当年,在沈阳城内小西城门里,有一座东安百货商店。从“八·一五”光复的那年冬天起,这座商店前门、窗户整天紧闭,可是一到深夜,商店后胡同的木门却有人车出入。一次,有一个卖胡琴的老人,边走边拉,走到这座“商店”附近,不知怎么冒犯了里面的人,被几个突如其来的恶鬼硬拉了进去,从此再也没见老人出来。这座楼房就这样越发使 That year, in the small city of Shenyang City Gate, there is a Dongan department store. From the winter of “8.15” rejuvenation, the store front door, windows closed all day, but late in the night, the wooden doors of the storehouses alley after another car. Once, there was an old man selling the violin, walking and pulling around and walking up to the “shop,” and somehow invaded the people inside and was dragged in by a few unexpected evil spirits and never saw the elderly out. This building is so more and more