Chapter 95

Fang Cheng rented and looked at the Wenyuan community in front of him.

The community in front of us is very dilapidated. The gate of the community is full of rust. Fang Cheng suspects that he can break the small iron column on it with a gentle break of his hand. When he pushes open the gate and enters the community, Fang Cheng feels an inexplicable chill.

This feeling.

Fang Cheng experienced it carefully. It was very similar to the Kum village he met on the way to the black and white tower. No, it should be said that it was this feeling, an unspeakable strange feeling.

Fang Cheng's heart was slightly raised, but he is already different now. He is no longer the original knight. At least from the perspective of soul, he has undergone a transformation and will no longer be afraid of complaining.

Take a deep breath. Fang Cheng looks at the community carefully. Fang Cheng finds that there are some elderly people in twos and threes in the community, either sitting on the stone of the community, or lying on it with an armchair. The big guys are basking in the sun and chatting. They look very harmonious.

People who don't know think this is a nursing home.

"Sir, can I ask you something?" Fang Cheng smiled and shouted to an old man who was lying in a chair and closed his eyes in the sun.

The old man, with white hair, lay in the armchair and shook it gently. He looked very comfortable.

"Why?" The old man opened his eyes with doubt.

"Sir, I'm a reporter from Wucheng. I want to interview the missing case in Wenyuan community."

Hearing Fang Cheng's words, the old man who was originally very comfortable sat up: "what missing case? I don't know!" With that, he stood up directly, carried the recliner and walked back.

Fang Cheng looked at the old man's back and felt that things were getting more and more strange. If the disappearance case in this community was really due to grievances, then in the end, the people in this community would become like Kum village in an alien world and all died.

Of course, Fang Cheng didn't come to save anyone. In fact, he just came for the possible grievance.

Seeing that the uncle didn't cooperate, Fang Cheng turned around and asked others, but all the people questioned were very taboo and shut up.

Fang Cheng has been wandering around the community for a long time. At the moment, he also feels a little helpless.

"Young man, are you a reporter to investigate the disappearance?"

Just when Fang Cheng was confused, an old man's voice came.

Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the old woman in front of her. She had white hair, a wooden comb pinned to her head, and was wearing a light blue down jacket. She looked kind and gave people a very cordial feeling.

At this time, because of Fang Cheng's questions in the community, everyone basically went back. There was no one around except the old woman.

"Yes, do you know the specific information of the missing case in this community?"

Fang Cheng immediately showed a kind smile and asked.

"I don't know much about the missing couple, but the three members of the missing family live next door to my house. If you want to see it, I can take you there."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng also raised a little interest.

"Please." Fang Chengyi is brave and not afraid at all.

"You're welcome." The old lady said and led Fang Cheng home.

Fang Cheng followed her and didn't know what to think.

Tea time.

"Is that it?" Fang Cheng stood on the third floor, looked at the door number 302 in front of him and asked.

"Yes, this is it."

Fang Cheng nodded. At this time, the door of the family was closed and sealed. If you want to go in, you may have to break through the door by violence, but the building is almost full of people. It's too noisy and inappropriate.

But Fang Cheng won't use the technical means to open the door. For a time, Fang Cheng has no way to do it.

"The police sealed it the day they came, and they haven't taken off the seal yet. Lao Wang's family is in bad luck." The old lady sighed. Lao Wang in her mouth is estimated to be the real owner of the house. "Young man, come to my house and have a drink first."

Grandma was very enthusiastic. Fang Cheng didn't have a good way for a while. When she heard her invitation, she smiled and said yes.

Walking into Grandma's house, Fang Cheng looked at the old-fashioned decoration of the house. The walls of the house were also pasted with wooden boards in the old-fashioned decoration style. The ceiling in the living room was also made of wood, which looked a little depressed.

In the living room, the chairs and tea tables are all made of wood and painted with red paint, which looks a little seeping. The house looks a little dark because of its old decoration.

"Young man, come and drink water. It may be a little dark at home." The old lady turned on the light with a smile.

"OK, thank you." Fang Cheng smiled and took the cup she handed over and thanked her.

"Grandma, do you know when the three members of the family opposite disappeared?"

"Like two weeks ago." The old lady thought for a moment and said.

Hearing this message, Fang Cheng nodded, which was the same as what he heard in the taxi.

"Ka!"

Just then, the light in the room flickered, and a strange atmosphere began to spread.

"Why did you come here?" The old woman's voice suddenly became strange. Fang Cheng frowned and raised his head.

"Why did you come here?"

"Why did you come here?"

Fang Cheng listened to her repeating this sentence all the time. He didn't know in his heart that she was probably cursed by the complaining spirit.

"Can you show me the comb on your head?" Fang Cheng took a sip of water and looked very calm.

"Why did you come here?"

Fang Cheng was impatient when he heard that she still repeated this sentence. He rose abruptly and reached for the comb on her head.

After he grabbed the wooden comb, he looked at it carefully. The comb looked old. There was a black mark on the comb handle. Fang Cheng guessed that if it was good, it should be the result of blood for a long time.

"Give it back! Give it back quickly!!!"

Fang Cheng's behavior seemed to annoy the old woman. She rushed up madly and wanted to take the wooden comb from his hand.

"Ka!" "Ka!" "Ka!"

The lights in the house flickered wildly.

"Zi -" with the last sound, the light suddenly went out.

The house fell back into darkness.

"Bang!"

The old woman was about to pounce on her body and fell straight to the ground. She didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Fang Cheng gently pinched the wooden comb in his hand: "this should be your noumenon."

With that, Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the complaining spirit in front of him.

A blood red dress was draped over him, and his long black hair danced in the air. The most terrible thing was his eyes. There were two holes. The whole face was like white paper, and a line of blood flowed down his eyes.

"All right, don't scare people." Fang Cheng squeezed a comb. "You should know that if the curse doesn't work for me, these magic methods are even more useless."