Without a safe house, I'm a fierce one in the game

Chapter 315 Room 404
I don't know if it's because the third level is relatively simple.

The old woman wasn't worried about Zhang Xingchen's repudiation, she just looked around again, then lowered her voice, and said to Zhang Xingchen, "Actually... about a month ago, in room 404, a woman hanged herself..."

"Suicide?"

Zhang Xingchen frowned and asked, "Are you sure it wasn't murder?"

"She did commit suicide. The police have come to examine the body before. This is definitely true."

The old woman shook her head and said: "But a few days before she committed suicide, I saw that she seemed to be in a very bad spirit, with heavy bags under her eyes, and she was always talking when she walked in and out. If you understand..."

Not in good spirits?

Is it because of something I saw in the mirror in the middle of the night?
Or wake up to find a dead body hanging from the roof?

Zhang Xingchen thought for a while, and asked the old woman, "Does she live alone in the house?"

"No, she still has a husband, but he seldom comes back."

The old woman whispered: "I see, her husband is not a good person. Just a few days after his wife committed suicide, he brought back another vixen... If the police hadn't investigated it, I really doubt it is her husband Killed her..."

Zhang Xingchen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Why do you doubt him? Is it just because he brought another woman back?"

"It's not just that."

The old woman's cloudy eyeballs kept rolling, and she said in a spirited voice: "I won't hide it from you... Actually, it makes sense to say that 404 is a haunted house. If only that woman hanged herself, it's also okay." It's a coincidence, after all, there are so many suicides in this world... But just last week, that man... the husband of the dead woman, and the vixen he brought home were both hanged in the on the ceiling!"

"Are they both dead too?"

Zhang Xingchen frowned: "Is it also suicide?"

"I don't know. Later, it seemed to be a suicide, because the room was locked and there was no sign of other people entering..."

Speaking of this, the old woman suddenly changed the subject: "But our neighbors in the whole building are saying that it was the man who was sorry for his wife, broke his wife's heart, caused her to hang herself, and then he After the wife died, if the resentment persisted, she would turn into a ghost and kill the couple to take revenge!"

"It's done like that in a lot of movies."

Zhang Xingchen rubbed his chin and asked, "Then, did anything unusual happen in that room?"

"Then it was three days ago..."

For some reason, the old woman's voice suddenly became gloomy: "It was one night, around the same time as now, a writer saw that the rent was cheap and moved in, but he just moved in. After an hour, he rushed out like crazy, screaming that there is a ghost while running, and didn't even take his luggage away. In the end, it was the old woman who carried his luggage out..."

"You moved out?"

Zhang Xingchen glanced at the old woman: "The writer said there are ghosts, aren't you afraid?"

"Scared."

The old woman was quite frank: "But I'm afraid I have to eat too. It's not easy to find a job when I'm old. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to draw you two boxes of eggs, don't you think so?"

"..."

Zhang Xingchen squinted his eyes and said, "Ah...that's true...but did you find anything when you went in? For example, when you turned around, a ghost stood on your shoulder, or when you bent down, you suddenly found a pair of pale feet behind you ..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old woman hurriedly stopped Zhang Xingchen, not letting him continue: "Alas! It's in the middle of the night! Young man, you are so young, why do you keep saying such scary things!"

"You are afraid of me, but you are not afraid."

Zhang Xingchen sneered, and shook his fist: "To tell you the truth, my nickname of Wanjiang Ghost Jianchou is quite well-known in the ghost world. Today I really want to go to 404 to see what the hell is going on. Pretending to be a ghost! If he’s not a ghost, he’s fine, at most I’ll beat him into a pig’s head, if it’s really a ghost making trouble, I’ll let him have a taste of the tyrannical iron fist of Lao Tzu’s Anti-Correction Committee!”

After hearing Zhang Xingchen's words, the old woman was not relieved, but looked at Zhang Xingchen even more worriedly and said, "Young man is full of vigor. It is a good thing to be young and vigorous, but it is better to be in awe of ghosts and gods..."

"We young people in the new era don't talk about these feudal superstitions."

Zhang Xingchen waved his hand, and said very firmly: "The only thing I am in awe of are the revolutionary martyrs who shed their blood for the liberation of all mankind. In the age of war, they have been staunch materialists all their lives. Finally, the new era finally came. Oh, you want me to fear ghosts and gods? Are you kidding me!"

"Old woman, lead the way!"

Zhang Xingchen didn't wait for the old woman's rebuttal, turned around and walked towards the elevator: "I'll go to 404 now, and wait until tomorrow morning, or I'll drag you down a few dead people, or I'll drag you down a few dead ghosts, old man Are you joking that living people are not afraid of dead ghosts?"

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by Zhang Xingchen's aura.

The old woman froze for a moment.

Then tremblingly, he took out a key from the cabinet at the front desk and waved his hand at Zhang Xingchen: "I...Although I am already 84, I still want to live a few more years, so I won't go up with you. The key, you come and take it..."

"84? You are still living on the threshold."

Zhang Xingchen paused, then came back to get the key, then reached out and patted the old woman on the shoulder and said, "Anxin, if this is an ordinary horror movie, you are almost certain to die if you live on the ridge, but today I come here Now, you can sleep peacefully!"

The old woman moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

Zhang Xingchen didn't care either.

Go back to the elevator entrance and take the elevator to the fourth floor.

Then I found my own room - 404.

The entire corridor on the fourth floor was eerily quiet.

It seems that there are no living people living on this entire floor.

From the outside, room 404 looks like any other room.

The door frame is old and the house number is a bit rusty.

I stood at the door and thought for a while.

Zhang Xingchen suddenly made a very bold move.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door more than a dozen times, making a harsh noise: "Mr. Wang! Mr. Wang? I am a debt collector who chops up the company if I can't pay the money! You are overdue, please open the door immediately and be honest I really chopped off a hand! Otherwise, we will arrange for armed helicopters to straf and bomb your rented house tomorrow! Do you hear that?...You idiot! Do you hear me! Open the door!"

Zhang Xingchen yelled for a long time.

His voice echoed throughout the corridors of the building.

But even if he made such a noise in the middle of the night, no one from the left and right neighbors came out to take a look.

(End of this chapter)