At first he thought it was someone else's door that had been knocked on, but after a while, when the knocking still didn't stop, his heart suddenly shook.

　　

　　 Thinking back to the novel he had just read, he couldn’t help but think: ‘. . . What I just saw from the novel. . . Wouldn’t it just happen in reality? ’

　　

　　 He changed his mind to think, if someone is doing a prank on him, wouldn’t he be laughed at by running to open the door like this? It's not that he has never seen the interesting pictures on the Internet. A man covered in white bandages and toilet paper pretended to scare his roommate. As a result, the bandage and toilet paper on his body were entangled too much. As a result, he slipped and fell on all sides when he walked to the door of the roommate. . The original horror and supernatural wind instantly turned into a joyful and funny wind.

　　

　　 But he later denied this idea, because he is an otaku, and the most typical feature of this creature is that he is not very good at sociability. So although his friends are not as few as in the Otaku novels, they are also poor. What's more, even those of his friends would never make such jokes with him.

　　

　　 People gather in kind, and things are divided into groups. The friends of the otaku are naturally those who like to be a beautiful man quietly, and can't get on the same channel with this kind of lively thinking.

　　

After 　　 the otaku had ruled out several possibilities in his mind, he suddenly thought of another possibility. What if it’s the takeaway that I ordered from Is Full?

　　

　　 Calculating the time, it seems that it is almost coming.

　　

　　 But whether it is full or not and the yellow kangaroo (guess which one? Funny face. jpg) is delivered, won’t you always call in advance?

　　

　　 The mental activities of the otaku seem to be very varied, but in fact only a short minute or two has passed.

　　

　　 After thinking and thinking, he first pressed Yao Yaoling on the phone, and then took a wrench in his hand like the protagonist in the book, and then walked to the door.

　　

　　 It's a little bit late at night now, if this knocks on the door endlessly, someone will definitely come out to see it.

　　

　　 After making all preparations, the otaku walked to the door. He carefully looked out through the cat's eyes on the door.

　　

　　. . . Nothing at all?

　　

　　 When he saw that there was no one outside the door, the hair on the back of the otaku stood up instantly.

　　

　　At this moment, he wondered if it would be haunted. After all, the memorial hall is less than 500 meters away from where he lives. This memorial hall is full of people who died tragically that year, if they become ghosts. . .

　　

　　 At this time, he felt a sudden cold behind his back, and a chilly wind gently blew his back.

　　

　　 The otaku was so scared that he couldn't move. He had already begun to combine the novels he had read to guess what level the ghost behind him might be. Is it a hanged ghost? Water ghost? Zombies? Or something else?

　　

　　’Whether it’s the Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, **** Christ, Orthodox Lord, please bless me! As long as I don't get eaten by the ghost behind me, I will definitely go to the temple to offer you a few more pig heads! He frantically made wishes to all the gods and Buddhas he knew in his heart.

　　

At the same time, he softly prayed to the ghost behind him: "That... Brother ghost? Sister ghost? I am a commoner, and I have never done anything harmful to the world. I will take the initiative to walk around when I see ants on the road and will not hurt me. Good guys. Don’t you ghosts are all wronged and indebted? Then go find those who have hurt you! I'm just a weak, pitiful, and very hard-working otaku! You just let me go ?"

　　

　　 After waiting for a while, he found that there was no movement behind him. He thought that his words did not touch the ghost behind him, so he continued: "Big Brother Ghost, Sister Ghost, I hurt you at the beginning, and it is the book who did such cruel things to you, not me! Our ancestors are all rooted for three generations. Zheng Miaohong’s poor, lower and middle peasants, everyone is of the same class! Besides, I am also a rabbit. Let us not fight rabbits!"

　　

　　 After a while, he noticed that there was still no movement behind him, so he slowly turned and looked behind him carefully.

　　

　　Then the slow motion playback in the video, I am afraid that those eighty or ninety-year-old elders are ashamed of seeing it.

　　

　　 When he completely turned around, he realized that it was behind him. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . An air conditioner.

　　

　　 At this time, the air-conditioning page swept across, and another cold air blew in front of him. . .

　　

　　 "Huh! I'm **** it! It really scared me to death! I thought there was a real ghost! Huh..." The otaku sat on the ground and patted his chest with his hand.

　　

　　 Just when he relaxed and planned to go back to the computer to watch the drama. . .

　　

　　 "咚! 咚! 咚!"

　　

　　 The knock on the door sounded again.

　　

　　 The otaku stood there, turning his neck stiffly to the door.

　　

　　 "咚! 咚! 咚!"

　　

　　 There were three more knocks, but compared with the previous knocks, the knocks this time were a little bit quieter, and it seemed that the knocker didn't use much force.

　　

　　 "咚, 咚, 咚."

　　

　　 The knock on the door came again, this time obviously lighter than the last time.

　　

　　 The otaku once again stood in front of the cat's eyes at the door and looked out the door through the cat's eyes.

　　

　　. . . Still nothing.

　　

　　 Just when he was looking out with the cat's eyes, he heard a knock on the door again and saw a pale little hand dangling in front of the cat's eyes.

　　

　　 "Scare!"

　　

　　 The otaku was so scared that he quickly avoided the cat's eyes.

　　

　　‘Is there really a ghost? He kept muttering in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ At this time, the knock on the door sounded again, and at the same time the sound became even smaller. Had he not been at the door, he would barely hear the knock.

　　

　　’. . . Forget it, let me open the door and have a look! Anyway, I haven't done anything bad, even a ghost won't hurt me. . .

　　

　　 In the end, curiosity still prevailed.

　　

　　 With the mentality that he was not afraid of the shadow slanting, the otaku carefully opened the door through a crack, and at the same time, he pulled his hand tightly on the inner doorknob, and opened the door little by little. The reason is that if someone wants to open the door forcibly, they close it immediately.

　　

　　 But until he opened the door completely, nothing discordant happened.

　　

　　 When the door was fully opened, the otaku used the corridor light to see who was knocking on his door.

　　

　　 A woman with white hair and a petite figure just curled up on the floor at the door quietly, knowing her life or death.