Chapter 150
The old man responded, "Okay."
The room was not very big, and on the bunk beds on both sides were piled a lot of messy things, such as broken school bags, broken dolls, torn clothes, broken textbooks, etc.
At a glance, the old man felt that one of the yellowed shirts looked particularly familiar, but he couldn't figure out why he felt that way, which only made him feel more uneasy. The old man tried to ignore this feeling.
Under his anxious gaze, Lu Jiamu first leaned over and took a careful look under the bed.
The old man's throat rolled and he was sweating from nervousness. He was particularly afraid that there was something under the bed that would suddenly drag Lu Jiamu in.
Although there had been some minor conflicts and unpleasantness between them before, he undoubtedly hoped that Lu Jiamu would not encounter any danger. After all, if the other party died during the first exploration, he would have to face this strange place alone.
Fortunately, there was nothing under the bunk bed. Lu Jiamu looked around carefully twice, and after making sure that the dark color of the little ghost had not misjudged him, he walked further into the room.
The old man stared at Lu Jiamu's back as he went deeper into the room, alert to whether something would suddenly bypass Lu Jiamu and run out, while looking around the corridor from time to time.
He didn't know whether the danger would rush in from outside while they were exploring seriously, or hide in the shadows of the room, waiting to kill him with one blow and drag his teammates away.
But in fact, the corridor was still quiet and dim, and there was nothing unusual in the room. Lu Jiamu had already walked around and started looking through the closet, but he didn't find anything special.
The old man felt very uncomfortable knowing that this place was definitely dangerous, but still feeling unsure. This really ruined his mentality.
Although he was not exploring it himself, the old man did not feel comfortable at all. He almost became restless, and his old habit of doing something when he was nervous came back.
However, thinking that this place was really weird, he suppressed his impulse and stared at the situation in the room obediently.
Lu Jiamu had searched the room carefully, opening every place where a child might be hiding, but he still couldn't find the weird thing.
It just disappeared here.
The old man saw the situation inside clearly. He changed his stance anxiously and began to speak for himself: "I am sure it is this room. I am not old and blind yet. Can this thing still jump out of the window?"
Lu Jiamu nodded to show that he believed what he said: "I don't think so. If they have the ability to jump out of the window, why don't you think there are a bunch of little ghosts running around in front of us?"
Just the thought of a group of little devils running around and provoking us, and being impossible to catch them no matter what, is enough to make one feel overwhelmed.
The old man felt that what he said made sense. If the little ghosts had the ability to jump out of the window, it would be impossible for them to be so kind as to leave them such a quiet environment.
Lu Jiamu was standing at the door and timidly looked inside to see the little boy: "Ayi, what do you think?"
"Ayi, Ayi..." the little boy said blankly, "Ayi doesn't know."
The little boy had mentioned hide-and-seek several times before. Lu Jiamu felt that he must know something about it but just couldn't remember it at the moment, or he had thought of something but didn't dare to say it, so he wanted to communicate with him again.
The second hand of the watch skipped one second after another with very little noise, and a hundred seconds had passed since they pushed the door open and chased in.
A book that was casually thrown on the bunk bed suddenly fell to the ground with a "click" when no one moved it.
Both of them thought that the little ghost had appeared again, so they immediately fell silent and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.
As their eyes turned, more items scattered on the bunk beds began to move.
Several pieces of old clothes actually sat up as if people had just woken up and were about to get up.
The inside of the clothes inflated rapidly, and the front rose and fell slightly, as if someone was really breathing inside the clothes.
After a moment, the air turned into solid human figures, and the room was filled with shadowy "people".
Some of the faces among them were surprisingly familiar, bringing back some very distant memories in the old man's mind.
He finally remembered why he saw the yellowed shirt piled among the old things at first sight and why he felt it looked familiar.
When he and his friends went on their last ghost hunting trip, one of them was wearing just such an old shirt.
It was just that too many years had passed, and the fashion had been updated countless times, so those old memories had already begun to blur. In addition, it was dim inside just now, and he was just standing at the door, so he couldn't see clearly, so he didn't remember it all at once.
The increasingly solid figure in the clothes had also noticed him. As if it had not moved for a long time and its spine had become rusty, it turned its head stiffly and looked at him, calling out in confusion: "Old... Old Liu?"
The old man was very familiar with this person's face.
More than a decade had turned him into a shabby old man, but this man still looked the same as when they last met.
Although this was all so strange, the old man still responded subconsciously: "Xiao Wang?"
"Are you Lao Liu?"
The doubt was only short-lived, and soon the expression on the man's face was replaced by an almost insane ecstasy.
It was so excited that it wanted to rush out and knock the old man down immediately, but its other joints were as stiff as its spine, as if they had rusted due to disrepair, which caused it to fall directly off the bunk bed.
But falling down did not calm it down. It was unwilling to waste time even on getting up again. It used all its strength and limbs to crawl crazily and twistedly on the ground. Its expression was full of heat and its saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of its mouth. "Lao Liu, Lao Liu, Lao Liu, you are finally here! Save me!"
Seeing the other party rushing towards him in this posture, the old man finally realized something and his face turned pale in an instant. He howled loudly, no longer caring about Lu Jiamu and the little boy, leaving the others behind and running away.
Although Xiao Wang's movements seemed fierce, his crawling speed was actually not that fast, and it was impossible for him to catch up with the old man who had already run away.
But it soon saw the neglected little boy again.
The little boy's reaction was not as quick as the old man's, and he had short legs and ran slowly, so he was easily caught up.
The light of hope flashed in Xiao Wang's eyes again, and he twisted and crazily crawled towards the little boy, staring at him and said excitedly: "Little boy, little boy, you are helpful, come and give uncle a hand, come and help uncle up!"
It didn't look like it was seeking help, but more like a greedy monitor lizard that had seen meat.
Its crawling posture was so twisted and weird that the little boy was almost scared to tears when facing it alone.
Fortunately, when Lu Jiamu saw the clothes moving, he realized that these abnormalities might be related to the rule that "if you are caught, you will become a ghost in the next round", so he began to retreat and now reached the door.
Xiao Wang climbed excitedly, and the other "people" in the room were not honest either. They scrambled to fall off the bunk bed, stretched out their twisted hands to try to grab Lu Jiamu's ankles, and kept shouting words such as "Please help me", "Save me", "Please give me a chance".
But their hands kept reaching in the air. They clearly saw that they were about to grab Lu Jiamu's ankle, but they missed it again and again, and their hands passed through his body out of thin air.
Lu Jiamu originally wanted to see if the little ghost from before was mixed in with them, and then go back and look for it again, but when he turned around, he saw the old man simply abandoned the little boy and ran away, so he had no time to take care of all the ghosts in the room.
Before leaving, he slammed the door shut with his backhand. At the moment of the slam, there were several dull thumps from inside, probably because the door hit the head of someone who was climbing fast.
Because Xiao Wang's joints were stiff, although he looked crazy and intimidating when he first moved, his movements were actually very limited, and he felt exhausted after a while.
Without any other ghosts blocking his way, Lu Jiamu took a few quick steps and passed it. He picked up the little boy before it touched him and ran towards the stairs.
The little boy realized that it was Lu Jiamu who came, and he grabbed his collar and started crying in fear, but after crying a few times he choked and died.
Lu Jiamu glanced back and found that the little kid had been so shocked that he fainted from crying.
Lu Jiamu didn't know what to do, and was afraid that the boy would choke to death, so he could only hold the little boy upside down with his head facing down, hoping that he would get better on his own after a while.
The old man was standing on the third floor, looking down. He had been watching what happened on the second floor, but he didn't understand why Lu Jiamu looked fine, and he wasn't sure whether Xiao Wang had touched the little boy.
The room was full of shadowy figures just now, and he was still inside, so it should be impossible for him to escape unscathed.
Seeing them coming up, the old man panicked, looking like he would run away immediately if something went wrong, and asked, "You, are you still alive?"
Lu Jiamu looked up and gave him a fake smile: "What else?"
The old man was terrified. He was afraid that according to the rules of the game, he had become a ghost but could still pretend to act normally, and now he was being caught as a scapegoat.
He has also realized that this game of hide-and-seek, this game of catching ghosts, cannot be understood according to common sense.
Seeing that he was already frightened, Lu Jiamu added, "Why else would I stop them?"
Maybe you have turned into a ghost and are just pretending to be normal. You want to use your previous identity to deceive my trust, get rid of other competitors, and monopolize the benefits?
Behind Lu Jiamu, Xiao Wang stared at them with hatred, and kept saying: "Lao Liu, Lao Liu... Lao Liu, save me, how can you just watch me die?"
The door of the room that Lu Jiamu bumped into was not opened immediately. Only Xiao Wang was trying to crawl in the corridor.
The old man swallowed his saliva. He knew that there must be more than one such thing here.
Emotionally, he really hoped that Lu Jiamu was still alive, at least he wouldn't have to face all this alone. And if Lu Jiamu was still alive, it meant that the child in his arms must not have been caught by Xiao Wang.
The old man couldn't tell his identity. A look of despair flashed across his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth.
Why not just take a gamble? If all his companions died and he was left alone, he would definitely not win, so he might as well not live now. It's death anyway, whether early or late.
The old man stared at him with gritted teeth, but Lu Jiamu went up to the third floor, stopped when he was still a few steps away from him, and turned around to observe the situation on the second floor.
It seemed that for some unknown reason, he did manage to escape from the haunted house intact.
The old man realized that he might have some hidden tricks that he didn't know about, and immediately smiled awkwardly: "Well... don't blame me for abandoning you. I was also frightened suddenly. It suddenly said those words to me, which was too scary."
Lu Jiamu nodded and asked, "Is this your friend?"
Xiao Wang had already climbed to the stairs and was holding onto the handrail, trying to stand up and climb upstairs, constantly calling out for the old man.
"Yeah." The old man stared at Xiao Wang, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. "Before that incident, we were very good friends. In the years since they disappeared, I've always wanted to know what happened to them and whether they are still living somewhere I don't know. I didn't expect to see them like this now... Did the little ghost deliberately lure me to this room because it knows our relationship?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and asked Lu Jiamu: "It keeps asking me to save it. If I am caught by it, will I become a ghost and it will turn back into a human? Is this the meaning of the rules of this game?"
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