When it comes to the poster, the delivery guy's expression changed a little.

Then, a look of panic appeared on his face and he slapped his head: "It's broken, I almost forgot this. I haven't prepared the gift from the poster yet!"

"I don't have money to pay the rent this month, and the owner of the post gave me was not satisfied with the gift. It will drive our family out of the building. What should I do then?"

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Of course, what gift is it like?"

"I don't know, the things it likes are unique."

As he said that, he glanced around and said to Qin Nuo in a low voice: "It is very strange and has a temperament. The residents in the building are very afraid of it!"

Qin Nuo's eyes flashed a few times and said, "You are the same as mine."

"I'm also worried about this gift now."

"If I could get in touch with the poster more and get familiar with what kind of person he is, I would be fine." Qin Nuo pinched his chin and said thoughtfully.

The delivery guy looked at him and said, "Your idea is very dangerous."

"Why do you say that?"

"It is very withdrawn and doesn't like to contact us. Be careful when talking to it. If you say the wrong thing, you will be thrown out of the building."

"If there is no gift, just prepare your rent."

The delivery guy said, and glanced at the broken watch on his wrist and his face changed: "That's it! I really have no time, it's time out!"

After saying this, he picked up the tattered takeaway box on the ground and disappeared from the door.

Qin Nuo stood up and felt that the information he had been trapped was of no use.

Shaking his head, Qin Nuo was helpless, looked at the mess around, inserted his hands into his windbreaker pocket, and walked out the door.

Outside the door, the corridor was also messy, because the fight just now, the steel and concrete were scattered in every corner.

Looking at both sides of the corridor, Qin Nuo planned to go back to Bai Zhou's house first, but when he passed a room, he found that a door was opened.

Qin Nuo remembered that this was the security guard's room, and the bad stench emanated from the house.

Looking at the empty room, Qin Nuo's eyes flashed twice, and he didn't care too much, and walked upstairs.

When I went upstairs, I found Zhang Yu sitting there at the entrance of the corridor.

He was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he sat down and didn't dare to move.

Next to him was the old man.

The old man's hair was all white, his whole body was covered in a thick military green coat, his hands were covered with corpse spots, and he was pinching a photo.

With sunken eyes, looking at the little boy in the photo, his cracked face was full of sadness.

It can be clearly seen that some of the flesh and blood on his body was rotting, and the strong and suffocating stench was emitted from him.

Looking at the photos, he seemed to want to cry, but it was flowing out of the corners of his eyes, all the sticky pus.

"Xiao Zhang, do you think I'm right?"

With a sigh, the security guard asked Zhang Yu beside him.

"I have my own pension, save money, and will not cause trouble for my son and daughter-in-law. I can also raise some money and buy some small toy gifts for my grandson."

"I just beg them to come back to see me occasionally. If I really can't come back, I can call me or something."

"As a result... I'm even having difficulty walking and talking hard. They haven't called back. It's been a whole year since neighbors called and said I'm almost out of my way..."

"But my son and daughter-in-law still didn't come back to see me, but instead called me one by one and sent me two hundred dollars to see me, asking me not to call them again..."

The security guard's body trembled. He opened his mouth, and his teeth fell out, making a sad sound.

Zhang Yu's throat moved. Although he felt very sympathetic to the security guard, his horror now made him so scared that he was just thinking about how to leave.

"Uncle, you... can I help you?" Zhang Yu asked in a trembling voice.

"I want... to ask you to call my son and tell him that his father is almost out of reach. Before he dies, he hopes he will come back to see me."

"But I don't have your son's phone number."

The security guard took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Yu: "There is my son's phone number inside, but I can't see clearly. Can you help me?"

Zhang Yu looked at the old man's machine that had been half broken, hesitated for a moment, reached out to grab the phone, pretended to press a few numbers, and then put it in his ear.

After a moment, he put down his cell phone and said to the security guard: "Uncle, your son's cell phone is off. Why don't you call again next time."

"It's getting late now. I'll go back first. How about coming to see you tomorrow?"

The security guard took the phone, looked down at the phone in his hand, and said nothing.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Yu was about to get up and leave quietly, but his dry hand pressed back: "You didn't even send out the phone, didn't you?"

"Although I'm old, I'm not stupid."

As he said that, he stuffed his cell phone back into Zhang Yu's hand.

Zhang Yu and others are about to collapse.

Holding a cell phone and calling is not right, nor is it not right if you don’t.

"Child, why are you crying? The uncle is very good and optimistic. He will die sooner or later when he gets old. But most people are afraid of not dying, but just some unfulfilled wishes."

The security guard said as he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of Zhang Yu's eyes.

Zhang Yu held the phone in his hand tightly, a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his face, and his expression became a little nervous.

What he is thinking now is not the question of whether to make a phone call or not, but wants to use his mobile phone to hit the security guard's head, and then run upstairs with the fastest express delivery.

While he was hesitating, Qin Nuo suddenly walked out in the darkness of the corridor.

Seeing Qin Nuo, Zhang Yu showed an ecstatic expression on his face, and his eyes were immediately filled with signals of asking for help.

The security guard looked at Qin Nuo: "Is this your friend?"

"Yes, my good buddy." Zhang Yu said repeatedly.

"That's how, why haven't you called?" asked the security guard, only the phone in his eyes, and his face became more and more terrifying as he was sad.

When Zhang Yu was at a loss, Qin Nuo reached out and picked up the phone and said to the security guard.

"Uncle, don't need to call the phone."

The security guard looked at Qin Nuo and his eyes became extremely scary: "Why?"

"I called your son, and he said he would come back tomorrow. You might as well go back now and have a good sleep. Maybe you will see them when you wake up tomorrow." Qin Nuo said calmly.

The security guard stared at Qin Nuo and snorted coldly: "Do you have my son's phone number? Who are you?"

"Uncle, I am Xiao Qin from the upper floor. Have you forgotten? I greet you every day when I go downstairs. Your son is very familiar with me. The neighbors and neighbors care about your situation. Don't run around.

Go back and have a good rest.”

Zhang Yu's mouth twitched slightly. How could he believe this kind of lie?

As a result, the security guard really believed it, with a rare smile on his face: "Is that so? I seem to remember it a little again after you said this."

"My son seems to be a classmate with you. Hey, look at my head, I can't remember anything anymore."

He patted his head. Although he was helpless, his body became increasingly unbearable, he felt much better when he heard that his son would be back tomorrow.

Putting the phone in his pocket, the security guard picked up the crutch and stood up tremblingly, looking weak and would fall down at any time.

"It's time to go back and have a good sleep. I'll see my son, daughter-in-law, and my grandson tomorrow. I have to get up early and cook porridge for them."

"He was dizzy when driving. He used to drink mint porridge every time he came back and then went to bed."

"By the way, he also had his favorite white porridge with rice noodles when he was a child. He liked it the most. I had to buy it early, and it was sold out even if it was slower."

He supported the handrail and walked downstairs, walked two steps, and stopped again: "By the way, I saw the poster just now."

"It says that when my son and daughter-in-law come back, they can give me a bigger house. Alas, the poster is such a good person!"

Qin Nuo's expression showed a hint of shock.

He wanted to call the security guard, but the latter seemed to have not heard him walking downstairs step by step, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Yu stood up with lingering fear, and did not care about the poster, but asked Qin Nuo: "How did you make the uncle believe your words?"

"The elderly usually have Alzheimer's disease. If you believe in your own words, they will subconsciously believe and this memory will appear."

Qin Nuo said.

Zhang Yu's face showed a hint of enlightenment.

Then he sighed: "The uncle is really pitiful. As he said, no one knows that he will die in the house one day."

"His unconscienced son and daughter-in-law only think that he is in the way, and may even think that it will die as soon as possible..."

Qin Nuo didn't say anything.

Although he doesn't want to think so.

But the stench came from the door of the first floor.

The rotten skin, corpse spots and rotten stinking on the old man's body all mean that he had already died.

However, because of the formation of the ghost building, the old man was "resurrected" in another way.
To be continued...