"Have you been a guest?"

This guess flashed through my mind and was soon ruled out by Calvados: If I really left, there should be a wave of greetings and a group of people going downstairs - the sound insulation here is very ordinary, and I should not ignore this movement.

"That's just that I'm too bored to wait and start sitting together in a daze?"

He was a little confused for a moment, and even had the idea of ​​taking a look at him.

But soon, an organization cadre who had encountered many emergencies cut off his unnecessary curiosity in time: "What does it matter if you leave or not? No matter how much do you care about them, let's continue to clean up first."

He rinsed the rag again and continued to wipe it until the whole room was spotless.

Carrying out a complete directional cleaning, Calvados wiped his hands, looked at the fruits of his labor, and nodded with satisfaction.

But soon he discovered that the room still didn't look neat. After careful examination, it seemed that the problem was in the old furniture.

——For example, the old TV in the corner.

"It's been an era, and I'm actually using a TV with a camera tube..." Calvados walked over speechlessly, intending to move it out of the room and throw it to the landlord, "Get out of the projector, so that I can watch a movie at home, which is safer than a cinema."

He stopped beside the TV and was about to reach out. But at this moment, the TV buzzed.

The black and white snowflakes appeared in front of him with a sizzling sound. At the same time, a low voice as a mosquito appeared in his ears from time to time:

[Get out, get out…]

"?!" Calvados was startled and looked up suddenly. The next moment, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly touched the TV. She pressed against the screen, her burned face was full of resentment: [Get out, get out of here!]

Calvados was so scared that he took two steps back. But soon, his reason overshadowed his instinct. He snorted coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost..."

Just as he was about to raise his hand to press the switch off, however, a snow-white hand with a strange material seeped out of the screen and gently held it on his wrist.

The hand had no vital signs, as if it was made of clay, but it was moving!

Calvados looked at the ghost hand that suddenly appeared on his wrist and was stunned for a moment.

Almost at the same time, he found that something of the same material began to bulge on the screen, and they squirmed out the eyebrows and eyes of the female ghost on the TV, looking like a ghost was about to pass through the screen and crawl out of the TV.

“…”

...There are really ghosts in the world??!

While this thought flashed, Calvados shook his hand and flew away the thing that clamped him. At the same time, he kicked the TV over and turned around and rushed out of the room.

...

"ah--!!"

While Calvados was instinctively running for his life, a scream rang out from Room 5, covering the abnormal movement he made.

——Two hours ago.

Room No. 5, which is the house where the landlord is, several people were playing mahjong, and before they knew it all seemed that they all fell asleep.

It was originally agreed to leave at 8 o'clock, but after Ran Maori woke up, he looked at his watch in a daze and found that it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.

She stood up blankly, wondering where she was, when she was attracted by the glowing TV in the corner.

——The lights in the room went out at some point, only this TV was on. But there was no program on the TV, only a flashing snowflake screen, and a misty female voice that came from nowhere: [Get out, get out…]

Ran Maori's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a vague premonition. The next moment, the premonition came true - exactly the same as the landlord's incident of encountering a ghost just now, a female ghost with burns suddenly appeared and pressed tightly on the screen.

"ah!!!"

After a while of confusion, Ran Maori came back from this tingling scene and suddenly burst into a violent scream.

The screams woke up the others in the room. Seeing Jiangxia and Kogoro Mori sitting up one after another, Ran Mori grabbed them one by one, trembling: "Ghost! There are ghosts on TV!"

"Ah?" Kogoro Mouri yawned, turned to look at the TV with the camera tube in the corner of the wall, but only saw a black and white snowflake screen.

He shook his head and said helplessly: "I've been a high school student, but I'm afraid of this kind of thing - didn't I say that the snowflake screen appears because of the bad signal, not because there is a ghost."

"...Huh?" Ran Maori heard that his words were wrong, and probably had the courage to look back.

On the TV behind him, there was indeed only a black and white snowflake - the terrifying female ghost disappeared at some point.

Next to him, Jiang Xia got up and touched the light rope, clicked the light in the room, and asked the frightened classmate: "What did you see?"

Kogoro Maori said to his daughter: "It must be that he has thought about something every day and night, and he has a nightmare about ghosts."

"It's not a nightmare!" Mori Ran looked at the light-up environment and his panic was slightly reduced. "I really saw that there was a young woman with disheveled hair on the TV just now and there was a burn on her body!"

Conan also woke up. He stretched his waist and looked out the door in confusion: Why do you feel that there is something strange outside?

But when I listened carefully, there was only the rustling sound of the TV in my ears. After hesitating for a moment, Conan crawled to the TV cabinet and looked down.

Kogoro Mori looked at his watch: "It's actually ten o'clock, and the landlord doesn't call us."

Jiang Xia pointed to the bottom of the table on the right: "He seems to be sleeping more familiar than us."

Kogoro Mouri looked at the person lying asleep: "..."

He shook his head speechlessly and opened the door: "I've drunk too much juice, I'll go to the bathroom - you guys wake up this old man and tell him we're going to say goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped at the door and was slightly stunned: "Who... Mr. Yamaguchi? What are you doing in the corridor?"

Conan: "?!"

He was a little confused when he slept, but he almost forgot that the suspicious man in black lived in a room on the same floor!

He rushed out quickly and looked up and saw that "Mr. Yamaguchi" turned pale and was staring at his wrist, as if thinking about life.

Conan also quickly looked at his wrist, but looked left and right, but found no problems.

Next to him, Kogoro Mori rushed to the bathroom. Without thinking too much, he ran quickly to the bathroom.

As soon as he pushed the door, he couldn't help but pinch his nose with disgust: "It smells so smelly, the light is still so bad. What's the thing on the ground? The corpse of the moth?... The hygiene of the public toilet is so bad. As a landlord, that old man is too dereliction of duty!"
Chapter completed!