him.
"...We are here."