Sanchakou

Chapter 35 Plastic Man

Wen Xin changed the sheets, and when the two lay down again, it was already 01:30.

In the dark, Wen Xin said, "Hong Yuan, shall we sell this house?" "No one will buy it," Hong Yuan said.

"Then you dismantle those wardrobes. Every time I go upstairs at night, I'm scared when I see them." "It's a pity to dismantle them, let's keep them." "We don't need so many." Pile up debris." "At least you have to remove the last wardrobe. I always feel that the sound, the smell, and the shadow are hiding in the last wardrobe..." "The ghost story was originally created by the two of us , now it scares you." "Or you tear off the pictures inside." "I drew them myself, are you afraid?" "Afraid." "Okay, tomorrow I will tear them off After a while, Wenxin touched Hong Yuan again and asked, "Who made these wardrobes?" "Woodware factory, don't you know? What's wrong?" "I think their shape is a bit rigid ...""Aren't all wardrobes like this, can they be made into a gourd shape?" Wenxin suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Do you feel that they look like... coffins?" "Stop talking nonsense It's gone." After Wen Xin fell asleep, Hong Yuan's cell phone rang suddenly.He hurriedly reached out to touch it on the cabinet, looked at it, it was a short message.

He opened it and froze for a moment.

The content of the short message was eleven characters: 阄问闯闲间门门问闻门阳 Wenxin was awakened by the sound of the phone, and she asked in a daze, "Who is it?" "SMS." "Isn't it?" Which girl sent it?" "Yes." "What did she write?" "A joke." "I don't believe it, let me see." "You can do whatever you want." Hong Yuan said while handing her the phone: "But , I advise you not to look at it." "Why?" "It's not dirty jokes, it's ghost jokes." "Then I don't want to read it." After Wenxin snored slightly again, Hong Yuan got up lightly and put on his clothes. He put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom.The bedroom door faces the stairs leading to the second floor.

He climbed up in the dark.

He was barefoot, walking very lightly, without making any sound.In this way, his ears can sensitively capture the sound from any corner of this small building.

Climbing up to the second floor, he turned on the light and looked towards the row of wardrobes.

His eyes were fixed on the last door.

The door didn't budge.

He walked over slowly, pulled it away suddenly, and jumped away with one step-there was a person standing straight inside!

However, he immediately discovered that it was a plastic man.

However, this plastic man was made very realistically, it smiled slightly towards Hong Yuan, its eyes seemed to be looking at Hong Yuan, and seemed to be looking behind Hong Yuan.

It's a man.

It is wearing real clothes, blue suit, brown shoes.

Hong Yuan recognized that this face was Feng Jun's face - the woman who lived with him in the south and was eaten by sharks!

She turned into a man.

Hong Yuan stayed for a while, tentatively walked towards it, and stopped in front of it tremblingly.

It didn't pounce.

Hong Yuan stretched out his hand and gently touched the plastic face, it was hard and cool.

He carried it out, went to the window, and threw it out.It's light and airy.

Then, he took a look with his head, and it landed on the lawn downstairs, lying on its face, smiling at the night sky in the weak light of the lawn lamp.One of its leather shoes fell off and rolled somewhere, revealing a lifelike pale foot.

He withdrew his head and shut the window shut.

Walking back, he sat on the sofa stupidly, and took out a cigarette from his pocket, but he touched the pocket of his pajamas, but there was no fire, and finally threw the cigarette on the small coffee table.

He sat blankly on the sofa for a long time.

Finally, he turned off the light and walked down the stairs.

He walked gently into the bedroom and lay down next to Wenxin.

Wenxin was still sleeping quietly, without any sound.

Hong Yuan turned over gently, turned his back to her, stared at her, thinking hard, what is going on with all this.

Suddenly, he realized something, turned around abruptly, and stared at Wenxin in the dark.

Wen Xin remained motionless.

After a while, Hong Yuan stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch her face, but his hand suddenly retracted as if being pricked by a needle.

At the same time, he jumped up and reached out to turn on the light switch on the wall.

His scalp exploded with a "swipe" - the plastic man lay flat beside him, smiling slightly into the air.

Wenxin is gone!
He jumped to the ground and stared at the plastic figure on the bed, his face became as white as paper.Then, he backed out of the bedroom, turned on all the lights tremblingly, and the house was bright with snow.

"Wenxin!" There was a dead silence all around.

He raised his voice several times: "Wenxin!—" Still no one answered.At this time, he seemed to hear the snickering of the plastic man in the bedroom.

He ran to the door in a few steps, opened it and ran out.

Good night.

The moon is white, it has nothing to do with itself, it hangs high.

The stars far and near seem to reveal some important secret, but because they are too far away, the sound cannot be transmitted, and they wink anxiously, unable to do anything.

All the villas are dark, as if a group of people are sleeping.Only the small building of his house was surprisingly bright and extremely excited, as if he was alone in a nightmare.

He sat down on a concrete stool blankly, thinking bitterly: Why did Wenxin evaporate suddenly in the middle of the night?

(End of this chapter)