Chapter 145 Borrowing Hands (seeking subscription and recommendation)

   Everyone drank wine and avoided weird topics, and the whole scene finally had some atmosphere.

  At about ten past nine o'clock, Zhou Dali called the Shentuo special car that he had booked a long time ago. This car is a commercial car, and it can seat six people besides the driver.

   There were five of them here, and after they all boarded the car, they first sent the nearest one, that is, Yan Junze, home.

   Then send the others away separately.

  The commercial vehicle arrived at Fenghua Community, Yan Junze said goodbye to everyone, made an appointment with Bao Yunjing and got out of the car, held up an umbrella by himself, and walked slowly into Fenghua Community.

  Bao Yunjing looked at the back of him leaving with an umbrella, until the commercial vehicle restarted to leave, then turned to look at Bao Jie, and asked, "Does your classmate always give people a mysterious feeling?"

   "No." Bao Jie shook his head, "It's the mystery of secondary school."

   "I agree with this statement." Zhou Dali nodded aside.

  Jiang Ruixin covered her mouth and laughed.

  …

  When Yan Junze entered the gate of the community under an umbrella, he glanced at Uncle Zheng in the duty room.

  The uncle is watching TV, and he is engrossed in watching TV, but he didn't find anyone standing outside with an umbrella.

  Yan Junze went straight to Building No. 7, and when he was about to turn into the stairs, the small door leading to the underground garage on the first floor suddenly moved.

  Yan Junze stood still, still holding the umbrella, turned his head and looked inside the gap of the small door. Under the moonlight, a pair of strange eyes disappeared in the gap of the door near the ground.

  He froze for a moment, turned around and left Building No. 7, came to Uncle Zheng's duty room, and asked, "Uncle Zheng, do you have any candles here?"

Uncle Zheng was watching a tear-jerking show that cared for the elderly. At this moment, he gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall. He didn't pay attention to why Yan Junze opened the glass door of the duty room, and said, "Why do you want candles? "

   While talking, without waiting for Yan Junze's answer, he bent down and took out a pack of candles from the drawer: "How many candles do you want?"

   "Give me seven or eight." Yan Junze smiled, "I'll buy you a new pack tomorrow."

   "It's okay, I still have some at home." Uncle Zheng took out eight candles and handed them to Yan Junze, then he was taken aback and looked up at the sky, "Is it raining?"

   "Well, I was down just now, and now I'm not down, so I'm too lazy to put away the umbrella." Yan Junze took the candle, talked nonsense, and hurried back to Building No. 7 of the community.

  The candles given by Uncle Zheng are the kind used for lighting after a power outage in the house. They are not incense candles sold to the dead, so they are much smaller in size.

  When he came to the small door leading to the underground garage, Yan Junze squatted down, took out a candle, and slowly handed it to the crack of the door. The candle in his hand shook left and right in the crack of the door.

   At this moment, a shriveled withered hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the candle, and yanked it back.

   Soon there was a chewing sound.

  Yan Junze stood up, took out a candle again, opened the door and walked in.

Put away the big umbrella with the backhand, and by the dim light, I saw a strange baby lying on the stone stairs leading to the underground garage behind the small door, grabbing the candle and feasting on it. Half eaten.

   "Why did you run out?" Yan Junze said to himself, and waved another candle in front of the strange baby, "Let's go, let's go back."

   Go straight down the stairs.

  The strange baby hadn't finished eating the candle, so he reached out to grab it when he saw it, but Yan Junze deliberately didn't let him grab it.

  No choice, this strange baby had to bite the candle in his hand while crawling with him towards the pipe room in the southeast corner of the garage.

   Soon came to this small door and stood still. At this time, the strange baby had already snatched his second candle and was eating frantically.

   "Aunt Mei, this kid ran out, and I'll bring you back!" Yan Junze pushed the door open, but stood at the door instead of going in.

   A moment later, without any sound coming out, in the dark room inside, a fluffy head approached the door, smiling, but he could not see the body under the head.

  The head is undoubtedly Aunt Mei's, but I don't know if it's because of the darkness, I can't see her body, it's just a head, hanging in the air and looking at Yan Junze with a smile.

  Yan Junze was stunned, and saw the strange baby who was eating candles trembling under his feet, turned around and grabbed the remaining candles in his hand, and ran into the inner room crookedly.

  Aunt Mei still seemed to be hanging her head on the door frame, laughing at herself.

  Yan Junze didn't leave. In fact, he only sent the strange baby back for one purpose, and another purpose was about his own problems.

   "Hello, Aunt Mei, if it's convenient for you now, I would like to ask you to come out for a while. Look... okay?"

   This was the first time he made a request to Aunt Mei. After saying this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Yan Junze's back.

   Staring unblinkingly at the smiling Aunt Mei, the scene froze.

  About ten seconds later, Aunt Mei's hanging head moved and flew out, hovering in front of Yan Junze, still smiling.

   "You... your body?" Yan Junze was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to speak, "This...this...how, how... how to get out?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bright red blood thread connected under Aunt Mei's seemingly floating head, and the other end of the blood thread extended into the darkness of the back room, where it disappeared.

  However, it is conceivable that the other end may not be connected to Aunt Mei's neck, Yan Junze shudders just thinking about this scene.

   At this moment, Aunt Mei's head approached again, and moved to Yan Junze's elbow, and touched it lightly.

  Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and said, "You want me... to hold your head... and go out?!"

  Aunt May's head touched his elbow again.

  Yan Junze hesitated for a moment, but reached out and hugged her head.

   At this moment, the blood thread attached to the lower part of the head snapped.

  You can go now.

  Yan Junze felt a chill in his heart. Aunt Mei's head felt soft when he touched it with both hands. Then he walked out of the underground garage with the head in his arms.

   Aunt May was invited out for a reason.

  Climbed the stone steps and came to the small door of the underground garage near the first floor. Yan Junze looked down at Aunt Mei's head. The old lady still had a smile on her face, as if she didn't feel any discomfort.

  The moon is bright and shining in the stairwell on the first floor. As long as this small door is opened, Yan Junze can bathe in the cool moonlight.

   But this time, he didn't intend to bring an umbrella. The big umbrella leaned against the back of the door after entering the underground garage.

  Holding his head, Yan Junze took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

  The moonlight came, casting him standing outside the door, together with the shadow of Aunt Mei's head in his hands, behind him.

  (end of this chapter)