Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Neighborhood Strange Stories 8

The four of them returned to 802. Xu Ye took out a piece of white paper and explained the next action: “After a morning of observation and research, there are still two places that have not been explored.”

Song Jian responded quickly: “I know one of them is a swimming pool, what else is there?”

Xu Ye: “Eighteenth floor.”

He looked at Liang Xing: “You know the structure of the community best, where are these two places?”

“Well, due to some traditional reasons, the community did not reach the 18th floor.”

“As for the swimming pool, it’s right where the square dance was.”

Song Jian: “You mean, the original swimming pool has been turned into a small square?”

Liang Xing nodded.

Several people frowned, all sensing the difficulty of the matter. The last few pairs of eyes looked at Xu Ye: “Brother, what do you think we should do?”

Xu Ye: “Go to the 17th floor first.”

After making the decision, Xu Ye stood up, but Liang Xing suddenly raised his hand and said weakly: “Well, can you give me something to eat? I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten for a day…”Looking at the other people, they all seemed to be in low spirits.

Xu Ye said: “Repair in place for an hour.”

There were more people this time. After all, it was different from doing the task by himself, and there were more things to pay attention to.

…

“Bang!” When Xu Ye was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating, he heard a noise coming from the bathroom.

I saw a pair of ghost hands stretching out from the mirror in front of the sink and strangling Liang Xing’s neck.

His cheeks were red and purple, and he was speechless. If he hadn’t accidentally kicked the broom behind him and made a noise, no one would have noticed hanging here.

Xu Ye took action in time and punched the mirror.

In the mirror, the long-haired woman withdrew her hand in pain, and gradually became silent as the mirror shattered.

Song Jian: “Didn’t I tell you to turn on the light when going to the toilet? I was afraid that you would forget, so I reminded you.”

Liang Xing felt aggrieved: “I turned on the light, but the light broke in the middle of washing my face.”

Song Jian touched the switch on the wall, and the light above his head turned on smoothly.

Liang Xing opened his mouth in shock and quickly explained: “Believe me, I really turned on the light.”

Song Jian: “Lying is not a good habit.”

At this time, several dog barks suddenly came from the kitchen.

Everyone rushed over and saw Zhou Minghua fainted on the ground, his fingers falling in front of the flapper.

Song Jian was in disbelief: “Old Zhou was electrocuted.”

He immediately stepped forward, pressed his hands on Zhou Minghua’s chest, and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The vegetable dog is still barking. Only then did everyone notice that the gas valve nearby was not closed. It’s hard to imagine the consequences if no one finds out.

After a while, Zhou Minghua woke up from the ground. He looked at Xu Ye with guilt-filled eyes: “I’m sorry, I was too careless.”

Xu Ye felt a strong sense of strangeness in his heart. All of this seemed like a coincidence, but the problem was that it was too coincidental.

If they hadn’t discovered it in time, two people would have died in just a few minutes.

He looked at the group of people and said, “You guys step back and I’ll cook.”

Five minutes later, four bowls of clear soup noodles were freshly baked, with a few unwashed vegetables floating on the noodles.

Song Jian and others devoured the food.

Xu Ye wondered, could it be that his cooking skills have improved?

He picked up a chopstick and put noodles into his mouth.

It still tastes the same…I can barely swallow it.

Liang Xing: “Being able to eat the food cooked by Mr. Xu Ye will give me enough bragging rights in my life.”

Song Jian nodded in agreement: “It’s worth it. I won’t brush my teeth for a month when I go back.”

Xu Ye didn’t understand this kind of fanaticism, but he was greatly shocked.

…

On the other side, a 1.5-meter-tall man with “Property Commission” embroidered on his chest and a somewhat obscene air was sitting in a dark house.

He was holding something like an account book in his hand. He was so close that he could see the words “List of Owners”.

Man: “Smith Marseille. Room 802, these are the only people who haven’t fallen.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the brush on the side and completely blacked out the room number 802: “Hey. Accept the shroud of death.”

The moment the brush fell on the room number, a series of strange things began to happen in 802.