Chapter 4: Saw a Ghost

  Watching Ren Binghua's back as she walked away, I sneered to myself. This "godly stick" still wanted to deceive me? But what was with the sudden chill on this hot summer day?

  After all the trouble, the sun had already set. With money in hand, I didn't save anymore and directly hailed a taxi to my rental place.

  I rented a large one-bedroom apartment with my university roommate Wang Kun in the suburbs, although it takes an hour to take the bus to the city center every day, and the environment is dirty and messy. The two of us live in a small room, which is also very crowded. But the key is that it's cheap, with a monthly rent plus water, electricity, and internet fees totaling around 500 yuan.

  We got off at the flower street next to our building and casually found a small clinic to treat the wound. I thought the small clinic would be cheaper, but unexpectedly it also cost me over 300 yuan, which made me feel painful.

  To go back to where I live, I need to cross the entire Flower Street. Flower Street is the most prosperous place in our area, and all needs for food, clothing, housing, transportation, and entertainment can be met here. Eat, drink, have fun, one-stop service.

  Even if you're in high spirits and want some special services, those hair salons that are bathed in pink light as soon as night falls won't disappoint you.

  The neon lights had just come on, and the hair salons were already open for business. Inside, you could see several sofas arranged about, under the pink glow of the lamps, where young women with revealing clothing sat in pairs or threes, primping and preening as they solicited customers.

  Upper body with a small suspender, lower body with a small handkerchief, is their standard configuration. Of course, black stockings and high heels are also indispensable, personally I prefer fishnet stockings, when I see someone wearing fishnet stockings, I always take a few more glances.

  Maybe it's the money in my pocket, but I think they're especially charming tonight, so I slowed down on purpose to take a longer look. Suddenly, a tall girl wearing red fishnet stockings stood up from a hair salon and waved at me.

  Those long legs are my dish. I stood still, my little heart beating wildly. I heard Wang Kun brag to me that the price here is 300 yuan once, 500 yuan for a night package, and the money in my pocket is enough for me to have fun all night.

  Following the long legs wrapped in red net stockings upwards, the key parts are covered by a short skirt like a small handkerchief. Further up, the fullness is about to overflow, and through the white suspenders, the black lace edge can be vaguely seen.

  My throat was a bit dry, and as I looked up further, I suddenly saw a pale face covered in blood! I let out a loud shriek.

  "Cut it out, wasting my feelings, just looking at you tells me you're a stingy poor loser. What are you staring at? Don't block my way to making money!" The contemptuous voice entered my ears, and I came back to reality from the shock.

  Looking back, the face of the long-legged girl had "returned to normal" again. Although it wasn't particularly pretty when it was long, after heavy makeup, there was still a hint of seductive charm.

  My face suddenly turned red, and I smiled awkwardly. Maybe it was because of the previous thing that made me too nervous, now I'm still a bit dazed, my performance just now was a bit embarrassing.

  "Raised an eyebrow and smiled: 'Blushing? You're not a rookie, are you? Come on, sister will treat you for free, and after we're done, I'll even give you a red envelope, how about that?'"

  I fled in a hurry, I didn't have Wang Kun's lustful heart or courage, at most it was just to satisfy my curiosity, and I didn't want to give away my first time in such a messy way.

  I don't know why, but at this moment, I suddenly thought of Ren Binghua. Her figure and appearance are far superior to those of the tall legs that just passed by.

  If I could find a girlfriend as beautiful as that, I would definitely end my virginity immediately. But after the fun is over, I'm not prepared to take responsibility, women like that are too scary, I couldn't handle it.

  I bought two big portions of fried rice on the way, went back and knocked on the door. Wang Kun's voice was hoarse, asking me to wait a bit longer. I cursed him silently, this fat idiot will eventually die at his own hands, he must be watching Japanese AVs now, controlling the mouse with one hand and doing fake thrusting movements with the other.

  When Wang Kun first entered the university and started military training, he became a celebrity in our class. Not only because he was the biggest guy in our class, but also because when we were standing at attention, Wang Kun stared at the few remaining misfits in our class and actually got hard!

  This incident almost shook the entire school, and such a big joke made no girl willing to get close to Wang Kun again. He lamented more than once that this incident directly led to his inability to lose his virginity throughout his four years in college.

  But in fact, facing a big fat man with a height of several centimeters taller than me and weighing over 200 pounds, with a face full of flesh, any normal girl would not have any interest.

  When he was in the dormitory before, Wang Kun could hold back a bit. Now that he has moved out and lives alone, he doesn't care about the impact at all, just enjoying himself, his computer is almost full of small movies.

  When he has money, he goes to a hair salon on Flower Street to indulge. When he doesn't have money, he can only do it manually at home. This isn't even a month's worth, and the toilet paper is almost used up just from mentioning it.

  I don't know if all fat people have a huge appetite, but Wang Kun is really unbearable, one day without masturbation makes him feel uncomfortable all over. I've also advised him, but it's completely useless, and this body of his should be enough for him to consume, so I just ignore him.

  Four or five minutes passed and Wang Kun opened the door. I asked in a bad mood: "Fatty, how many times did you come today?"

  Wang Kun stretched out three fingers, with a pleased expression. This guy had no intention of going out to find work, relying on writing articles online to make some money, every day cooped up in the house typing away, playing games, watching small movies, his skin turning pale from lack of sun.

  I handed the fried rice to Wang Kun and casually asked: "How many words have you written?"

  He felt a bit awkward, and once again stretched out three fingers. Damn it, being cooped up at home for a day resulted in writing 3,000 words, not even enough to cover the cost of meals, but I went out for a stroll and brought back several hundred bucks.

  In the cramped room, there were two single beds and no way to put a dining table. The two of us made do with eating on his computer desk, chatting intermittently, and I told him about what happened today.

  "My god, a 90% beauty? Didn't you sneak back a few photos? Tsk tsk, what a great material to write about, I'll have to include it in my story." Wang Kun muttered.

  I gave him a cold stare: "You fat idiot, do you think I'm you? I was bitten today and it hurts like hell, how would I have the mood to sneak a shot of beautiful women?"

  Wang Kun pouted: "You still made a thousand bucks, right? Hey, lend me five hundred, help me out!"

  I was so angry that I almost covered his face with the rice, this guy has some money and goes to the hair salon, I'd rather throw my money away than let him use it to support fallen women.

  A cigarette after a meal is better than an elixir of immortality, this was Wang Kun's favorite saying. Normally I don't smoke much, but today my emotions were fluctuating greatly, and after finishing dinner, I lit up a cigarette, and the idea came to me at the same time.

  After a storm, I was stunned to find that there wasn't a single sheet of toilet paper in the bathroom. I yelled out for Wang Kun to bring me some, no need to think about it, I knew he must have squandered even this little bit of toilet paper.

  "Bang bang bang..." Wang Kun's knocking on the door was very intense.

  "You damned fatty, go and buy another pack of paper quickly." I scolded as I opened the door.

  Wang Kun's over 200 pounds blocked the toilet door, giving me a sense of oppression. Suddenly I found something was wrong, what he held in his hand wasn't paper, but a kitchen knife!

  "What are you doing? I told you to get paper, didn't you hear me?" I complained.

  I've known Wang Kun for several years, and if we weren't close friends, I wouldn't be living with him. Subconsciously, I thought he was going to play a joke on me, but unexpectedly, he charged in with a kitchen knife and started hacking at me.

  I didn't even have time to pull up my pants, and I hastily hid to the side. Wang Kun looked very clumsy, and he actually fell onto the toilet, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I didn't even bother to wipe my butt, and I quickly pulled up my pants to grab the knife from his hand.

  "You're a dead fatso, is it necessary? If you really want money, I'll give it to you. I think this kid will die on a woman's belly sooner or later." At this time, I was getting angry, if I hadn't dodged in time earlier, Wang Kun's body of fat would have been able to knock me unconscious.

  It was clear that I had underestimated Wang Kun's strength, and after using all my might, not only did I fail to take the knife away from him, but he also flipped over and pinned me down.

  I was furious and scolded Wang Kun loudly. But soon, I found that his entire face turned black, staring at me dead, and there was no pupil in his eyes!

  His strength is getting bigger and bigger, I simply can't keep up with him. I know Wang Kun all too well, he's a fake strong man, his actual strength isn't even as good as mine who has been doing farm work since childhood. The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is off about Wang Kun now.

  "Get out of here!" If this stalemate continued, I would definitely be exhausted. Taking advantage of the timing, I kicked him in the ** with my foot.

  I didn't show any mercy, Wang Kun let out a mournful cry and fell to the side. It's said that being kicked in the eggs is more painful than childbirth, I believe it now, after getting kicked once, he no longer had the strength to chase me.

  After rushing out of the toilet, I locked the door decisively and then pulled a bed to block it at the entrance. Wang Kun may have recovered, holding a kitchen knife and hacking at the door with all his might, guessing that the poor-quality wooden door would be hacked open before long.

  "Fatty, what's wrong with you? Fatty, I'm Wu Tian, come to your senses, don't you want money? I'll give it to you!" I hid far away, afraid that Wang Kun would rush out.

  Wang Kun completely ignored me, constantly yelling in a strange voice, desperately hacking at the door with a kitchen knife. Who can tell me what's wrong with him? From my understanding of him, he's not someone who would turn against me over money.

  No, Wang Kun's current behavior seems to be a bit similar to Xiao Bao's before. In Ren Binghua's words, he is being haunted by a vengeful spirit!

  Damn it, I was completely panicked at this time and didn't doubt Ren Binghua anymore. I quickly took out the business card she left me before and dialed the number on it.

  But just at this moment, the toilet suddenly became quiet. I hadn't let out a breath of relief when knocking and shouting sounds came from outside the door: "Wu Tian, open the door, what are you doing in there?"

  I was stunned, that's Wang Kun's voice. The phone also happened to connect, Ren Binghua's voice was a bit lazy: "Did you see a ghost?"