Chapter 20: Er Liang (1)

  It seems that I won't be able to get any useful information from my father. There are countless people who claim they want to write a one-of-a-kind story, and I'm neither the first nor the last. Just based on this single sentence, Father says I'm very similar to that ancestor of mine - isn't he being a bit too rash and boring? If I had that ancestor's painting skills, I would definitely not say I want to write a one-of-a-kind book, but rather vow to paint all the beautiful women in the world, and compare with Tang Bohu's "Eight Beauties".

  Imagination is just imagination, I still have to continue to work hard on my creation. Xiaorui said that only when I write a horror book that can move him can he agree to be my boyfriend. My life seems to be returning to normal, without those messy things disturbing me, and I can calm down and think about my creation again.

  Because I drank, the whole afternoon was just sleeping. After dinner, I sent a text message to Xiaorui again, but she didn't reply until after 9 pm. She said that because mobile phones were not allowed during work hours, she only saw my message now and apologized first, then asked me to wait for her at XX Park.

  The beauty had an appointment with me, of course I didn't dare to be careless, I tidied up my clothes in front of the mirror and rushed to where Xiaohua said.

  I chuckled twice, and Xiao Rui gave me a white eye, saying: "Really no effort, you just use that white wall and Er Liang as material isn't it good? Come over, I'll help you think."

  According to Xiaohui's theory, one must first scare oneself before scaring others. To set the atmosphere, she spoke in a very low tone, which made me have to lean in close to her so as not to miss a single word. Of course, this was something I was more than happy to do, since it allowed me to be in close proximity to her under the guise of trying to hear what she was saying.

  I have to say that Xiaorui is a genius at telling stories. The story she casually told me, whether in terms of plot setting or atmosphere creation, far surpasses what I've written before. I couldn't help but exclaim: "Xiaorui, you're not simple at all! If you were to write horror stories, I estimate that half of the writers in the same genre would starve to death."

  Xiao Wei's face was full of pride: "Of course, you don't even see who I am. I've seen so many ghost stories, not a single one has scared me."

  Looking at her complacent appearance, I suddenly chuckled twice, and Xiao Rui vigilantly asked: "What's so sinister?"

  I stroked my chin and said in a gloomy tone: "Then I'll tell you a story that happened right here in this park."

  I was talking about Lao Chu's story, because this park is where Lao Chu had the accident. Of course, people who haven't seen that letter would just think it was a normal accident, but I know much more than others. At this time, I told the story according to what was written in the letter, and Xiao Rui's face did change color.

  I was secretly pleased with myself, thinking that as long as I continued to take advantage of the situation, I might have a chance to get close to her. So, with a sly smile on my face, I continued: "The place where Old Chu died is just up ahead, do you dare to go take a look? Maybe you can still hear the sound of his footsteps."

  Xiaohui's face began to turn pale, I was about to provoke her, she had already walked forward, in the direction where Lao Chu had an accident. I quickly followed a few steps, and the two of us soon arrived at that place. I grabbed Xiaohui and stopped her footsteps, just as she was about to speak, I lightly said "shh" and my eyes were fixed tightly on someone in front.

  At the place where Lao Chu had an accident, I saw a person squatting on the ground, holding a glass ball in his hand, constantly releasing it from high and letting it fall to the ground, making a "dada" sound. This person I knew was Er Liang.

  Erlang's appearance was a bit strange, even exuding a hint of eeriness. My instincts stopped me from moving forward and I hid behind a bush. Xiaohui might have been scared too, tightly grasping my clothes and whispering: "Do you know this person?"

  I replied in a low voice: "The house I live in is his."

  Xiao Wei let out a soft "oh" and stopped talking, staring intently at Er Liang. I could feel her body start to tremble with fear, but I had no idea what was causing this little girl to be so scared.

  After a while, Erliang slowly got up, put the glass marble into his pocket, and walked towards another exit of the park with his hands in his pockets. Xiao Xue and I finally dared to come out from behind the bushes.

  I frowned and said, "Erlang has been acting strangely these past few days, I don't know what's wrong." But Xiaorui didn't look at me, her eyes were still fixed on the place where Erlang disappeared, until I called out to her several times before she came back to herself, asking: "Are you and Erlang really good friends?"

  I looked at her serious face and didn't think she was joking, so I nodded in agreement. Xiaorui's face turned very ugly, and she said in a low voice: "You'd better find someone to take a look at him."

  I let out an "oh" and said: "He's sick, yeah, looks like it too, his spirit is so low, I'll go with him to the hospital later."

  Xiaohui muttered a soft "idiot", then carefully said: "Didn't you see?"

  "What did you see?"

  This time it was Xiaorui's turn to be stunned: "Didn't you see that the little boy playing with glass balls next to him looked a bit strange? He kept grinning at me foolishly, I'm afraid he's been possessed by some dirty thing."

  I was startled and felt a chill run down my spine, I quickly pulled Xiangru to run forward for a while, leaving far away from the place where Lao Chu had an accident, and asked: "Did you really see it?"

  "Didn't you really see?" Xiaohui retorted.

  I nodded and immediately thought of the records on the letter about Lao Chu, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and said: "Lao Chu's son?"

  Xiao Wei obviously also thought of that letter at the same time, nodded, and then asked: "What to do?"

  What else can I do? The best way is to tell Erliang that he's seen a ghost. I took out my mobile phone and was about to call Erliang when Xiaorui hastily stopped me, saying: "Do you still remember that he must have you move out? Let's go to his house tomorrow and see."

  I adopted Xiaorui's suggestion, and in my heart, I also vaguely felt that all this should have something to do with Erlang's house. So the next day, I went to Erlang's office first, and Erlang looked pale and tired, with a look of overwork.

  After confirming that he was indeed going to work, I immediately went to his old house as soon as I left the door. Originally wanted to call up Xiaorui, she said that daytime work is really not free to take out time, let me be careful myself, and meet at night to tell her about the situation, while reminding me to remember the tense and exciting state, and then bring this heart to write in the future.

  At this moment, I certainly wouldn't think about how to write anything. With the fastest speed, I rushed up the stairs, opened the door, and in front of me was a mess. The white wall opposite had been smashed through, with the surface layer of plaster and cement falling all over the floor, revealing the bricks inside. Among the neatly arranged rows of red bricks, I saw two green bricks that were exactly the same as those I had seen in the old house.

  It's almost noon, and although the curtains are not open, there is still sunlight that can pass through those thin fabrics. The room is well lit, but as I gaze at the two green bricks on the wall, I feel a chill run down my spine, as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

  Yang Hui once told the real estate boss that he had sold the green bricks in my old house to two real estate companies. At that time, Er Liang also asked if I knew who the other one was. Now it seems that there is one thing I have been wrong about all along.

  I've always thought that the reason we could see those things was because of that jade pendant, but now that I think about it, it's probably not just that. When my mother didn't give me the jade pendant, I already felt like someone was watching me from this wall in this room. From Erlang's various behaviors and what happened today when he only destroyed this wall, it seems like he had suspected something strange about this wall for a long time. If it wasn't because of the jade pendant, then there's only one possibility left.

  I stared intently at the damaged wall, and those two green bricks in a pile of red bricks were so eye-catching. I thought to myself: The reason must be on these green bricks.

  Although the person who wrote the letter has not been found yet, I have long stopped doubting the authenticity of the content. Following this analysis, it is possible that there are also such green bricks on the walls of Lao Chu and Wang Qiang's houses. My heart was in a mess, thinking of calling Xiaorui, but remembering she said that mobile phones were not allowed during working hours, so I had to give up. Looking at the time, it was almost time for Erliang to get off work, and I didn't know if he would come back here or not. I hastily closed the door and walked out.

  As I approached the door, I habitually glanced at that wall, and those two green bricks seemed like a pair of eyes, staring at me with a faint gaze.

  The sun outside is big, but I feel a chill all over my body, so cold that I start to shiver uncontrollably. Erliang knew this house was strange, why did he still let me live here?