Chapter 90 "The House-Viewing Man" Jian Dieda: "I have a husband, I..."
Following the plot, Jane Dieda took a taxi to her former neighborhood.
The day he had the accident last night was the Ghost Festival. Coincidentally, there was an old woman in a cloth jacket burning incense squatting at the intersection. Judging from her expression, she really was one of his witnesses.
She was small and wiry, with her silver hair neatly styled in a bun. Perhaps due to years of exposure to incense, she had a faint sandalwood scent about her, clearly indicating that she was a clergy member.
Jian Dieda opened the panel, stepped forward in his role, clasped his hands together and bowed to the incense burner, "Grandma Zhu, I have come to visit the memorial tablet of the deceased again today, hoping for divine permission."
After the game data card in his brain refreshed once, a black-and-white horror NPC character introduction appeared. After Paul, his second investigation target was the old lady, Granny Zhu, in front of him. He also used the points he had just used to redeem the dark plot of this story.
[“Ding—Congratulations, player, for triggering the ‘Even in the Underworld, Karma Matters.’ Uncle Joe, rumored to have murdered his wife, is your boss Paul’s employer. Recently, he has become involved with a woman named Amanda (real name Ting Sai-yung) from Causeway Bay. This is because the woman disappeared from an entertainment venue and was later found dead under a bridge. According to tabloids, Ting Sai-yung was pregnant before her death and had told people at the entertainment venue that the father of her child was related to the Garley Building, and that she had already obtained the keys to the apartment. Afterward, even more bizarre ghost stories began to haunt the building. Jian Xiang used Ah Zhi to find out Granny Zhu’s address and bribed the funeral home and the police station to bring Sai-yung there. Using herbal ash, incense, and a Buddha tooth, they obtained a Thai Buddha statue, and Granny Zhu was responsible for guarding the secrets within…”]
Jian Dieda suddenly realized.
No wonder that idiot Paul mentioned a stranger named Mr. Joe earlier. It turns out the company's urgent need to deal with the paranormal incident was related to the sugar daddy's scandalous history. His mind always works quickly, and he's becoming increasingly clear about information. Hmm, Ah Zhi, that's the guy who hung up on him last night.
Based on the available information, it's inferred that this person was a private investigator he hired. The investigator found out about Granny Zhu's situation online. After some investigation, Jian Xiang confirmed that the woman who jumped to her death at the Jiali Building was connected to his boss's sugar daddy, Uncle Qiao. It's common for wealthy neighborhoods to have prostitutes, but the series of fake fires at the Jiali Building, which caused property prices to plummet, led the media to fabricate rumors based on previous paranormal events. This money-grubbing apartment-hunting man couldn't tolerate it.
He gave Granny Zhu a sum of money, asking her to keep quiet and not reveal that the woman was pregnant. Granny Zhu agreed and used a Thai Buddha statue from the altar in the walled city to suppress the woman's corpse so that she would never be reincarnated. However, since the body was here, the woman's soul was most likely left in the Jiali Building.
Granny Zhu possessed some psychic abilities and could see that Jian Dieda's complexion was pale. Today, she frankly told him, "Did you encounter a ghost last night? Your lower lip seems to lack essence and blood. You may be under the influence of Peach Blossom Curse in the next few days. You should keep your distance from both men and women, have less sex, and reduce nocturnal emissions. Your appearance is too fake. Being a scumbag makes you most likely to attract the Infant Curse."
"..." Jian Dieda remained expressionless, feeling as if he was being made to look like he had a messy private life. He pretended to be unhappy and interrupted the conversation, focusing on questioning the case: "I listen to the Diamond Sutra every night, and even when I make love, I dream about making love with Bodhisattvas. Instead of criticizing me, you should tell me what our next step is to make money."
Granny Zhu pointed to the cold, damp, dilapidated house and whispered, "To shut her up, not only do we have to stuff her body into a jar and seal her mouth with aphrodisiac, but you also have to find Master Namo to bring her soul back. If the seven-day mourning period is over, she'll become a bound spirit, and your boss's bad deeds in the mortal world won't be hidden from the underworld officials anymore. His path to wealth will be punished in the underworld. You don't want to go back to being a poor ghost in Kowloon Walled City, do you?"
The building's property value will definitely be dragged down, and Paul will play with the male employee first, then kill him, and finally put him in a zippered bag and throw him under the Hong Kong Bridge.
"Then I'll let everyone else go to hell. I won't go to hell; let whoever wants to go, go."
Jian Dieda, playing the role of a treacherous villain, coldly took a drag of his cigarette, a hint of empathy in his voice, and let the smoke drift towards the prostitute's memorial tablet. Granny Zhu, unfazed, simply offered him a Buddhist amulet for protection. He lingered a while longer before moving on to his next target. But a question lingered in his mind: was Ding Xirong's ghost truly residing in the building?
Jian Dieda's concern is that if the father of Ding Xirong's unborn child has some connection with the Jiali Building, even if he has verbal evidence of the ghost, it seems he still has no way to prove to the living police who the murderer is.
So how exactly does he complete the game and return to the normal world?
...
The mornings in Kowloon Walled City always begin with the creaking iron gate of Wing Kee Tea Restaurant.
"Have a cup of tea and a bun, and even the biggest problems won't seem so big."
The neighborhood's day almost always begins with this phrase. Liao Wen's only daughter, who also grew up here, sat in a chair with one arm resting on the dim sum menu on the table, her mind on the passersby outside the window.
"Pretty girl? Going on a date so early in the morning? Is your boyfriend that guy in the suit?" Rongji's boss's words triggered a reaction in her. Liao Xinjie stared blankly at the door, and after making eye contact with someone, her spirited cheeks flushed red. She hadn't expected the other person to be dressed so handsomely today.
She quickly got up, fixed her hair, and waved to call for someone. Jian Dieda, who was lifting the curtain, saw a cool and handsome short-haired mature woman and knew who she was. He replied, "Senior sister, I apologize for being late. Today it's my treat."
Liao Xinjie immediately guessed what he would say, and her previous thoughts instantly turned cold. How could she explain it? Outsiders might not know, but her junior colleague was now a young real estate agent working at a prestigious property agency in Central, but he had also lived in the Walled City during his childhood. Jian Xiang was once known as the most promising young man in the Walled City, and a window through which the outside world glimpsed the complexities of the Walled City. Since he went out to work, her senior colleague often tried to contact him, but he always made excuses, saying he had an appointment that day.
So, today is their first date alone together in three years. Jian Xiang is no longer a poor boy without parents. He is twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his hair is meticulously styled with hair gel, making him stand out from the walled city environment.
Like other high-level white-collar workers, he wore a sharp suit, leather shoes, and black socks to work, completely unlike the simple boy in the village who wore a soft old T-shirt but still habitually rolled up his sleeves.
His gaze towards his senior sister was filled with an inescapable distance and scrutiny. Her coming to see him couldn't possibly be for dating; it was definitely to discuss something else.
They chatted for a few more minutes, and Jian Dieda became increasingly like a robot. The senior student felt she no longer understood him, and then vaguely recalled what Jian Xiang had said during an argument with his father: "This world is all about location, location, and location."
The girl knew how insidious and vicious Jane Dieda was. Her father had said many times that such a villain would be punished and go to hell.
But when the French toast they ordered was served, she was touched by one of Jane Diedda's gestures.
In the familiar surroundings, the intelligent, bespectacled man raised his right hand, adorned with a diamond watch, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and used a silver knife and fork to cut the butter, spreading it evenly with meticulous care. The surface of the toast was instantly coated with golden maple butter, and the air was filled with an ambiguous aroma.
Jian Dieda: "Why aren't you eating? I remember you love French toast. When we got high scores on tests, Wen-ge would bring us here."
He seems to have never forgotten his master and his childhood sweetheart.
Liao Xinjie looked down at her plate, finding it difficult to refuse the request to explore the ghosts. On the other hand, Jian Dieda played with his glasses, looking like he was showered with affection, and spoke in a romantic tone about something his senior sister would be interested in.
Jane said, "By the way, you asked me about something I didn't tell you last time, so I'll tell you in person this time: I'm single. I'm not dating anyone, and I'm too busy with work to spend time with you alone."
But he also has to admit that he has a dog, and there are still empty spots in the fishpond next to him. Will pretty girls really come and try to scam him?
The system finally understood: Jian Dieda had truly let loose. Fortunately, this man looking at the house had poor character, but he looked great in a suit and tie, and when he let his charm out, no one could resist him; he was irresistible to both men and women.
The senior sister was incoherent and couldn't help but fall for him on the spot. She immediately forgot her father's advice that she shouldn't date someone like Jian Xiang, and she even agreed to the ghost-catching job.
“Okay…I absolutely won’t tell my dad! Don’t worry, Xiang, I’ll help you to the end,” the senior sister said.
Thanks to the cooperation of the NPC senior sister, the system automatically dropped new items.
The stingy system gave Jian Dieda a book called "Ten Ways to See Ghosts".
This is definitely a great tool to help him find clues inside the building.
In an attempt to feign ingratiation with his master, Jian Dieda pulled out a calendar of Su Minfeng's work from his briefcase. He had always known that Liao Wen had only ever believed in this feng shui master. The reason his master hadn't sold this relationship before was because he was of no use to him back then.
Then, the game time fast-forwarded to the third day. After exercising in the morning, Jian Dieda made an appointment with Azhi. He also told his senior sister in advance that he would bring a friend to record the whole process.
Yesterday, my senior sister asked on the phone, "Hey Xiang, by the way, do you remember Uncle Kwok-fu, our old neighbor in the Walled City? He used to run a Wing Chun school, do you remember him? Actually, he works as a security guard at the Ka Lee Building. He watched us grow up. If we want to get in, can we contact him?"
[“Beep—Congratulations on unlocking the resident list of Jiali Building and the building security guard Sun Guofu. Current story progress: 19%!”]
Jian Dieda hung up his phone and looked through his contacts. It seemed he hadn't saved any numbers with this new character. They didn't seem like old neighbors at all. It was likely that the other person hadn't been respected by the previous real estate agent.
He could only pull the blanket over his head and go to sleep, planning to meet at the building entrance this morning to discuss the matter further.
The night passed peacefully. The next morning, the chirping of birds outside the window startled Jane Dieda awake.
Right next to the pillow on the bedside table, Jane's head bumped into something. He touched it, frowned, and his expression stiffened when he saw the object. Then, he awkwardly gripped the cassette tape.
Feeling inexplicably tired, he slumped down, his aching back, and flipped through the cassette tape again and again—the four large characters "Shengtian Entertainment" on the black casing still seemed to be hinting at some clue.
Jian Dieda didn't see the problem at the time, nor did he say anything.
But after glancing at the trash can in the room, he decisively threw away the cassette tape, still remembering something he had done after contacting A-Zhi last night.
This is quite strange, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the case itself.
Because Grandma Zhu's jinx had come true, Jian Dieda actually had a dream the next night.
The incident occurred after the tape was opened.
He dreamt that someone was pressing down on him, so heavy it was unbearable. He was wearing a suit with an oversized collar, and he was having trouble breathing. His cheeks were flushed red, and he felt like cursing.
Seeing this, the person whispered in his ear what he wanted, offering to help him get it.
The office worker in a suit, Mr. Jian, couldn't stand the feeling of being controlled by a ghost. His face flushed and his eyes were filled with tears: "Go away, I have a husband, I can't cheat on him."
The other person paused, kissed the tender flesh around his navel, and said lewdly, "Liar, why isn't your husband by your side? Is he dead? You're a widow, that's why you listen to midnight love songs every night. How pitiful, ma'am."
Jane Dieda felt like crying. He started covering his ears, subconsciously trying to escape a fact of reality: "He's not dead. My husband has business to do...business trip...my husband has a lot of work...but he's rich, handsome, and super hot. He's a real heartthrob. I like him so much...I only have sex with him..."
The ghost in the dream was wicked, and he laughed out loud as he listened. He reached up to their chins, lifting Jane's cheeks, watching as the skin of a man in a suit was squeezed and deformed, saliva dripping from his mouth, and his fingertips and tongue sticking out. Only then did he utter a tender Cantonese love confession.
His voice is very pleasant, shimmering with a soft light like a luminous pearl, and listening to it too often can even lead to misunderstandings about love.
"BB, I like you too, goodnight."
Jane Dieda paused, trying to get a better look at his face. The deadbeat who'd said something so rude was already showing him no respect, then deliberately blew cigarette smoke into his face as usual, before uttering another disheartening remark.
"Because you are the most promiscuous and secretly horny man in a suit I have ever met. When you are lonely and want to betray your husband and have an affair, I will come to you again."
"..."
Because of this dream, Jane was in a bad mood, and the urging text message Paul sent in the morning made the working woman feel even more anxious if she looked at it again.
Someone knocked on the apartment door. He washed his face and went to check.
He opened the door to find a young man who looked like a large golden retriever. The apartment building, with only two units per floor, was filled with A-Zhi's loud voice.
"Brother Xiang! Good morning, my star anchor! The Supernatural program production crew! Filming officially begins today!"
When Jian Dieda saw the camera that Azhi was carrying, he was speechless. He had asked Azhi to bring the equipment over on the phone, but he didn't expect that Azhi thought they were here to make a joke.
"You really want to go with me? Aren't you afraid of ghosts anymore?"
Ah Zhi grinned and said contemptuously, "You didn't just bring Wen Ge's daughter, it's you, Xiang Ge. Men and women's IQs drop to negative numbers when they see you. Is there anyone in the world you can't handle?"
Jane looked at his bed, which looked like it had been subjected to ghostly pressure, and her mood began to sour again.
Ah-Zhi didn't see anything wrong and continued to chatter about a bunch of gossip he'd found online. Then they went downstairs, where a motorcycle was parked on the side of the road. Ah-Zhi let out a wild laugh: "Wow, look at that tomboy today—"
Jian Dieda's eyelids twitched when he saw it. His senior sister was dressed too casually today; where had the dashing and heroic woman from before gone?
Seeing her junior brother, Liao Xinjie felt better after arguing with her father before leaving. She didn't even greet Azhi, her eyes only on Jian Dieda. Jian Dieda was not an impolite person, and he praised her, "Sister Xinjie, you look so beautiful today."
Ah Zhi egged them on, pointing the camera at the two of them and making noises. The senior sister's cheeks turned red from being teased, and she kept trying to avoid the camera. But when the senior sister looked up, Jian Dieda and Ah Zhi saw the girl standing there, stunned.
Ah Zhi asked, "What are you looking at Xiang Ge's window?"
My senior sister said, "Xiang, your window seemed to be shaking just now? I even saw a shadow..."
In the story, Jian Xiang's family lives on the fifth floor, and he doesn't have any pets. When A-Zhi heard this, he immediately looked up at the building in surprise. Jian Dieda also turned his head to look at the fifth floor of the building.
His house's exterior windows looked normal, with gray curtains hanging quietly, only a small gap revealing the color of the floor underneath.
Ah Zhi nudged him, "Brother Xiang, why don't you go upstairs and take a look..."
The senior sister said, "No, we're in a hurry, Ah Xiang, maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me..."
But those words still couldn't put his mind at ease. Jian Dieda always felt that there really was someone he knew watching him from that window.
But after careful consideration, he couldn't place the person whose gaze he was looking at. It seemed Granny Zhu's jinx was indeed quite powerful; he had really done too many bad things and attracted some evil spirits. The ghost Jian Dieda suspected most was definitely the female corpse Ding Xirong, whom he knew. His senior sister, unaware of his guilty conscience, even asked if he should go to the hospital.
Jian Dieda touched the Buddha amulet: "Go see Uncle Guofu, senior sister, I'm okay."
After that, he changed the subject to the Garley Building and temporarily took the other two people away from his building. The three of them headed to the location where the first ghost story took place.
But unbeknownst to him, a tape recorder was playing on its own in his home.
The fan blew the curtains, and the water stains on the bathroom counter reflected an eerie image onto the floor under the intervention of a supernatural force.
Inside his room, moving about, was a hanging rope and a pair of black men's shoes hanging in the air.
"When the day comes that you must leave, please do not offer your condolences."
"It's a common saying that first love will inevitably end in a breakup and the heart will always change."
"When the day comes that you must leave, there's no need for regret,"
"Let me look back on that regret in the future."
"Love must have regrets, my love."
Jane had been away from home for a long time, and the abrupt feeling from earlier was still lingering.
When they arrived at the Carrie Building, a car accident had occurred across the street. Someone was hit and had their brains spilled out, and was taken to an ambulance.
When the ambulance siren sounded, Jian Dieda's eyelids twitched, but this wasn't his own emotion. Why would his body be afraid of the sound of an ambulance?
As if she had known he would do this, her senior sister said with concern, "Are you still thinking about things from your childhood? Don't worry, Aunt Meihui has already been helped to pass on to the afterlife by my father. After she died in the car accident, didn't you keep burning the best and most expensive yellow paper villas for her... She won't suffer in hell."
Jian Dieda then realized that this was how the original owner of the body's mother had died. He was in a daze and didn't have time to piece together the background story revealed in his senior sister's words. He just stared blankly at the world outside the car window.
"Senior sister, do you believe in retribution and karma?" Jian Dieda tried to find a topic to change the subject.
When Liao Xinjie saw the rescue team members, she nodded: "I believe it. My dad said that bad people will definitely get their comeuppance. The cause and effect in this world may come sooner or later, but it will always fall on the person who is meant to be."
Ah Zhi couldn't understand what they were saying, and he asked anxiously, "Hey, are we still going up or not?"
My senior sister said, "Don't worry, Uncle Guofu hasn't arrived yet."
Ah Zhi was very impatient. He scratched his head with his left hand and started pacing around the lobby entrance. His eyes fell on a walkie-talkie on the wall. He said, "Brother Xiang, have you ever seen a movie where the protagonist is woken up in the middle of the night by a walkie-talkie downstairs? When she turns it on, an eye appears on the screen—"
A-Zhi's voice rang out, and an eye actually appeared on the walkie-talkie. A-Zhi was terrified and hid in a corner. The owner of the eye took a step back, and then the office door next door opened. Jian Dieda immediately recognized the middle-aged man with the unfriendly expression on his face; he was Sun Guofu, the building's security guard. The middle-aged man deliberately called out "his senior sister," skipping over A-Zhi and him.
Ah Zhi muttered under his breath, "Damn it, Banana is just a doorman, while Brother Xiang is a LinkedIn manager!"
Jian Dieda didn't bother to greet anyone, standing indifferently with his hands in his pockets watching the commotion from the doorway. Sun Guofu pulled Liao Xinjie aside and asked with great dissatisfaction, "You're here to help him? Do you know that what's on the news is true? That woman who was thrown under the bridge died a terrible death. Jian Xiang, that scumbag, only helps bad people for money—"
Liao Xinjie didn't like hearing him talk about her junior brother like that, and stubbornly said, "I know, I know everything, please, don't tell my dad."
Jian Xiang is a despicable person in the eyes of others, but he is also an ordinary person. People have many facets, with sadness and vulnerability. What Liao Xinjie likes is his intelligence and composure when he taught her math when she was a child, his longing for his mother when he heard the ambulance outside, and the moment of warmth and redemption when they ate French toast yesterday.
"Sigh! Silly girl!" Sun Guofu shook his head sadly. The neighbor uncle went back, took out the magnetic card, and tossed it to the girl, telling her to do what she wanted.
Liao Xinjie, along with the two people behind her, sneaked into the building.
Because they had a list of people involved in the incident at the Jiali Building, their target was clear: the 7th floor, where the fire alarm was raised the most.
The three of them found a good spot and set up the equipment for their first shoot.
Liao Xinjie asked, "Do you still remember the ten methods your master taught you for seeing ghosts?"
Azhi asked curiously, "Wow, what are the Ten Methods of Seeing Ghosts?"
Jian Dieda nodded: "I have never forgotten the skills that Brother Wen taught me."
Although the apprentice's hypocritical behavior disgusted his master, Brother Wen, he was also secretly helped by his master because of his extraordinary talent. The two were in a tense confrontation, but also had a traditional master-disciple relationship.
Jane Dieda then revealed some of the hidden metaphysical master skills of his true self.
For example, he introduced three methods to the newcomer, A-Zhi, that could clearly help ordinary people see ghosts with the naked eye.
Jane Dieda: "You can see ghosts by dripping cow tears, eating raw fish eyes, or placing a mirror in front of the building elevator."
A-Zhi asked again, "Just see them? How can you talk to them? Can ghosts speak human language?"
Jian Dieda didn't speak, but his senior sister interrupted, "Idiot, ghosts are people too, how could they not speak human language? But they are already souls on the edge of hell, so the sounds they make are more like ultrasound. Think about it, can you hear the sound of a bat or a radar transmitter?"
Azhi asked in confusion, "Then how can Namo Master talk to ghosts?"
This time it was my senior sister who said it. She pointed to the light above and said, "First, the light. In modern society, electric lights are the best way to communicate with ghosts. Electrical automation technology connects with the thoughts of ghosts, so you can tell if a ghost has come by observing the flickering of the lights in a haunted place."
“Secondly, there are cassette tapes and records.” Liao Xinjie, completely oblivious to Jian Dieda’s expression, continued, “I once heard my dad say that tape recorders can record sounds from the underworld. If you find some unfamiliar tapes in your house, it might mean that ghosts have come knocking.”
As they were chatting, the 7th floor seemed to be getting colder for some reason, and Jian Dieda noticed the lights at the elevator entrance were flashing.
Ah-Zhi still showed no sense of danger, continuing to take pictures of the broken gap in the elevator.
Suddenly, something seemed wrong. The lights went out, and the stunned senior sister rushed over and yelled at him, "Shut up! Look across the corner!" Jian Dieda saw a gray object. The two of them squatted down, and the image in front of the mirror was indeed covered in gray. This dust-like object had no shape and did not show any facial features, but it was able to control the opening and closing of the elevator doors through electronic device surveillance. Furthermore, it entered the elevator on the 7th floor at the exact same time.
Ah Zhi's jaw dropped; it was the first time he had truly witnessed a spirit summoning event.
"Ahhh!! A ghost... It's a ghost!! Ouch, you tomboy, why did you hit me! Waaah, I'm not saying anything more, I'm so sorry, beautiful lady!"
“Shhh!!!!”
The three of them agreed to keep quiet, took a breather, and continued watching the elevator.
Okay, there really is a ghost. With confirmed evidence of the ghost's presence at the Carrie Building, they actually breathed a sigh of relief. Ah Zhi humbly stood close to Jane Dieda, holding up a flashlight and camera, and nervously asked, "Brother Mike, is this the red-clothed ghost from that ghost movie?"
The senior student boldly retorted, "Are you crazy? Did you even see her wearing red?"
Ah-Zhi shrugged: "Maybe it was delivered to the laundry today. We're doing a whole set of work, hoping to record some weird stuff to sell to TV stations. We can't just say that a puff of exhaust fumes is a ghost, Senior Sister!"
"Who's your senior sister?!" "Okay, okay, you're just being too difficult, little sister."
"Stop arguing." Jian Dieda was standing next to the two of them. He hadn't intended to speak at first, until his third eye and special sensory superpowers detected an earthy smell in the air.
As Wen Ge once said, earthbound spirits all have an earthy smell, unlike animal spirits and water ghosts, and they are definitely spiritually connected to the dead buildings.
Just as Jian Dieda was about to speak, a strange sensation affected his vision. His vision blurred. At the same time, a click came from the elevator entrance.
The door suddenly opened, and a strong wind swept in, pulling all three of them in. The senior sister and Jian Dieda, having learned martial arts, were agile, but A-Zhi was different; he and his equipment were sucked in. Jian Dieda raised his hand to support the senior sister, but could only turn around to rescue him.
He chased after him frantically, and just when he almost failed to catch Ah Zhi, a familiar tall man emerged from the stairwell. Jian Dieda, panting, looked at the man and realized that it was actually the security guard who had grabbed Ah Zhi.
The man-eating elevator with its gaping mouth turned into a huge pit. There was no elevator inside; it was a dark, bottomless abyss where anyone who fell in would be smashed to pieces.
They never dreamed that Sun Guofu would save Azhi's life. Azhi was scared half to death, his eyes wide open. Before the three people present could even speak, something rushed over. They felt a sudden chill followed by a sudden heat, as if their nerves had been put into a refrigerator and an oven. When they came to their senses, the environment had returned to normal, like a building.
Sun Guofu then noticed one person was missing. Holding his baton, he pointed behind them and shouted, "Watch your step!" The next second, the anomaly still occurred with Jian Dieda, the character whose role was always triggered in the game. The gloomy security guard dragged the young man up and saw with his own eyes that the force pulling them down was a small hand emerging from the elevator shaft. A gray, ghostly hand with skin covered in runes.
The senior sister also saw a gray shadow flash by. Her junior brother was in trouble, and she was determined to help him no matter what, without anyone telling her to.
But the problem was, the elevator hadn't stopped yet. Where could the ghost run to grab Mike? The anxious senior sister watched as the elevator, chasing the ghost, didn't stop at the seventh floor. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she was slapped in the face, because that number was even more unlucky than '7'. It was the 15th floor—yes, the legendary 15th floor, the most haunted building in PolyGram, which had claimed his life.
"Uncle Sun!! Please keep an eye on Ah Zhi for me! I'm going upstairs to rescue Ah Xiang!!"
The dashing senior sister took off her coat and, like a female Saiyan, dashed into the stairwell in her high heels, her destination being the upper floor.
At the same time, Jian Dieda was possessed in an instant and lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he could only hear a ding-dong sound coming from the dark upstairs.
The elevator, which seemed to be controlled by a vengeful ghost, opened its doors. Jian Dieda climbed up, half of his body numb.
He kicked out with his leg, and the empty airflow at the bottom of the elevator shaft propelled his head out first. He leaned out, rolled over, and lay on the ground looking up at the rusty building sign. A faint fishy smell in the air and the cold air intensified the eeriness of the night. Because this building was clearly 15 stories high.
Mike closed his eyes and cursed, "Boss's mother."
He knew he was unfortunate enough to be alone.
In horror movies, if fate arranges a person in this way, he is destined to become cannon fodder.
But Master Wen's famous saying might really have a miraculous effect: "Three parts are destined by heaven, seven parts depend on fate." While he was still in the mood for a cigarette, a song came to his ears. The song was the same as the old cassette tape that was crackling and popping at home, only this time it was closer. It sounded like an adult film actor was on the 15th floor, staying up late at night, humming "First Love" to him alone.
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