It’s a hot July day and the sun is shining brightly.
Song Li's swaggering red SUV broke down halfway, and he could only get into Bai Ming'an's bright yellow Beetle.
My ears started to suffer from this.
The two of them either ignore each other or talk to me separately, which is not the case.
The most troublesome thing is that every time one of them is chatting with me vigorously, the other one joins in as if they are competing, and there is no one to talk to me.
I only heard them bickering.
I was also blamed for being talkative.
Song Li looked at the oil gauge and said he was almost out of oil.
On a whim, I told him about an oil thief hiding in the oil tank.
I even told him very proudly that this Beetle could not do anything else.
One thing is that other good cars and luxury cars cannot compare.
We are not short of fuel.
Song Li was quite interested and said that some ghosts have really special habits.
He once followed his Taoist colleagues out to collect monsters.
It turned out that the so-called giant ghost monster was actually a greedy fat ghost who specialized in eating a kind of bugs on trees.
When there were not enough bugs to eat, he started to eat the trees when he was hungry. , by the time Song Li and the others conquered him, he was as big as half a football field.
I was listening with great interest when Bai Mingan interjected calmly: "You are still the same as before, you like to exaggerate the facts."
Song Li's beautiful eyes narrowed: "Telling stories must be plain and gentle, like someone telling the story from beginning to end like a monk chanting sutras, what's the point?"
Bai Ming'an's cold eyes twisted slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched mockingly.
Here we go again, I looked out the window helplessly, the scenery was rapidly retreating, but unfortunately the sound in my ears could not dissipate.
When we arrived in a neighboring town, they had another quarrel over hotel check-in.
Song Li thinks that we have just received a sum of income and are qualified to stay in a better hotel.
Bai Ming'an's reaction was very straightforward.
He went directly to the front desk and took out his ID: "Please book two rooms."
This directly excluded Song Li.
I silently took a step back.
Song Li pulled Bai Ming'an out and shouted angrily: "Ning Ning, Brother Song Li, I'm going to use violence.
You find a place to stay by yourself.
You are not allowed to come back until two hours."
I nodded obediently and did not forget to explain for them to the stunned front desk: "They are joking, you know.
Oh, by the way, let's have three rooms.
Also, is there a supermarket nearby?"
After completing the formalities at the front desk, I thought about leaving the room card with her and told her to wait until the two were "finished" before handing it over to them.
I left the hotel and was going to the supermarket.
I purposely walked around the supermarket for a long time and bought the must-have products for women, napkins, bottled pure water, anti-hunger jerky, biscuits, etc.
Then I paid the bill and rushed to the hotel.
I don’t know if Song Li infected me with bad luck, but the taxi stalled less than two minutes after it started.
The driver went down to check and shook his head at me, saying that he would call a tow truck to repair it.
I had no choice but to move my still-heated butt and get out of the car.
It was difficult to stop a car on this road.
I tried several times without success.
I simply walked with my bag while paying attention to the vehicles, and unknowingly walked into an alley.
I didn't notice it at first, but after walking for more than ten minutes, I found that I was still in the same place, and the surrounding scenery was still the same as it was at the beginning.
I immediately realized that something was wrong.
I looked around with vigilance.
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I was holding a heavy bag in my hand.
My hands were numb and sore.
I couldn't help but lift it up.
A black shadow passed by my eyes.
When I raised my head again, there was nothing there.
I swallowed and took a few steps back, but there was a scream from behind: "Ah, you stepped on me."
I was so frightened that I turned around suddenly and saw a six or seven-year-old boy squatting there, with his head lowered and his left hand He was holding his right hand and seemed to be in great pain.
I seemed to have stepped on something just now, so I quickly put down a bag, bent down and pressed his shoulder: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
The little boy suddenly raised his head.
His pale face was bleeding from all the orifices, and the gums of his grinning mouth were dripping with blood.
He grabbed my hand and opened his mouth to bite me.
It looked really scary at first glance.
In desperation, I threw the bag in my hand at him hard, and I heard him yell "Ouch" and suddenly disappeared.
I looked around in a panic, but I only heard the little boy crying in grievance: "She hit me, it hurts so much, oooooooo, I don't want to play anymore, it's not fun at all."
Another slightly smaller and equally childish voice sounded: "Stupid, you won't hide when her bag is thrown at you, stupid Lele."
The little boy named Lele cried even more sadly and said angrily: "You are so cruel, I don't want to play with you anymore, woo woo woo."
Along with the cry, the little boy's disappeared figure appeared in front of me again.
First he glanced at me timidly, and saw that I was holding the bag tightly in my hand.
His face turned pale, and big tears rolled down.
That looks so pitiful and pitiful.
He walked over in small steps, with tears and runny nose, lowered his head and said to me in a low voice: "I didn't mean to scare you, but it hurts so much when you hit me, woo woo woo."
I looked at his face that had returned to normal.
Without the horrible blood, it looked white, tender, and very cute.
He quickly put down the bag, squatted down and touched his little head to comfort him: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now.
Does it hurt if you call me Lele?"
I rubbed it a few times, and he sniffed.
His black and white eyes were still moist, but he twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his head very obediently: "It hurt just now, but now it only hurts a little bit."
His tone and expression were so naive that people couldn't associate him with dead people or ghosts.
I looked around and didn't find the other child talking, so I lowered my head and asked him: "Where is the brother who was talking to you just now?"
Lele giggled: "I'm not my brother.
Zimin is my sister.
She is right behind you."
I took advantage of the situation and looked back, and sure enough I saw a slightly pale kid squatting in front of the plastic bag I put down, digging in with his head buried in it.
When he met my gaze, he was holding some chewing gum in his hand and shouted happily.
Said: "Wow, what a big harvest, Lele, come on, what are you looking at if you have something to eat?"
When the kid saw me looking over, his expression immediately changed.
He was only eleven or twelve years old, taller than the average little girl, with short boyish hair, and a somewhat heroic appearance.
He said in a fierce tone: "Lele , come here quickly, she is an old witch, she will eat you."
I was speechless.
This is called thief and catch thief.
I took Lele’s hand, stood up and said to her kindly: "I am not an old witch, and I will not eat you.
The ghost that hit the wall just now was caused by you."
Ever since Song Li came, he would share some knowledge about ghosts with me from time to time.
I walked to the same place so many times just now, so I undoubtedly encountered a ghost.
The kid named Zi Min called out Lele again.
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Lele liked me very much and refused to go by my side.
The kid suddenly became angry and screamed.
The harsh sound waves penetrated the wall and the floor, almost shattering the eardrums.
I covered my ears, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a bucket of pure water on the ground and threw it at her: "Stop screaming":