Haunted Houses’ Chronicles

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Follow closely, I know where they are going. Wan Jinrong tightened his collar and whispered that you should not follow.

I walked behind Wan Jinrong, his disguise was much smarter than me. Not only did he bring a hat, but also a scarf that could cover most of his face.

I quietly paid attention to the movements of Bai Kai and Qin Yiheng. Both of them moved quickly, and there was no sign of a turn.

Wan Jinrong was not in a hurry to chase it, and I was not in a hurry to see that.

Regardless of the purpose of Wan Jinrong, he must be aware of the whereabouts of Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai.

When we left the airport, there were already cars waiting by the roadside.

I have taken Wan Jinrong's car several times, and the driver is different every time. It makes me feel that this person is supernatural.

At the beginning, we followed the taxi that Qin Yiheng and Bai Kai took and walked for about ten kilometers. Then we started to part ways.

I am afraid that this is also suspected of being suspected by the other party.

I want to say a few words to Wan Jinrong, but I still didn't open my mouth.

I really do n’t have much mood talking now, just want to see the white clouds and blue sky outside the car window.

The speed of the car hasn't slowed down until the evening. Stopped in an old residential building.

Wan Jinrong snapped his fingers, meaning that I should follow.

When I was on the stairs all the way, I was thinking about it. Wan Jinrong supposedly did not lack money. Why do I always like to live in such a place?

A door on the third floor had been opened. Wan Jinrong pushed the door in and finally revealed his face. Shout at me, are you really going?

I cope with a bang, but my attention was on the furnishings in this room.

This house is called ‘old altar gold’ in our jargon, which means houses that cannot be bought in the short term and can only wait for demolition to get new houses and compensation. The furniture in the whole house can only be described as tattered. No matter it is a table or chair, it lacks arms and legs. It doesn't look like the environment where normal people live at all, but it's like a temporary foothold for homeless people.

The walls in the room were supposed to be white, and a piece of smoked yellow urine.

There is also a lot of messy paper posted on one wall, and I don't know if it is used to cover up the wall or performance art.

I walked over and looked at it, I am afraid that the time when these papers are pasted is also a long time ago. There was a lot of writing on it. I fixed my eyes and couldn't help whispering, these words seemed familiar. Much like we found the words on the stack of manuscript paper.

So I confirmed it carefully. The more you look, the more you feel.

And the content on these papers is also very strange, it seems to be travel notes. Like going to a mysterious place, the records are all what I saw and heard. There is no hint of joy between the lines, but it feels very heavy.

According to my intuitive feelings, I think 80% of this thing was written by a person in prison. So no matter how happy you were at the beginning, it is just a mirage now.

Wan Jinrong called me and handed me a red belt.

Said it is a belt, in fact, it is a wide red rope when it is white. We often see this thing, and many people who pass the birth year will bring it, saying it is too old. But in fact, many people don't understand it. Not everyone is suitable for this year. Some people wear it, but they will provoke it. I can't explain this in detail, but I didn't intend to hear Qin Yiheng talk about it once.

Is this something brought to me? I patted my Hermès belt buckle. Do you want to change with me?

Wan Jinrong snorted, and he wanted to take that place. You choose.

He said he was very skilled at pulling out the belt and putting the red string on his pants.

I saw that I had to follow suit, and the whole person was awkward. I said, and then? Where are we going next?

and this. Wan Jinrong handed me a thin red thread and tied it to his belt.

I'm even more puzzled. This thin red line is quite long. It looks like a tail is dragged behind it. Wan Jinrong stared at me, dressed everything, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then I picked up a big backpack on the ground and asked me to carry it. Turned around and went downstairs.

I do n’t know what ’s in the backpack, but it ’s heavy.

Since I am asking for people, I can only do anything. The car downstairs is still waiting, but the driver is gone.

Wan Jinrong drove in person and we were on the road again.

On the way I have been trying to tell where we are going. But he looked at the road more and more desolate. The outside view began to see no change, so I squinted my eyes to relax, and this time I slept.

When Wan Jinrong woke me up, it was still dark outside.

I glanced at my watch and I fell asleep for six hours. People have completely recovered their spirits.

After getting out of the car, there was wasteland all around. No trees, no buildings, just a desolation.

Wan Jinrong led the way ahead, his feet creaking on the snow. I always feel like someone is laughing, and I can't help but let go of my steps.

After walking for half an hour along the wasteland, my legs and feet did not feel tired. It's just that the shoulders are so painful that the bag is pressed.

Fortunately, Wan Jinrong stopped at this time and took a few things from the backpack behind me.

Things are more common, nothing more than brazier, paper money and paper ingots. There is also a half-meter long wooden stick. I guess it would be a willow tree, smelling a strong smell of willow sap. I don't know if I was wrong.

Wan Jinrong burned those paper money and paper ingots with a wooden stick. The fire reflected our faces.

It stands to reason that it should feel warm, but I feel more gloomy.

When the fire was about to dim, Wan Jinrong handed me a military waterway, drink it.

I just poured it in and spit it out. I didn't know what was put in this water, there was a strong smell. I got a dry cough for a while. This spit was so drastic that I swallowed it a lot. I was so disgusted and almost spit it out.

Are you **** poisoned? I was about to raise my head, and I saw Wan Jinrong holding a brazier and breathing hard at me.

The paper dust in the brazier was all over my face, and I didn't say my eyes, I couldn't even open my mouth!

With my bang, I instinctively grabbed it. But I heard Wan Jinrong said, don't be nervous, it's okay. You open your eyes now.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the distant place of a barren, inexplicably adding a tower-like building.

Look at the outline antique, can not distinguish the color.

This? Where did this building come from? I rubbed my eyes and asked.

Never mind that much, since you are coming, go with me. Wan Jinrong put the brazier on the ground and turned to the tower.

The closer and closer, the tower became clearer and clearer.

The height is not so high, it suffocated three floors up and down. The width is only about 20-30 meters.

The whole building is made of gray bricks and gray tiles, without any light. Really lifeless.

The two of them walked down the tower, and I touched the wall deliberately. It may be that his hands are frozen, and the wall feels like ice.

Wan Jinrong tugged, don't stay.

I had no choice but to curry my curiosity and followed Wan Jinrong through the city gate. Everything in front of me suddenly became bright.

I saw that on the other side of the city gate hole, there was a large area of ​​woods.

This kind of forest is very common in the Northeast, especially the Xing'an Mountains. The only difference is that there is no snow on the treetops. If this is during the day, I'm afraid you will see a piece of lush.

After walking a few hundred meters, we started to really enter the woods.

Not only is there no snow on the treetops, there is no snow on the ground. The dirt is very soft, and it doesn't feel like it was frozen before walking.

Wan Jinrong walked ahead, stopping from time to time to look at the trunk. I just noticed some strange patterns or symbols on some tree trunks.

It should be something like a signpost.

After another one or two kilometers deeper, I finally began to feel tired. I was thirsty, but I thought of the water Wan Jinrong gave me. So I can only swallow and swallow.

Arrived. Wan Jinrong stopped again and pointed to a sign on a tree trunk.

As soon as I looked at the sign, I gasped. I finally knew where the strange tattoo on Wan Jinrong's brow came. This pattern is exactly the same as his tattoo.

Like a twisted eagle claw, or the teeth of a wolf or a tiger.

I said, where are we? Did you leave this pattern?

No. Wan Jinrong raised his hand and pointed before him, saying that there was Wan Jiang. The end of all the water veins in the legend. Of course, you should be more aware of its other name, Yinhe.