Moral Hall.
Qian Fugui hid behind the door, craning his neck to look outside.
As the police car drove by, he felt a little guilty. Reporting a colleague wasn't illegal, but it was morally reprehensible.
It's not easy for this young girl to make a living, and for him to just overturn the bowl like that seems like a bad thing to do.
However, upon further reflection, abiding by the law is a basic obligation of every citizen.
When I was in school, my teacher taught me that if I encountered any difficulties, I should ask a police officer for help. He did not do anything wrong.
Qian Fugui patted his chest, his guilt vanished, and he closed the door and went home.
I took out my key and opened the door; it was pitch black inside.
A strange chill crept into his heart, and his plump body shivered involuntarily.
Qian Fugui rubbed his arms. "Strange, the weather suddenly turned cold. I need to take a hot bath and go to bed."
He turned on the light, and the white light shone on the ground. A cold breeze blew into the room, as if a wild beast was hiding inside.
Qian Fugui closed the door and rushed into the bathroom.
The hot water poured over me made me feel less cold.
He began to hum a song, "A thousand years of waiting, I have no regrets... Ahhh..."
Suddenly, the lights went out.
Qian Fugui was stunned for a moment, and the word "ah" stuck in his throat.
The light came on again the next second, and then went out again.
The lights overhead flickered, like someone was dancing at a disco.
Short circuit?
Qian Fugui shivered, feeling the water getting colder and colder. He picked up the showerhead to rinse off the foam and prepared to call the property management.
In the instant he turned his head, he was met with a blurry face.
His skin was as pale as paper, with two bright red blushes on his cheeks, like a pool of blood spread on paper.
Those eerie eyes stared straight at him, a chilling smile spreading across their lips.
Holy crap!
Qian Fugui instinctively dropped the showerhead in his hand and squeezed his legs tightly together.
When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed like an illusion. There were no strange faces, the lights weren't flashing, and the showerhead was still in his hand.
A bone-chilling cold crept over his body, and Qian Fugui stammered in disbelief, "This, this...did I just lose my showerhead?"
"Hallucinations, all hallucinations!"
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in the world."
Qian Fugui kept reassuring himself, washed off the foam, and ran barefoot into the bedroom.
He had never encountered a ghost in all the time that Dedaotang had been open.
Those people are either scaring themselves or they've misjudged the situation.
Qian Fugui lay down in bed and felt much warmer.
Gradually, he fell asleep.
"Hehehe, we're here to catch you."
"Ah! No! Don't chase me!!"
Qian Fugui ran forward as fast as he could, with a large group of paper figures chasing after him.
The paper figures held all sorts of weapons: knives, guns, axes, grenades, Gatling guns...
Waaaaah, if they catch up, it's all over!
A gentle light appeared at the intersection ahead, and Qian Fugui's eyes widened. "Exit, it must be the exit."
He scrambled inside, and after a moment of dizziness, he looked up to see nothing but crimson blood.
The walls, floors, ceilings, and other surfaces were covered with countless bloody handprints.
A paper figure dressed in a red wedding gown stared at him with a grin, "Hehe, Fugui, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Stay and become my groom, hehe!"
"ah--!"
Qian Fugui struggled to crawl back, but his feet were grabbed and he was dragged back.
He opened his eyes and saw countless red paper figures rushing towards him.
Qian Fugui is unable to move.
"This is a dream, it's a dream..."
He pinched himself hard, but he couldn't muster any strength at all.
Despair, suffocation, helplessness, I'm definitely going to die this time...
He woke up at the last moment.
Qian Fugui wiped away his cold sweat. "Luckily, it was just a dream."
Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. "Wait a minute! I should be lying in bed, why am I sleeping in the hallway?"
"Hehehe..."
The familiar voice exploded in his ears, making Qian Fugui's scalp tingle, and he ran forward as fast as he could.
"Is this a dream or reality?!"
Qian Fugui played a game of "chase and escape" with the paper doll all night, and he could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
The sound of "hee hee hee" and the sight of paper trigger a reflexive fear.
"ah--!"
When Qian Fugui woke up for the forty-ninth time, he saw the sunlight outside the window and cried tears of joy.
"Mom, I'm finally back! I'm back!"
He went barefoot straight to the antique street.
Seeing Linxi was like seeing my own mother.
Qian Fugui shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master Lin, help! Help!!"
Lin Xi sat on a small stool. "Master Qian, what's the rush so early in the morning?"
"I am not the master, you are the master."
Qian Fugui swallowed hard. "Master Lin, I've encountered a ghost! Please save me! I have an eighty-year-old mother and three-year-old children..."
Lin Xi interrupted his nonsense, "Your parents died long ago, you've never been married, and you have no children."
Qian Fugui dug his toes into the ground.
Oh no! He's used to conning people, and that's the first thing he says.
He chuckled awkwardly, "Master Lin, I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before."
Lin Xi stared at him. "Which times?"
Qian Fugui quickly apologized, "That time with Wu De, and the time before, it was all my doing. I deserve to die. I'm narrow-minded and act like a petty person."
"I'm sorry, Master Lin."
Lin Xi looked at him with a smile, "That's all?"
When Qian Fugui met her indifferent gaze, he broke out in a cold sweat.
The elderly people watching were discussing it animatedly.
“Fugui’er, have you forgotten what happened yesterday? If you hadn’t reported it, how could Master Lin have gone to the police station?”
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