The owner of the drugstore had been feeling uneasy lately, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Knock knock.”
The boss replied: "Coming, coming!"
“Knock knock.”
"I'm coming." The boss had just put his hand on the door panel when he was suddenly grabbed by the pharmacist who appeared with an oil lamp.
"You scared me, what's going on, Lao Li?" The boss turned around, almost scared to death.
Old Li's face looked eerie under the oil lamp's upward illumination, its wrinkles streaked across his face. "Boss, this door can't be opened."
The boss patted his chest and asked in confusion: "Why can't it be opened?"
Old Li looked at the door and there was another knock outside.
“Knock knock.”
"People knock three times, ghosts knock twice." Old Li's hoarse voice made the originally delicate atmosphere become a little scary. "Boss, have you forgotten, the guy named Qi..."
"You...you...have you been drinking again?" The boss's face looked a little unhappy. Isn't this Old Li mocking him?
"I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!" He shouted harshly. Yes, no one in the entire pharmacy knew that it was he who killed Jingtian. Although Lao Li lived in the shop, he went to bed early every day, so he couldn't have seen it.
As if to prove something, or perhaps out of spite, the boss actually reached out and removed the bolt, then opened the door.
A stranger, wearing a fashionable Western hat, stood at the door. "What took you so long to open the door, boss?"
The boss breathed a sigh of relief and looked around proudly, wanting to prove his innocence to Lao Li. However, the moment he turned his head, he was stunned. The place where Lao Li was standing was empty. He looked around and found that he was the only one in the whole shop.
"This, this..." The boss was really panicked.
"Boss, why don't you let me in?" The guest at the door seemed a little impatient.
The boss's eyes were still looking elsewhere. That was the door of the room where Lao Li was resting, which was now tightly closed: "Ah, please come in."
"Boss, if a ghost wants to come in, he won't be able to come in unless you tell him to."
The boss felt the hairs on his body stand up. When he looked up again, the customer was already standing in the store, facing him, with less than ten centimeters between them.
But when he looked up, he saw the face of a paper man!
This isn't a person! It's clearly a paper figure wearing a hat!
"Ah!" The boss's legs went weak and he fell to the ground. "You, you, don't come over here!"
The paper man stood there without moving, but let out a strange laugh. The sound came from all directions. The boss's eyes widened and a puddle of water appeared under his crotch.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in Lao Li's room, and Lao Li peeked at the situation outside. He didn't know why, but the shopkeeper had been talking to himself just now, opened the door inexplicably, and now collapsed to the ground.
Lao Li is not a fool, on the contrary he believes in ghosts and gods.
"Qian Jingtian is here." Old Li wanted to close the door tremblingly. Yes, he had peeped in the same way on the night when the shopkeeper strangled Qi Jingtian to death. However, he did not stop him because he had worked here for more than ten years. Qi Jingtian had caused his monthly salary to decrease. He really deserved to die. Later, when the police came, he did not tell them what he had seen, but just said that he went to bed early and did not know anything.
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