MTL - What’s Wrong With Seeking Death?-Chapter 19

City F, Plum Blossom Apartment.

It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining in the sky, but the apartment lobby was dark and cool. When Xu Tuoran dragged his suitcase into the lobby, he bumped into a family who was busy moving things to the truck outside, with a hurried expression, it didn't look like he was about to move, but rather he wanted to run for his life.

The truck drove away with a clatter before the door was closed, and the whole apartment became silent.

In the silence, there was a bit of lifelessness.

In the corner of the hall is the duty room of the apartment administrator. A short, fat middle-aged man is leaning against the small window of the duty room, talking to the administrator inside. Xu Tuoran dragged the suitcase over to say hello, and got the room key from the administrator - it was left here by the assistant. The rental contract was settled by him, and the key is naturally in his hands. He couldn't catch up with something today, so he had to ask the administrator to pass it on.

"1501...isn't it?" The elderly administrator struggled to confirm it, Xu Tuoran nodded his thanks and took the key. The middle-aged man on the side seemed to have caught some key words, and quickly glanced at her.

Xu Tuoran turned a blind eye and dragged the suitcase to the elevator. As soon as he stepped in, he saw the middle-aged man quickly following him.

"Sorry, wait, I'm going up too... Hey, thank you." He exhaled, looked at the slowly closing elevator door in front of him, hesitated for a moment, turned his head and smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Luo Yu, I live on the 16th floor .”

Xu Tuoran glanced at him and responded politely, and the two of them regarded it as a greeting.

The elevator began to move up, and the old machine made a harsh running sound. Xu Tuoran noticed a piece of paper pasted inside the elevator—

[This apartment needs to conduct a safety inspection of the stairs on the 14th and 24th of each month. Please refrain from using the stairs that day. Apartment residents are requested to pass reminders to each other. 】

It's kind of weird. Xu vainly thought, I only heard that the elevator is going to be overhauled and cannot be used, but it is the first time I have heard that the stairs are not allowed to be used.

As if noticing the confusion in her eyes, Luo Yu coughed and explained: "This has been done a long time ago, and it is said that the community requested it to be arranged."

Xu Tuoran said "oh", his eyes were still glued to the notice: "Check twice a month, which is strict enough."

Luo Yu laughed twice and didn't answer any more. After a while, I spoke again after deliberating: "Speaking of which, you...why would you want to live in a room on the 15th floor?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Haven't you heard? Those things about the 15th floor?"

"Which one are you referring to?" Xu Turan didn't change his face, "Is it the tenants who disappeared half a year ago, or the live broadcast team disappeared half a month ago?"

"...all of them." Luo Yu didn't seem to expect her attitude to be so calm, but choked for a moment, "But the one with the most rumors was two years ago..."

"The serial murderer incident two years ago?" Xu Tuoran said indifferently, "I heard about it."

When she reached this point, she suddenly stopped, as if she didn't want to talk any more. On the other hand, Luo Yu, who was next to him, suddenly coughed mysteriously.

"How should I put it, the things are indeed what you said, but in reality, there are more than that." Luo Yu said meaningfully, "A lot of people have moved out of this apartment because of those things, but there are also some people, so And moved in. What Internet celebrities, anchors, those who want to catch the heat, those who are purely curious...they are all here to 'seek excitement', you understand?"

Xu Tuoran let out a "hmm", but his expression didn't change. Luo Yu observed her expression, and pointed out: "That house, people come and go. At present, it is said that only one live broadcast team is missing, but in private, who knows."

Xu Turan was thoughtful: "What do you mean?"

"Uncle sees that you are young, so I whispered to you. The fate of those people is actually not very good-"looking for excitement", sometimes, it is "looking for death". It is not bad if you can save a life gone."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Xu Tuoran: "Little sister, you must cherish your life first."

Xu Tuoran didn't answer, but only looked back at his trolley suitcase.

Luo Yu followed her gaze and smiled softly: "Don't blame me for talking too much. It's because your suitcase is too eye-catching... I saw it on the Internet. Is it a big brand? One can cost tens of thousands. Uncle can see that you definitely don't live here because of lack of money..."

That's why he came here specially to "raise a point".

Xu Tuoran gave a faint "hmm", paused, and suddenly said, "I hear what you mean, the ones who are still staying in this apartment are not because of lack of money, or because they are looking for excitement?"

She looked up suddenly, and glanced at the precious watch in the other's hand and the emerald green jade plate on the neck, her beautiful eyes revealed a bit of scrutiny: "Then why do you live here, uncle?"

Luo Yu: "..."

He opened his mouth and laughed dryly, and hid the jade plaque on his chest under his clothes: "It's fake, it's all fake. It's made of glass. Your uncle is poor."

Xu Tuoran: "Oh."

She turned her face away indifferently, not knowing whether she believed it or not. Luo Yu stood beside him with an uncomfortable expression, and the atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became awkward.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for this embarrassment to come to an end - with a "ding dong", the fifteenth floor arrived.

Looking at the slowly opening elevator door in front of him, Luo Yu breathed a sigh of relief. However, in the next moment, a scene that puzzled him appeared—

I saw Xu Tuoran dragging the suitcase and stepping out of the elevator door. After standing for two seconds, he stepped back.

Luo Yu:?

"Sister, what are you doing?" He glanced at the floor notification above the elevator, and suddenly felt guilty, "Fifteenth floor, we're here."

"?" Xu Tuoran tilted his head, but what he said made him startled, "Is this really the fifteenth floor?"

"Of course it's the fifteenth floor." He rubbed his nose, "Doesn't all the elevators show the fifteenth floor..."

Xu Turan took a deep look at him, then looked at the display above the elevator, silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, that should be it."

She dragged the suitcase and went out again. Halfway there, she suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, by the way, is there anyone at the house downstairs?"

She waited to tidy up the house for fear of disturbing others. Better go and say hello.

Luo Yu quickly waved his hands: "No, no. The thirteenth...the thirteenth, and the fourteenth floor have all been vacated and no one lives in them."

"That's good." Xu Tuoran seemed to smile, and then dragged the suitcase and walked out.

The elevator doors closed again. Through the gap in the door, Luo Yu kept watching her figure, and he was really relieved until he confirmed that she had entered the door.

The phone rang at this time, Luo Yu answered the phone, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows:

"Hello, Brother Luo? I'm sorry, I just went upstairs... Yes, someone moved in again, let me 'remind' something..."

"Who else could it be? Another little girl who came here looking for something to do. She was full and had nothing to do, so she came to explore the haunted house... I knew at a glance that she must be free. What else can I do? I don't know how to live or die."

"Well, yes, she was not allowed to go up to the fifteenth floor...it's okay, I can handle it well."

Luo Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, his originally gentle face was suddenly covered with a layer of sternness.

"Isn't she just looking for excitement? Then tonight, give her some excitement. Keep her out tomorrow. Don't worry, there will be no delay."

At the same time, on the other side.

Holding the suitcase, Xu Tuoran looked around in his new house, thoughtful.

It's strange—she thought inexplicably, why haven't you clicked the reminder yet?

No matter whether she entered the fifteenth floor from the elevator or opened the door to enter 1501, she never received a reminder that the death value had increased. This is too strange.

As for this house... Xu Tuoran walked around the living room and wiped the table with his hand. It looked exactly like what I saw in the picture. There is indeed some strange atmosphere inside the house, but compared to the picture, it seems to be much weaker...

Xu was silent in vain.

No, no, no? These days, is it possible that even haunted houses are going to engage in false marketing? what is this? the image is only a reference?

Xu Tuoran couldn't understand it, but it's all here, so it's not good to move back immediately - besides, she was looking for a haunted house, it was just to give full play to the "complicated and confusing" effect and earn some death value, the other party was so fierce In place, this is not a big problem.

Xu Tuoran calmed down and immediately began to tidy up the house. There are a lot of packages in the living room at this time, all of which were placed in advance after the assistant bought them for her. Everything from bedding to assembled furniture.

He originally planned to hire someone to help Xu Tuoran complete the cleaning and furniture arrangement. But Xu Tuoran didn't like this very much, so he refused, and now he packed up alone, quite skillfully.

The suitcase that she had dragged all the way was lying casually on the ground. The combination lock automatically popped open, and a black shadow crawled out of it in a dizzy state, turned around twice as if drunk, and poked its head straight into the wall.

Xu Tuoran pretended not to see it, and walked past it with the brand new silk quilt bought by his assistant in his arms. Heiying noticed Xu Turan's figure, and seemed to have finally remembered what he was here for, and followed instinctively. Halfway through, he staggered again, and the whole shadow fell into a ball and rolled to the edge of the window.

The windows are ajar for ventilation. Xu Tuoran was wiping the bed boards, when he turned his head and saw the black shadow leaning against the window, he thought it was trying to run away, frowned, and suddenly raised his voice: "Why do you want to go? Come back!"

The black figure was startled by her and got up in a daze. Finally, its dignity was still there, and it didn't really return to Xu Tuoran's side. It turned around a few times by itself, found a cool and dark corner, hugged its knees, and gradually disappeared.

Xu Turan: ...

I don't know if it's because of her skills. Since the arrival of two, three, four, five, and six treasures, this black shadow's behavior has become more and more retarded.

Xu Tuoran shook her head, walked over to close the window, and looked down by the way—the voice she spoke just now was a bit loud, and she was a little worried that the voice would float out of the window and cause misunderstandings.

Fortunately, the balcony downstairs is closed. She remembered what Luo Yu had said that no one lived on the thirteenth or fourteenth floors, so she felt relieved and shrank her head back.

The window was snapped shut. Almost at the same time, the balcony window downstairs was pushed open.

Yang Buqi looked out with his head, with a slightly surprised expression.

There was still a bit of sleepiness on his face—he had rushed to the plum blossom apartment non-stop since he received the notice, and lived in the room vacated for him by the Renxinyuan, where he was trying to catch up on sleep.

I was trying to fix it, but suddenly felt a chill from an evil thing, and I woke up instinctively.

But it's strange... the chill was fleeting, but now I can't feel it at all.

He wasn't quite sure if he was making a fuss. As far as he knows, this apartment has already been sold by the Renxinyuan, and people with abilities from the Renxinyuan often patrol and search the apartment. And on their side, they always like to use weak and abominable things as props...

Maybe the aura I felt just now was a "prop" from a certain Renxinyuan.

Yang Buqi thought to himself, but in the end, because he was too exhausted, he fell back on the hard bed, which was simply covered with a mahjong mat.

That night, at two o'clock in the morning.

Xu Tuoran cleaned up all afternoon and most of the night by himself. He was very tired and fell asleep soundly.

Outside her room door, an extra figure had appeared at some point, looking expressionlessly at the closed anti-theft door in front of her.

Compared with the one seen in the afternoon, there is a gossip-shaped sticker on the anti-theft door at this time, occupying nearly a third of the door panel, and a hole was dug in the middle, revealing a round cat's eye.

Looking at this nondescript outfit, Luo Yu sneered on the spot.

They have already moved into the haunted house, and they still have to stick this kind of thing on the door. I really don't know whether to say that Ye Gong loves dragons, or whether he should act and stand up.

He shook his head, took out a palm-sized doll from his arms, took a step back, and placed the doll on the ground against the door panel.

"Same as the previous request. Scare the people who live in this room away." Luo Yu said coldly, "Don't really hurt people's lives. It's a little tricky. The rest is up to you."

The doll he put on the ground was wearing a children's suit, with two spots of plateau red on his face, and a bright and weird smile.

The plastic neck turned, and he looked at Luo Yu and said with a smile, "Is it okay to grab some flesh and blood?"

"It's up to you. Just don't make trouble." Luo Yu said impatiently.

The doll giggled, hugging the door panel with her two small hands, her body suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke—the next second, the black smoke gathered again, and someone else had already appeared in the house.

The doll used both hands and feet, and walked towards the master bedroom familiarly. After touching the door of the master bedroom, he didn't rush in, but took off one of his eyeballs and rolled in through the crack of the door.

The eyeballs rolled a few times by inertia, and finally stopped obliquely in front of the head of the bed.

Eyeballs rolled, trying to observe the situation in the bedroom. For some reason, the vision that was very clear in the past is now a little foggy, and the whole eyeball is a little uncomfortable.

The doll didn't think much about it, she just thought it was her eyeballs stained with dust, and was about to take it back. Suddenly noticing a few strange figures standing on the bedside table, he couldn't help being startled, and moved towards them curiously.

A ray of moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating the things on the bedside table.

A rag doll—twice his size, with cascading black hair.

There was also a mirror, a book, a set of puppets, and a camera with a picture on it.

...the eyeballs can't talk. But these things in front of him made him instinctively feel a little bad. At this moment, there was a slight sound on the originally quiet bedside table.

The hair of the rag doll began to grow like life, and a creepy smile appeared on the pale face; the eyes of the puppets on horseback lit up with green light, and they put the flute to their lips, and thin branches protruded from the flute , pierced straight into their lips, but they didn't seem to feel the pain, their faces were full of obsession and madness.

The blood-stained old book was opened by itself, and a skinless human hand protruded from the pages. The red flesh was shocking; the broken mirror was suddenly covered with a layer of cold mist, and inside the mirror, a white shadow was getting closer and closer. close.

The photo on the Polaroid fell to the ground by itself, and a distorted figure with long hair covering its face climbed out of the photo. She tried her best to crawl towards the bed, rolled up her red eyes, and stretched out her webbed palms towards Xu Furan who was sleeping soundly on the bed—

In the next second, she was beaten.

A tuft of black hair lashed her arm violently. The doll looked over with cold eyes, and the figure looking at her seemed to be looking at a piece of garbage.

"Who are you... who are you..." The doll moved its lips and struggled to squeeze out words. Before it could finish, someone pressed the back of its head and slapped it **** the table.

It was the ghostly hand protruding from the book that pressed it. It didn't seem to notice what it had photographed, it just grabbed around indiscriminately, trying to find something to use it to continue crawling out.

But the rag doll was furious, its black hair rolled towards the ghost's hand, and when it struggled to be free, it knocked over the wooden carvings to the ground. The wood carvings cursed and supported each other to stand up, and they were not in the mood to continue to put on any crazy expressions. They launched a collective charge towards the rag doll, stepping on the broken mirror mercilessly on the way, and forced the white doll that was about to emerge from the mirror. The shadow stepped back again...

"Fuck...you...father..." The overturned doll couldn't help cursing. Seeing that no one cared about her, the female ghost who crawled out of the photo tentatively stretched out her hand to Xu Tuoran again, but before her hand came close, she was slapped away by the black hair of the doll again—the one on the side was also slapped away by the same blow. of old books. The thick pages of the book were forcibly closed, and then pushed out more than ten centimeters by the wood carvings. They just slid onto the broken mirror and covered half of the mirror.

After a lot of difficulty, it finally floated to the white shadow on the edge of the mirror again: "..."

It knocked on the mirror aggrievedly, wanting the thing pressing on the mirror to move its big butt. Just after knocking twice, the old book opened again by itself, covering the other half of the mirror tightly. The big skinless hand stretched out from the page again, and the first thing it did when it came out was to point an angry **** at the air.

This provocative action aroused the same hatred among the dolls and puppets. In the next moment, they all rushed towards the big flesh and blood hand.

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

In the chaos, there was a bit of shock.

...The little doll outside the door was dumbfounded.

Is this something I can watch without paying?

Should I run away first?

The little baby was stiff all over, and subconsciously wanted to recall her eyeballs first.

At this moment, I heard a rustling sound—it came from behind the eyeballs.

The doll froze. Reluctantly, he controlled his eyes and turned half a circle back, and saw a group of black shadows in the shape of a human being quietly stretching behind him, and a terrifying aura rushed towards his face.

...!

The doll is silly. Eyeballs are also silly. The eyeballs reacted slowly and began to roll, and before they rolled far, they were pinched back by the black shadow with two fingers.

Then, I saw it carefully put its eyeballs in front of its eyes.

He leaned down, pressed his **** and thumb together, aimed at the plastic eyeball, and flicked hard—

The plastic eyeballs immediately rolled forward. The doll and his eyeballs couldn't be too far apart, the eyeballs rolled away, and even brought him into the room involuntarily, and fell into the bedroom with a plop.

All the non-human beings who were being torn apart turned their heads in unison, and their cold eyes swept over, like ice picks, piercing the bone marrow.

The overwhelming pressure almost frightened the doll soft. He stood up with difficulty, patted his suit pants: "Go ahead, ignore me. I'll go back first..."

Eh, wait.

Where am I going back?

After all, who am I? where am i What am I going to do?

What are those things in front of you? Why are they staring at me like that? Why do they stare at me? Is it big to be big? Why are my eyeballs there? Who took it?

Consciousness became hazy, various inexplicable thoughts swirled in his mind, and finally turned into a childish provocation:

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to hit me?"

The big flesh and blood hands and wood carvings who were tearing into a ball: "..."

"Get... it..." the rag doll hissed and roared, its long black hair dancing wildly in the darkness.

On the bed—as if disturbed by this noise, Xu Tuoran frowned in his sleep, turned over impatiently, pulled up the thin and soft quilt, and covered his head tightly.

His breathing quickly recovered, and he slept soundly.

Early the next morning.

Looking at the psychic objects that were tilted over the table, Xu Tuoran raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You guys were so intense yesterday." She said, picked up a strand of black hair from the ground, put it back next to the doll, turned her eyes, and suddenly said "ah".

"Why is there another one?" She played with the doll in a suit that she had never seen before with great interest, her eyes fell on the puppet, "Your son?"

Ragdoll:…

Let your uncle fart.

Xu was happy in vain. She didn't expect that she could raise one more Gu after raising it. But this child doesn't seem to be very good - when Xu Tuoran picked it up, it only increased the death value by two points, and the others were less than half of it.

Of course Xu Tuoran didn't know that it was because the kid was beaten up last night, and half his life was almost gone now. She studied it for a while, then put the doll next to the puppet, turned her head to switch on the cell phone that had been switched on all night, and let out another "huh".

There was an extra video on her phone. It is synchronized from the smart cat's eye at the door.

The smart cat's eye was also bought by the assistant, and a gossip sticker was also purchased. In the assistant's words, this is called anti-theft and anti-ghost grasping.

Xu Turan couldn't bear to brush off his kindness, so he put both things on. Because the gossip stickers will cover the smart cat's eyes, she can only dig a small hole in the middle, which also makes the smart cat's eyes very inconspicuous. From the outside, it is estimated to be similar to ordinary cat's eyes.

The smart cat's eye is connected to Xu Tuoran's phone. When a suspicious object is captured, it will automatically record and sync to her mobile phone.

She clicked on the video, and the first thing she saw was Luo Yu's sneering face.

Then, she saw the other party take out something from his pocket—

Xu Tuoran suddenly realized "Oh", and his eyes fell on the male doll in the suit again.

"So that's how it is." She smiled lightly, "So it's not the younger son, but a little assassin."

"Then do you know what will happen once you are caught as an assassin?"

She patted the doll's head with her finger, with a kind smile on her face. The latter was trembling, and for some reason, he had the urge to tremble.

What about the **** human who sent me in—he was squealing like a screaming chicken in his head.

Hurry up and get me out!

At the same time, Xu Tuoran went downstairs.

While brushing his teeth, Yang Buqi answered the phone call from his boss.

The purpose of the boss is very clear, that is, to give feedback on the report submitted by Yang Buqi, and to inform Xu Tuoran of where he is by the way. Yang Buqi was in a hurry to enter the second half, the first half was only absent-minded "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", he glanced out of the window unconsciously, then suddenly "hmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Yang Buqi?" Sensing his sudden silence, the boss frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing." Yang Buqi's voice seemed a little strange, "Sister Zhang, you said before that you have found Xu Tuoran's location..."

"Well, yes." The boss nodded, "It's a coincidence. Now she-"

"Could it be in Plum Blossom Apartment?"

Yang Buqi subconsciously interfaced.

The boss was surprised: "How do you know? Did you see her?"

"...Not yet." Yang Buqi said, his eyes fell on the dangling male doll in a suit hanging from his neck with a rope outside the window.

First and foremost, it was an abomination. It is estimated to be around the firefly level.

Secondly, it is certain that this thing was lowered with a rope by the person who went up to the next floor.

Although there was no expression on the other party's face, Yang Buqi could clearly feel that "help" was written all over his face.

"My guess."

After a moment of silence, Yang Buqi whispered.