"Captain Mo, why don't you come to my house for some food?"
These neighbors all lived downstairs from Lao Mo. They knew that his wife had gone back to her parents' house for several days, and her children were in boarding school, so he was the only one at home.
However, Lao Mo didn't like disturbing others, so he politely refused.
Mainly because his mind was filled with what Lao Zhangtou told him.
When everyone got off the elevator, Lao Mo realized that the elevator had just reached the 12th floor.
At this moment, only Lao Mo was left in the elevator. The originally bright elevator had some broken bulbs and it became dim inside for some unknown reason.
Originally, he didn't feel anything when there were many people, but now when he was alone, he felt weird no matter how he looked at it.
"Ding~"
Just when Lao Mo was thinking wildly, the elevator door suddenly opened.
At first, Lao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that someone was coming up and he was not so scared. However, when the elevator door opened, there was no one outside.
The huge house number on the 14th floor was hanging opposite Lao Mo.
Even Lao Mo, a man in his late forties, had his hair standing on end and his scalp was numb.
He clearly remembered that since the woman's death, all the neighbors on this floor had moved away, so who called the elevator?
"ah!!!"
Lao Mo let out a scream like a little girl, and hurriedly touched the yellow bag given to him by Lao Zhangtou from his arms. The more he panicked, the less he could find it.
It was obvious that I heard the "ta-ta-ta-ta" footsteps coming from outside the elevator. This is the unique sound of women's high heels.
And the elevator door refused to close, just facing the huge 14 outside.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, Lao Mo felt like he was about to urinate. Finally, at the critical moment, the yellow bag appeared in his hand.
Coincidentally, the moment the yellow bag appeared, the footsteps outside also stopped, and the elevator door slowly closed.
Finally arriving on the 16th floor, Lao Mo rushed into his house like crazy, locked the door tightly, and brought a chair to hold the door lock.
Lao Mo was slumped on the sofa, breathing heavily, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Turning on all the lights and letting the light fill the whole house, he felt a little more at ease.
"It's broken! I almost forgot something important!"
Looking at the yellow cloth bag in his hand, Lao Mo remembered what Lao Zhangtou said.
With courage, he came to the door again. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, opened the door, hung the cloth bag on the door handle, and quickly closed the door tightly.
“Damn it, why should I eat dog meat if I have nothing to do?
By the way, call Lao Zhangtou, he will definitely have some ideas. "
With a shudder, he came to the phone and realized that he didn't even have the phone number of the old man who set up a fortune-telling stall.
Looking at the watch, it was already 5:30 in the evening and the market closed at 6. If Lao Zhangtou's business was good, he should still be there.
I quickly called my colleagues in the department and asked them to go find Lao Zhangtou immediately.
I didn't dare to put down the phone in my hand. As time passed by, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Finally, the voice of a colleague came from the other end of the phone. It turned out that Lao Zhangtou had already closed up his stall and gone home.
"Which of you has Zhang Changliu's phone number?"
"Who knows his phone number? He is a person who promotes feudal superstitious ideas. If this was not a tourist attraction and we needed such a gimmick, we would have kicked him out of the market long ago.
Why? Captain Mo, what's wrong with you? not comfortable? "
It seemed that he heard that the captain's tone was wrong, and the colleague on the other end of the phone asked concernedly.
"No, I'm fine. I just have something to do with him. Forget it, it's time for you to get off work and check the water and electricity carefully."
After hanging up the phone, Lao Mo fell down on the sofa in despair, constantly recalling the scene that happened in the elevator just now. Are there really ghosts in this world?
That's how people are, the more they think wildly, the more afraid they become. Old Mona's life is really like a year now.
The cigarettes in my hand were flowing one after another, and soon the house was filled with smoke.
Now that's not the scariest thing. The pointer of the wall clock in the living room pointed to 12 o'clock, and Lao Mo remembered one more thing.
Don’t they all say in horror movies that the door of hell opens at 12 o’clock, and the ghosts of the dead will crawl out of the underworld to seek revenge?
"Damn it, I've never harmed anyone before, so I'm afraid of a bird!"
Lao Mo kept emboldening himself, but the goosebumps on his arms never went away.
12:15.
“Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang~”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and Lao Mo jumped up from the sofa in fright.
He held the mop rod in his hand and held it firmly against his chest.
Who will knock on the door at this hour?
My daughter-in-law's natal family is in another city, and the teacher has not called her. It is impossible for my son to come home at this time. Could it be his neighbor Lao Zhao?
wrong!
Lao Zhao and his wife just went out for a trip yesterday. It was said that they went to Shanhaiguan to play. It was impossible to come back so early. So who was out there? !
Lao Mo held his breath and didn't dare to say a word. He just huddled on the sofa, shaking like chaff.
On weekdays, I am known as not being bold, but when I really encounter something, I realize that I am just a coward.
As a result, the knocking on the door never stopped, and kept knocking on the door at the same pace as before.
"110, this is Building X of XX Community. Someone has been knocking on my door outside. I'm afraid there are bad guys. Come quickly!"
Lao Mo finally remembered that he had something to call the police, and quickly dialed the police number in a low voice.
The police in tourist cities are really responsible. Within 20 minutes, a police car with its sirens flashing stopped at Lao Mo's house.
"Open the door, we are the police. Did you call the police?"
The moment the police's voice sounded, the ever-rhythmic knocking on the door suddenly stopped.
As if seeing a savior, Lao Mo quickly opened the door.
Several dignified police officers stood at Lao Mo's door.
"Comrade police, I called the police. When you came up, did you see anything wrong?"
"Stuff? There's nothing. You said someone knocked on your door, why didn't we see anyone?"
These policemen just stood at the door, and no matter how much Lao Mo invited them, they refused to enter the house.
"What do you have hanging on your door? It's very pretty."
A policewoman looked at the yellow bag hanging on the door handle with curiosity.
Maybe Lao Mo felt that the police were here, and he became more courageous, so he casually took the bag off the door handle.
"This is a gift from a friend..."
When Lao Mo turned around, he realized that the policemen had disappeared.
