Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 707: Personal models

"There is no problem with the other walls, only the wall connected to the painter's house is extremely damp, as if soaked in water all year round." I wouldn't care too much if it was a bathroom or a kitchen, but here is A woman's bedroom, sleeping in such a humid and smelly place every day, she

Can it be tolerated?

The paint on the wall was painted later, which is different from the color of the wall itself.

I wanted to find out why the wall was damp, so I picked an inconspicuous corner and used my nails to buckle the wall off.

"What's this?" As the outer layer of wall peeled off, a finger-thick hole caught my attention.

The hole is small, facing the woman's bed.

"It's not high, it's not low, it doesn't look like it's left by nails for hanging things..." I squatted down and looked towards the hole with my discerning eye. It seemed to be covered with red paint, making it difficult to see clearly.

"The new layer of paint is to cover this small hole?" I ran my fingers across the wall, touched it with my fingertips, and soon found similar holes in several other corners: "More than one, this thing What exactly do you do?"

The hole was facing the bed, and I imagined myself as a drunk woman, sitting on the bed, staring at the hidden hole behind the wall skin.

"Is there some kind of pattern in the arrangement of the holes?" Whoever stares at the holes in the wall at night must not sleep well, and it is no wonder that women paint the walls a second time. "I always feel that something is wrong. The red paint I saw through the hole just now has a strange color, a bit like..." I accidentally pressed my hand on the pillow, and the touch from my fingertips made me stunned. The stuffing in the pillow is not silk. , bean skin, but a kind of animal hair without flexibility

Something like that.

Driven by curiosity, I unzipped the zipper on the pillowcase, shook it slightly, and a large mass of black and thick hair fell out!

"There are hairs hidden in the pillow? That woman sleeps with this thing every night?" I grabbed one of the strands and lifted it up. Black braid!

As long as a man's arm, bound with black rope with the ends fanning out.

When I saw the long black braids, the first thing I thought of was the legend told by the store owner that the woman with the black umbrella had two such braids.

"Does it look good? I made it up myself." The voice came from behind me, suddenly, without any warning. I turned my neck stiffly, and saw that drunk woman stood up at some point, she was leaning against the bedroom door, her body was as light as a feather, but her eyes made me feel very heavy, the emotion contained in those eyes It's very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words

Chu.

There are guards, doubts, disgust, and a trace of unspeakable pain.

"Are you... awake?" I smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly changed the subject: "It seems that the hangover medicine works quite well."

"Headache is killing me." The woman held the door with her hand and walked staggeringly: "You sent me back?"

"Is there anyone else besides me?" I picked up the long black braid: "Why are you braiding this thing? It looks quite scary."

"What? Are you scared?" The woman bit her lips lightly, and walked towards me. When she was approaching the bed, she didn't know if it was intentional, her calf softened, and she fell towards my chest.

Holding the bed with one hand and exerting strength on one leg, when the woman fell down, I dodged to the side.

She knelt down on her knees, her upper body thrown into the mattress.

Lonely men and widows live in the same room, and the other party seems to deliberately create an opportunity to seduce. If the tender meat delivered to his mouth is served by another person, he will probably eat it half-heartedly. After all, as long as a man is impulsive, he will be short-term. Hormonal domination.

Frankly speaking, this skinny woman has a different kind of allure. She looks very delicate, like a rose growing above the grave.

The surface is gorgeous and fragrant, and each petal is like a work of art. But if you dig deep down, you can find that its rhizome has already pierced the coffin and is drawing nutrients from the corpse.

Such a woman is unacceptable, her inner sickness will destroy everything sooner or later.

I don't have any intention of helping the drunk woman. She knelt for a long time, kept this posture, turned her upper body, looked at me sideways, with a bit of resentment in her eyes: "Can you help me?"

"If I don't help you, are you going to kneel here for the rest of your life?" I kept a distance from the woman and smiled.

"I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all." The woman rubbed her red knees and climbed onto the mattress, like a sparrow returning to its nest, folded its wings and curled up on the side of the sheet.

"Now that you've hangovered, stop pretending to be asleep. I have a few questions I want to ask you." I sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to have any physical contact with the woman.

"Don't know."

Before I asked, the woman put a pillow over her head and covered her face.

This was her unintentional move, but in my opinion, there was a hint of horror.

The black hair in the pillowcase mixed with hers, covering her face as if she had no face at all.

Seeing this scene, I thought of the legend about the woman with the black umbrella again, it was so similar, it was so similar.

I hesitated for a moment, and instead of asking directly, I asked some irrelevant questions: "What's your name? I'm not afraid to drive into the reservoir alone at night when I'm drunk. Saved your life."

"Then what do you want? How do you want me to repay you?" The woman took the pillow away, brushed her hair back, revealing a delicate face. , showing her fair shoulders.

"It's fine to repay, I just want to know why you live in this crappy place?" I pointed to the damp and smelly wall.

"I'm happy, can you control it? Asking questions, did you see a ghost when you sent me up?" The woman was paralyzed on the bed, occupying most of the entire bed by herself.

"I haven't seen a ghost, but I have seen a few neighbors who are scarier than ghosts."

"Neighbor? Who have you seen?!" Before I could finish my sentence, the woman raised her head with a nervous expression and a hint of worry in her eyes.

"The blind old lady on the second floor, and a weird guy who lives next to you, his eyes are bloodshot." I told the drunken woman exactly what happened after I entered the red building, and she was relieved after listening. He patted his chest with an inconspicuous arc: "You are so lucky, nine out of ten people living in this building are abnormal, and it just so happened that you met the few who were more normal

A. "

"These two people are still normal?" I don't know how to answer, in my opinion, no matter the painter or the blind grandma, there must be secrets hidden in them.

"Does it have something to do with you? Are you planning to move into this building too?" The woman looked at me and grabbed my clothes.

I stood up from the bed, and I always found it difficult to talk to this woman. She answered irrelevant questions, and seemed to be hiding it on purpose.

Time is limited, and the live broadcast is about to start, so I don't intend to waste any time with her, so I went straight to the showdown: "Can you tell me about the specific situation of every tenant in your building? Let's start with you. "

I fixed my eyes on the woman, trying to see something from her, but unfortunately I didn't get much.

"You're not from Jinghai, are you?" The woman Lianshan flashed a trace of suspicion, but she quickly covered it up: "The local people's expressions change when they talk about this ghost place, and they won't come here at all. It seems that you Like me, they all came to work in Jinghai from other places."

"Aren't you from Jinghai?" I was a little surprised.

"To be precise, I've only been in Jinghai for three months." The woman stretched out her finger, speaking vaguely, with a hint of drunkenness.

"Then what do you do? Why do you live here?"

"You really have a lot of questions." The woman rubbed her temples: "My name is Bai Ya'er, and I'm a body model." "Body? A model?" My eyes swept over the woman's body unscrupulously, with beautiful lines and skinny , is indeed very suitable to be a model: "I see that your house is well-organized, and your mobile phone and handbag are expensive. No matter how you look at it, you shouldn't live in this crappy place.

. "

The red building is dirty and messy, there is no need for her to wrong herself for the sake of getting cheap.

"Don't worry about why I live here, and why should I tell you? I can live wherever I want, and it has something to do with you?" I heard something different in the words.

As soon as the reason for living in the red building was mentioned, the woman immediately turned her face. It seemed that there was some kind of relationship between this woman and the red building, and she had to live in the red building.

Thoughts collided in my head, and I went through all the information. I glanced at the holes on the wall and suddenly thought of a question.

The woman's career is a body model, and her neighbor is a painter, and there is an intersection between the two professions.

"Neighbors, walls, holes..."

I vaguely seemed to catch something, and was about to think in this direction, but was interrupted by Bai Ya'er's words: "Did you make a lot of noise when you went upstairs?"

"It's not too big, just turned on the voice-activated lights on the first floor." My thoughts were interrupted, and I was a little depressed.

"Have you turned on the light?" Bai Ya'er propped up the mattress with both hands, half-sitting on the bed: "Then after you go upstairs, I mean after you leave the first floor, when you haven't made any sound, the first floor Did the sound-activated light of the phone suddenly light up by itself?"

Bai Ya'er's words were a little confusing, but I understood what she meant immediately, because I clearly remembered that when I went up to the middle of the second and third floors, the voice-activated lights on the first floor turned on inexplicably For a moment, it was as if an invisible man had passed by.

"After I left the first floor, the voice-activated light on that floor did turn on again. At that time, I thought it was the aging of the wiring, so I didn't pay attention." I told the truth, and after I finished speaking, I found that the woman's face changed Very bad, her tooth crown was trembling, and it took a long time to say three words: "It's coming..."