blood fox

Chapter 3 Paper Man Festival

Seeing the black cat falling bloody and standing up with a limping leg, I felt a chill down my back. I wiped my itchy nose with the back of my hand indiscriminately, and hurried downstairs with my things in hand. .

The wind whistled in my ears, and I heard the faint sound of bells and the faint scent of incense.

The black cat seemed to be in the corridor, screaming shrilly.

I ran very fast, and ran downstairs in one breath. When I reached the place where the sun was shining outside, I slowed down a bit, only to find that the back of my hand was covered with blood, and there were drops of thick blood dripping on the ground.

I touched it with my backhand, and I don't know why I got a nosebleed.

There seemed to be something staring at me on my back, and I didn't even dare to turn my head. I pulled some paper, stuffed my nostrils, patted the back of my neck twice with my backhand, and ran directly to the property.

Wait for me to throw the white bag with my name on it at the property, let them adjust the surveillance, and then send someone to the door of the room where I live to look at those things.

Seeing the blood on my face, the real estate lady was a little scared, but she still had an expression of watching the excitement, and advised me to be kind to others and handle the relationship with neighbors well, meaning that I would be retaliated against if I offended someone.

However, at my strong request, I still took me to the door to see. I heard that a black cat had fallen to death, and I deliberately called the security guard.

I dared to go home again only when there were so many people.

When we went back, starting from the downstairs, the ground was covered with my nosebleeds, drops of fresh blood dripping on the ground, as if leading the way.

At the entrance of the corridor, the black cat was gone, and the blood that had flowed on the ground was gone, but the red paint that fell from the fire pipe was scattered all over the ground.

What's even more strange is that it was obvious that my nosebleeds started at the entrance of the corridor, but the drops of blood continued all the way to the door of my house.

However, at the door of my house, the box with my name written on it like a small coffin, and the humble small mourning hall where the rice bowl was wiped with incense are all gone.

I turned around the door suspiciously, not even the incense ash was left, but the drops of blood were very bloody and dazzling.

But I obviously didn't drip nosebleeds at the door!
Just as I was about to open the door to take a look, the property manager just looked at me coldly: "Maybe I didn't sleep well, or I had a lot of nosebleeds, and I had hallucinations. Young girls like you who have just entered the society always have delusions of being persecuted It’s been so many years, how many people still know about these feudal superstitions and old-fashioned things!”

But I still feel that this is weird, and with the strange expressions of those neighbors, I don't want to pay attention to the yin and yang of the property owner.

He said directly: "You help me settle the water and electricity bills. I'll go to the hospital to settle down with my roommate, and then I'll come back and return the rent."

This place is so weird, if it wasn't for the male voice who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost to wake me up last night, and let Yang Hui hang around like this for a night, I would have gone from shock to death.

What if I tried on the bracelet instead?

He died last night!
Even if it's cheap, I don't have the guts to live here anymore.

No matter what the property owner said, the deposit was not refundable, and he was in a hurry to leave here.

But when I turned the corridor, I heard something from the fire pipes on the floor.

And something fell, like pieces, from my head to my shoulders.

I quickly took two steps forward, reached out and patted the debris on my shoulder, it was the peeling red paint on the fire pipe.

One side is bright red thin skin, and the other side is still rusty. It fell on the back of my hand piece by piece, and it fit well on those nosebleeds, as if the red paint was dried blood. Nosebleeds fused together.

But when I looked up at the fire pipe, there was nothing scratching on it, and I don't know why the paint fell off so badly.

As I was watching, the property management ran after me angrily. Seeing that I was still standing at the entrance of the corridor, I guess I thought I regretted it, and said to me with a smile: "Little sister, our community is really the cheapest nearby. of……"

She happened to be standing under the fire pipe, and pieces of red paint were sprinkled on her head from time to time.

As she spoke, she waved her hands and flicked her hair, removing the fallen paint flakes out of nowhere.

He said to me: "You just entered the society, and it's not easy to work, so don't waste your deposit. I..."

She felt that the rust flakes of the red paint were falling more and more, and sighed: "The fire pipes, this year we will have a major renovation and repaint."

It was probably a bit annoying to fall, so she stretched out her hand to flick her bangs: "Think about it for yourself."

But when she let go of her hand, there was a streak of blood between her fingers.

The property owner himself was startled, stood where he was and flicked his fingers, then turned his hand to touch his head, and then slowly lifted it up.

Just when she looked up, a black shadow with blood and red rust slapped down on her face.

I vaguely heard the man's soft sigh again, followed by the property's screaming and jumping.

The black cat didn't know whether it was dead or alive, it landed on the face of the property owner, and then slid down to the ground with blood in it, but the cat's eyes were still staring at me deeply.

I don't know if it's because of the landing twitch, or because of something, but it's still writhing.

The cat's eye itself is weird. It is said that the cat's eye is evil. If you are watched by a cat in the middle of the night, you will be seduced.

I couldn't help but took two steps back, but forgot that I was already standing on the edge of the stairs in order to avoid the peeling red paint on the fire pipe.

As I stepped back, my head was dizzy for a while, my heels stepped on the ground, and my body suddenly fell down.

At that moment, it seemed that the black cat stood up again suddenly, stepped on the bloody water, and rushed towards me.

I screamed in fright, and then felt a tightness in my waist, one hand supported my waist, and pushed me to the handrail of the stairs next to me.

Survival instinct made me grab the escalator, and turned my head quickly, only to find a pale and handsome face half floating under the banister of the stairs, with one arm still half wrapped around my waist.

Seeing me staring at him, a sad look flashed across his face, he shook his head at me, and said softly, "Go, don't come back."

Following him, he sank slowly along the hollow in the middle of the stairs and disappeared.

There seemed to be a faint smoke floating in the middle of the stairs, with a smell of burning paper.

I lay on the armrest, looked down at the face disappearing like smoke, and felt my heart stopped beating.

This voice is the one that woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to "go".

I'm... what the hell?

But thinking of the dead cat that was still rushing towards me, I quickly turned my head to look, only to find that the property owner was covered in blood, kicking the black cat away angrily, wiping his face with a tissue, and facing the security guard. Shouting angrily, he strode down.

There was blood under her feet. The corridors in this community have been used for many years without anti-skid, and she walked in a hurry, so as soon as her feet reached the stairs, they slid down.

I wanted to stretch out my hand to give her a hand, but the armrest seemed to shake violently. I was so scared that I quickly let go of the armrest and ran up two steps.

But then there was a scream from the property owner. When she slid down, one leg got stuck in the old handrail.

The handrails in this old community were all welded with small steel bars, and some of the welds were rusted off. When the property owner stepped over, the rusted steel bars happened to penetrate her leg.

The bright red blood slid over the small rusty steel bar, which was a bit like the flakes of red paint that fell off just now...

The screeching cry cut through the entire corridor, and I vaguely heard the cat's miserable screaming.

The leg that was penetrated by the steel bar was the one where she kicked the dead cat.

If it wasn't for the man who helped me just now, and I fell down, I'm afraid it would be the same?

The security guard wanted to help the property owner to prevent her from falling again, and yelled at me: "Go downstairs and ask someone to come up and help."

I just woke up from the shock, hurried downstairs to call for help, and called an ambulance.

But when I ran out of the corridor, I smelled a strong smell of burning paper. I saw an old lady with silver hair holding a basin to burn paper under the corridor, and she was reading something while burning.

He even threw the folded paper figurines into the fire.

She seemed to feel that I was looking at her, and she said to me while burning the paper: "I'm back, it's good to be back! Don't leave when you come back..."

Her tone was very much like that of a child that the old man had seen for a long time before returning home, her words were earnest, but I don't know her!
That faint voice, reflecting the light of burning paper, seemed extremely strange in the narrow corridor.

The paper figurine she held in her hand was very much like the white paper bag that held the bracelet.

And looking at the flames rising from the brazier, I felt nausea in my stomach. The paper stuffed in my nose seemed to be soaked with blood, and it fell straight down, with big drops of blood falling down. .

I hastily took out another piece of paper to plug my nostrils that were constantly bleeding. The old lady stared at me with dim eyes under the firelight, and kept saying quietly, "Don't leave when you come back", even if you were standing in the sun, I just feel cold all over.

Just at this time the emergency call was connected, and I quickly picked up the phone, trying to tell the location over there.

But as soon as she turned her head, she saw that the white-haired old lady picked up another paper figure and threw it into the fire.

I caught a glimpse of two characters written on the back of the paper figurine: Yun Miao.

(End of this chapter)