Snake Venom

After tidying up my position, I went to find Xiaoye. Xiaoye is an intern editor here, and she's a fresh graduate from university. However, because she's pretty, the editor and chief editor won't get angry at her, so there are some difficult manuscripts and materials that are hard to deal with. There are always male editors and journalists who have good eyes who go over to help her.

When I arrived in front of Xiaoye's table, I told the chief editor to ask me to come over to get the materials. Xiaoye gave me a very thin briefcase, saying that all of it was inside. Then she whispered, "The chief editor wants me to go with you."

I didn't feel there was anything wrong with that. I just said 'Okay' and took my seat to look at the information.

However, the information inside made me feel a little unnatural. There were a few old photos inside, and they showed some messy and bloody scenes. Then there was a piece of thin paper with an address written on it. The description stated that about ten years ago, there was a terrible murder in this place. The owner and his family were all killed. Recently, the people living in the neighborhood saw the lights of the house, and there were also voices, so they called our newspaper's hotline to submit their contributions.

The place where the dead are is where the yin energy is dense. There might really be ghosts, and I believe that these things exist and that I have seen them myself.

Feeling uneasy, I wanted to reject this task. However, thinking about how I was scolded by the chief editor just now and how I don't want to do it now, my job would probably come to an end.

I've just been with Qin Yue, I can't possibly rely on women to eat and drink, right? Gritting my teeth, I clenched the pendant on my chest tightly. The thing that Wang Ming gave me could still be used, and I didn't drink Snake Bile Wine, so it didn't matter even if I bumped into a woman. Forcing myself to calm down, I decided to shoot the material.

Just then, Xiaoye walked over from beside the worktable. She was wearing a typical formal attire. Her white collar was slightly wrinkled, and her light brown curly hair hung down her back. However, her face was clearly somewhat pale. She asked me if I had finished reading it. The chief editor just passed by her on his way out, urging her on why she hasn't left with me yet.

My heart froze. "Right now?"

Xiaoye nodded her head and said: "The chief editor said that we must take the pictures, he needs to see the pictures tomorrow."

I looked at the time. It was only eleven o'clock, but I got up from my seat and said, "Let's go. I've finished reading."

After leaving the newspaper office, Xiaoye and I went to the Drum Tower. In this place that is worth every inch of money, let alone a house, even just a public toilet, would be robbed by others.

Following the address on the paper, we entered an alley and arrived outside the house.

I took a deep breath and used my camera to take pictures of the walls and walls of the buildings on both sides of the alley …

This building had three floors and was rather simple and crude. The tiles on the walls were turning yellow and the door was not closed, leaving a gap in between them.

I took a deep breath and started walking.

Just then, my wrist was suddenly grabbed, I was startled for a moment, then turned around to see Xiaoye's unnatural face. She said that we should go back and tell the chief editor not to take pictures here, I felt that it was weird.

I frowned and looked up at the sky. The sun was blinding, and all the worry I had had was gone.

I told Xiaoye that if sshe didn't take this script back, I might just get fired. Even if she had so many colleagues who like her, the chief editor would still scold her. At that time, he would still come and take it.

After saying that, I walked to the entrance of the building, pushed open the door and entered …

The first floor was arranged like a living room, with a lot of dust accumulated. It was indeed the feeling of no one staying here for a long time. I went back to the second floor with Xiaoye following me, hunched over her shoulders.

There were four rooms on the second floor, all closed, and I pushed open one of them and went in. There was a faint odour in the air. After entering the room, his gaze fell onto the bed and he saw the white bedsheets that were half soaked in black and red. There were also a lot of bloodstains on the ceiling and walls.

Xiaoye immediately screamed, and then she grabbed onto my shoulder. With such a thick layer of clothes, even I felt the pain of her pinching me.

I frowned and told Xiaoye not to be shocked. These were the bloodstains that she had left behind all those years ago. After that, I took a few more pictures.

After taking a picture of the remaining rooms, I didn't have anything worth writing about, so I headed towards the third floor. There was a metal door on the third floor with a large metal lock on it.

I took out my cell phone and called the editor. I went to tell him we were at the house, but there was nothing of value in it. An empty house with blood on it.

However, the editor was furious when he heard from the phone that even if there was no photo shoot, something had to be taken out, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to come back.

The phone was immediately hung up, and Xiaoye seemed to have heard the chief editor's angry voice, his face unnatural.

My face stiffened. "Let's go and ask around first and see what we can find out." If we can't get anything, we have to find a way to get something. "

I discovered that Xiaoye's forehead was completely drenched in cold sweat, and even the fine hairs on her face were standing straight up. My heart thumped, and I asked Xiaoye what was wrong.

She shivered and said, Don't you feel cold? I think this house is weird.

I exhaled and said, "You're just a psychological factor." In order to not scare Xiaoye, I told her that there are no ghosts in the world.

After I finished speaking, Xiaoye's expression had obviously calmed down quite a bit, and she asked me suspiciously if it was true.

I gave Xiaoye a perfunctory reply and then brought her out of the building. After finding a few residents in the alleys and asking them about the things that happened in this building, the residents looked at Xiaoye and me as if they were crazy. They spoke in Beijing with an air of a scoundrel, saying that this building had never caused any trouble at all, who would call the newspaper when they were full?

The surrounding families of people asking questions all had similar answers. Xiaoye's expression clearly relaxed a lot, as she was no longer as scared as she was now.

I also felt a little unnatural in my heart. It's a good thing for me that there are no ghosts, and it's not a good thing either. Then how should I report this to the chief editor?

Also, who was the person who called the editor in chief? That person had nothing better to do?

While I was thinking, Xiaoye also asked me, then how should I report it?

I thought for a moment and told Xiaoye that since there were no ghosts, we should buy some candles, hang some clothes, and take some pictures to take back with us. The rest could only be compiled.

Xiaoye looked at me with her mouth wide open, saying that she could do this.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, What if we both lost our jobs?

Xiaoye immediately shook her head, and said that she would do as I say.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Xiaoye. I had a plan in my mind, and told Xiaoye that we would buy a set of white pajamas later. When night fell, she would wet her hair, and then pat her back a few times.

Xiaoye almost cried. I used the matter of paying her to pressure her, that's why she reluctantly agreed.

Xiaoye and I went to the supermarket to buy some candles and the like. After we ate dinner, we went back inside the building.

During this time, I called Qin Yue and told her that I was supposed to take some pictures outside at the newspaper that night, so it would definitely be very late. I told her not to wait for me, I would sleep after dinner.

Qin Yue asked me what I wanted to shoot, so of course I couldn't hide it from her. I told her about what happened at the building, and Xiaoye was with me.

Although Xiaoye is beautiful, I don't have any other intentions, so I won't hide this from Qin Yue.

But I didn't expect Qin Yue to tell me not to take the photo of the building and to return home before nightfall.

Qin Yue's performance was within my expectations. The fact that we progressed so quickly has a lot to do with her fear of ghosts and gods, so I explained a lot to her over the phone. But no matter what, Qin Yue refused to listen.

As I spoke, my phone quieted down. Ye Zichen picked up the phone and checked it. There was no signal …

There are so many places in Beijing where there are no signals, especially in the alleys, that I exhale and take my phone back.

At the same time, we were back outside the building.