PFC Chapter 207 Dirty Things, Go Away
Chapter 207 Dirty Things, Go Away
Human greed is terrible. If it happens once, there will be a second time.
After extorting 5 yuan, Han Dongdong rewarded his son by buying him the latest Apple phone.
I also recharged two 648 in the Peace Elite game for my son.
The remaining money, apart from daily living expenses, was spent on playing mahjong.
With money, you will be more confident. The more you play mahjong, the bigger the stakes will be.
From the initial one or two yuan for mahjong, the price has increased to five or ten yuan. The daily winnings and losses are thousands of yuan.
In less than a month, the 70,000 yuan will be gone.
Without thinking twice, he took fifteen-year-old Han Peng to another remote hair salon.
With the experience from last time, this time went much smoother.
He felt that 50,000 yuan was a little too little, so he asked for 100,000 yuan.
The other party hesitated for a long time and only took out 70,000.
What Han Dongdong is more curious about now is how Wang Fang in front of him knew about it?
Could it be that her son told her?
Isn't this stupid?
Just then, Han Peng, who originally wanted to go to the Internet cafe all night, ran back because he forgot to bring his mobile phone charger.
When he saw his mother sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, he was stunned for a moment.
Then he turned back into the house, put the charger in his pocket, and ran out again.
Wang Fang panted and got up from the ground and blocked the door. Her eyes were bloodshot: "What are you going to do!"
"Leave me alone!" Han Peng stiffened his neck, with disdain and disgust in his eyes.
Wang Fang clenched her fists and trembled with anger.
After a moment, a slap hit his son's face hard.
"If I don't care about you, you'll regret it!"
"Pack your things now and follow me. Go and give me lessons tomorrow!"
At the age of 15, Han Peng is already much taller than his mother.
After being slapped, he felt indignant.
He suddenly spread out his hands and pushed Wang Fang hard.
Wang Fang, who had just fought with Han Dongdong, was already exhausted and was pushed to the ground with her buttocks.
While she was still confused, Han Peng slipped away quickly.
Wang Fang wanted to cry but had no tears. How could a good child become like this in just half a year...
She glared at Han Dongdong fiercely, then stood up and chased after him.
But as soon as I got downstairs, my son was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Fang walked down the street in a daze, saying weakly, "Master, can my son still be saved?"
Shen Sangning pursed her lips and said, "He's too easy to save, but there's still hope."
"Call the police and have your ex-husband arrested. The child will naturally be yours to raise. Communicate more and give him more guidance."
After hanging up the call, Shen Sangning stretched lazily.
She looked at her watch and it was almost 12 o'clock in the morning.
"Alright, my dears, just one more and then we'll go to bed. Get ready to grab the lucky bags!"
One minute later, the lucky bag was drawn.
The scene changed and a woman appeared in front of the camera. She was not very old and looked to be in her twenties.
She was sleeping in red silk, sitting on the bed with her legs curled up, looking a little nervous.
"Hello, Master. Just call me Xiaoying."
Shen Sangning smiled and nodded: "What do you want to calculate, young lady?"
Xiaoying glanced out the window nervously, and then said tremblingly: "Master... I... I always feel like there is something dirty in my room!"
"I just rented this apartment. It's not big, just over 20 square meters. I live alone."
"After I moved in the day before yesterday, I vaguely heard breathing sounds in the middle of the night, and it felt like they were right next to me."
"I didn't think much of it at the time, thinking I was just too tired from moving. I even turned on the light and went to the bathroom..."
"There is no window in the bathroom, and I didn't turn on the exhaust fan. I squatted on the toilet for a while, and suddenly I felt a gust of wind blowing!"
The gust of wind made Xiaoying feel creepy instantly. Where did the wind come from in this closed bathroom?
She looked around nervously, but could see nothing. An inexplicable fear gripped her heart.
She got up hurriedly, flushed her face and wanted to leave quickly.
"When I got back to bed, it took me a while to feel sleepy again."
"While half asleep and half awake, the breathing sound seemed to become clearer, as if something was lying next to her!"
She was so scared that she covered her head with the quilt and closed her eyes, and her back was soaked with sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings finally quieted down. She carefully poked her head out and found that everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was just a terrible nightmare.
As she spoke to this point, Xiaoying’s expression became increasingly serious.
"But last night, when I fell asleep again, the breathing sound started again."
"I tried hard to open my eyes, but I just couldn't wake up."
Xiaoying was in low spirits all day today, and was in a state of extreme fear and exhaustion.
Now she can't sleep at all...
Shen Sangning frowned slightly: "Let me see the layout of the room and every corner of the house."
Hearing this, Xiaoying immediately stood up and moved slowly while holding her phone.
The room is long and cylindrical in shape, and there is no problem with its layout and furnishings.
Xiaoying came to the bathroom and took careful pictures of every corner.
"That's not right." Shen Sangning was a little confused.
There is definitely something wrong with this room. It has a very negative energy.
And she also saw the dirty thing in the house, it was an old lady.
The old lady died of old age, and according to common sense, she should have gone to the underworld.
If it stayed in the house, it must be tied up by something or a carrier.
But after walking around the room, Shen Sangning really didn't notice anything.
Wait! There seems to be something I haven’t seen yet!
"Miss, let me see your bed!"
Xiaoying hurriedly pointed the camera at the wooden bed and said timidly, "Master... is there someone under the bed?"
Shen Sangning narrowed her eyes: "The problem lies with this bed! Is there a tape measure in the room?"
Xiaoying was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly: "Yes!"
Soon, she found the measuring tape.
Shen Sangning paused and said, "Take a tape measure and measure how wide the head of the bed is and how wide the foot of the bed is."
"Huh?" Xiaoying was a little confused.
Is this still a quantity? There are basically only a few types of beds.
She knew at a glance that the bed was 1.8*2.0 meters.
And the width of the head and foot of the bed must be the same.
Although she was confused because of her stomach upset, she still took the tape measure and measured it.
She lifted up all the bedding and measured it carefully.
"The head of the bed is 1.8 meters wide."
Then she ran to the end of the bed and didn't make a fuss when she saw the size.
"The foot of this bed is a little narrow, 1.79 meters. Maybe there was an error when it was made."
[It is normal to have errors. Even machines will inevitably have some errors. 】
[It is normal and common for the size of bed furniture to have an error of about 1 cm. 】
[Does this have any effect? It does not affect my sleep, and it is not noticeable at all when I put down the futon. ]