Chapter 11: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 11 He is worthy of...
Why did Wen Yuxi follow me? !
Song Qingqing tightly grasped the jade ring on her chest. A sticky, damp and cold feeling slowly crept up her back from her tailbone. She suddenly stood up and turned her head to look, but she saw nothing. The car seat was still empty.
Not to mention Wen Yuxi's figure, not even the shadow of white cloth was seen.
Li Wei, who was sitting in the back row, obviously noticed Song Qingqing's abnormality and asked her worriedly, "Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Song Qingqing slowly loosened the jade ring she had been tightly gripping. The jade was cold, but it felt warm in her palm. She smiled palely at Li Wei and said, "It's okay. I just thought I had dropped something."
However, when Song Qingqing saw Li Wei's ankle, her pupils shrank slightly, and the already forced smile on her face almost faltered.
Because it was a standing perspective, and Li Wei was wearing a pleated skirt today, Song Qingqing could clearly see the black fingerprints on her ankle.
It seems that the person who followed her was not Wen Yuxi at all, but the water ghost in the stream. She probably thought too much and saw Wen Yuxi sitting next to her in a trance.
Song Qingqing rubbed her forehead and when she looked again, the black handprint on Li Wei's ankle was gone.
When the car arrived in the city, it was already six or seven in the afternoon, close to dusk, but the sun was still hot and the asphalt road was filled with heat that had not yet dissipated.
Lin Hanchuan, who had just finished looking at a house and came out of the community, raised his eyes and saw the van that drove past and quickly merged into the traffic and disappeared.
Strands of black evil energy invisible to the naked eye overflowed from the car window, and were then eaten up by a white shadow that pounced on it.
Is this car going to get into an accident? It looks so unlucky.
But this is a personal fate, and Lin Hanchuan did not intend to interfere. He pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, turned his back and walked into the crowd. However, his thin back figure in the crowd seemed out of place no matter how he looked at it.
Song Qingqing knew that Shen Zhe was in a very bad temper and she didn't dare to go near him, so she asked the driver to take her back to the downstairs of her rented house.
She rented an apartment building that is more popular among young people, and it also has an elevator, so it is more convenient.
When the car arrived, it was already pitch dark, around eight or nine o'clock.
Fortunately, there are lights in the elevator.
The elevator dinged and opened in front of Song Qingqing. There was no one inside. She walked up and pressed the button for number 14. She happened to live on the fourteenth floor. The view was better and quieter on the upper floor.
When the button is pressed, a red light ring lights up.
The elevator arrived soon. Song Qingqing looked at the darkness in front of her, a little surprised. Was the light in the elevator room on this floor broken? It seemed that she would have to ask the property management to fix it tomorrow.
Afraid of going to the wrong floor, Song Qingqing even used her cell phone to turn on the flashlight to check, and only got out of the elevator after confirming that it was the 14th floor.
Song Qingqing didn't notice that after she walked out of the elevator, the sensor light on the ceiling flashed a few times and then lit up again, and the pale light illuminated the entire elevator.
A resident on the fourteenth floor was just about to go downstairs to throw away the garbage. As soon as Song Qingqing left, he arrived at the elevator door.
The elevator door opened, the man looked out and muttered in frustration.
"What the hell, there are so many people in the elevator?"
The elevator door closed again.
"It's not time to get off work this late at night, why are so many people going downstairs tonight?"
Song Qingqing dragged her suitcase to the door and entered her fingerprint. She lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was quite tidy, except that there were a few skirts she had picked up before going out placed casually on the sofa, and high heels and sneakers were kicked around at the door, so it looked a little messy.
Tired and thirsty, Song Qingqing took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, gulped down a few gulps and drank it. After that, she sat on the sofa and prepared to rest for a while before taking a shower and going to bed.
When she was half lying on the sofa, her cell phone suddenly vibrated. Song Qingqing picked it up and saw that it was a voice call from Li Wei, asking her if she had arrived home. Song Qingqing replied her breathlessly and hung up and fell asleep.
I don’t know if it’s because the sofa is too narrow and I can’t sleep well, or because I keep hearing rustling noises in my vague dreams, but Song Qingqing feels that she didn’t sleep well during this short nap.
She also had a dream that she was back in the festively decorated room in Xiangyun Ancient Town, sitting in front of an old mahogany dressing table with her waist-length hair draped behind her.
Through the blurry mirror, one could see a tall white figure standing behind her. He was wearing a very retro Chinese-style white silk shirt and trousers. Even though one couldn't see his face clearly, one could vaguely feel that he must be very handsome.
Seeing that Song Qingqing noticed him, the figure walked over and stopped behind the girl, holding a red ribbon between his slender pale fingers.
Song Qingqing thought that this person was going to strangle her with the red ribbon, and she suddenly became nervous.
But she didn't expect that he just leaned over and ran his fingers through her long, thick black hair. His cold fingertips brushed against her scalp lightly, making Song Qingqing tremble a little, fearing that this guy would suddenly go crazy and pull her hair.
However, this person just very carefully braided a very delicate and beautiful fishbone braid for Song Qingqing. He patiently wrapped the end of the hair with the embroidered red silk ribbon in circles, tied it tightly, and then let go of the girl's long hair.
He looked at the soft and bright girl in the mirror with a smile for a long time, then slowly lowered his eyelashes and whispered something to her.
“Qingqing, this is not garbage.”
This is the headband that his mother embroidered for him stitch by stitch. Before she died, she told him with a smile that she would give it to the girl Xiaoxi liked in the future.
Although it ended up strangling him, there was nothing wrong with the headband, and the friendship it expressed was also correct.
When the red curtain fell, Song Qingqing suddenly woke up and sat up directly from the sofa, with cold sweat on her forehead.
After waking up, the aggrieved excuses of the man in the dream were still echoing in her mind, and he whispered to her that the red ribbon was not garbage.
As a result, when she sat up, Song Qingqing saw the red ribbon placed next to the pillow she had just slept on. She opened her lips and reached out to take the red ribbon.
The peony pattern embroidered on it is exactly the same as the red ribbon pattern that I inexplicably tied in my hair when I first entered Xiangyun Ancient Town.
But.......
Song Qingqing's hand holding the red ribbon began to tremble slightly.
But when leaving Wencun, Shen Zhe noticed the red ribbon tied around her wrist. Thinking of something bad, he frowned and reached out to untie the ribbon, throwing it into the cemetery, without forgetting to give Song Qingqing a word of advice.
"Don't pick up the mess."
"By then, you might be so confused that you'll owe a debt of love without even realizing it."
After saying that, Shen Zhe felt that he was talking too much and why he said the last sentence. Then he didn't say anything else along the way, holding Song Qingqing and walking forward with an expressionless face.
Yes, Shen Zhe clearly threw away the tape, so how come it is back again?
Song Qingqing's fingertips trembled slightly, and the red ribbon slid lightly off her fingertips and landed on the snow-white marble tile floor.
The pale-faced girl looked around her living room and discovered even more horrifying details.
The long skirt and jeans that were originally casually draped on the back of the sofa were neatly folded into categories and placed on another empty stool. The empty mineral water bottle that Song Qingqing had just finished drinking was also considerately placed in the trash bag, and the coffee table top that was a little dusty was also shiny.
Song Qingqing was still confused about everything.
Something followed her out of the ancient town and was now in the small house she rented, but she didn't know whether it was Wen Yuxi or the drowned water ghost looking for a substitute.
Just now, Li Wei was talking to her on the phone safely, so the water ghost was definitely not with Li Wei.
Song Qingqing was so scared that she didn't even take her bag. She opened the door and ran out. When she saw the shoes neatly arranged at the entrance, she didn't even want to change her shoes and ran out in a pair of home slippers.
After the girl ran away without even her shadow, a vague human figure slowly formed on the empty sofa.
It was Wen Yuxi, who was wearing a white silk shirt and trousers. He sat on the sofa with his chin propped up, watching the girl's back as she ran away in fear because of him. After watching for a long time, he couldn't help but smiled.
This little smile rarely revealed the cunning and spirituality that a young ghost should have, and it actually dispersed a lot of the ghostly aura and resentment in his body.
But when he thought about how he had gone crazy and scared someone to tears not long ago, his smile slowly faded away.
A sigh suddenly rang out in the empty living room, filled with melancholy and confusion.
It seems that he should not show up in front of her for the time being.
But... Wen Yuxi lowered his head and looked at the clothes he wore after leaving Xiangyun Ancient Town. This was his only other set of funeral clothes, which he had specially changed into before coming out. He didn't know whether she liked it or not.
Wen Yuxi stood up and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes filled with thought.
She still had the delicate look of red lips and white teeth, and the clean white silk shirt and trousers she wore made her look even more youthful.
He's much better looking than that guy with big limbs and a bad temper.
With his strength, is he worthy of being called brother by Qingqing?
Thinking of this, Wen Yuxi sneered coldly, but the next second he familiarly put on a fragile and strong smile in front of the mirror.
Song Qingqing went down the stairs to the first floor in one breath without even having time to catch her breath, and took a taxi directly to Shen Zhe's place.
That apartment in the community was one of the properties left to them by Shen's father and mother, and it was also where Shen Zhe still lived.
In fact, there are other small houses and villas, but Shen Zhe doesn't want to live in them.
In his opinion, this old house is the only remaining trace of his parents and the only place he can call home.
Shen Zhe, who was extremely upset, took a special car directly to the management bureau. Unexpectedly, he received an investigation notice for another student falling from a building as soon as he arrived at the bureau, and he started to continue the investigation without stopping.
So when Shen Zhe returned home after working overtime, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
This is an old residential complex. Although the landscaping is well done, the property management has changed one after another, and no one cares when reports of repairs to the lights in the corridors and stairwells are made.
Shen Zhe held his head, which was a little dizzy from reading the autopsy report, and reached into his uniform pocket to take out the key to the security door. When he was about to open the door, he stopped turning the key.
The qualities he developed from long-term investigation missions allowed him to almost instantly realize that there was a person squatting next to his door.
And the man didn't move.
Shen Zhe frowned and turned on the screen of his mobile phone. With the help of the bright light from the screen, he could vaguely see that it was a slender girl who was sitting on the ground with her legs bent and hugging her knees. Her face was buried in the gap between her knees and her body, leaving only her black hair scattered around her waist.
She didn't even change her shoes, just wore home slippers, revealing her fair feet.
It looks so pitiful, like a homeless animal.
When Shen Zhe saw the mole on the inside of the girl's fair wrist, he finally recognized who this person was. He was so angry that he laughed.
I was mad at this guy.
"What are you doing squatting here?"
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