The bleak cold wind penetrated the dark night and blew through the old camphor trees on the roadside, dropping a few dead leaves...
There were only a few pedestrians on the road, all wrapped up in their clothes and walking in a hurry.
On the muddy and empty road, a person's feet are heavy, and his figure is particularly lonely and tall against the dim street lights...
"Damn it!"
The man seemed to have thought of something, stopped and violently kicked out a stone under his feet.
Come on!
The stone hit the tree trunk and bounced into the grass.
His name is Mao Sandao, and he is an ordinary staff member of Nanpu Bank;
It has been three years, three years in a row. He doesn't know why, but his leader Zhou Kongming has always made things difficult for him, almost every day.
Forcing him to work overtime until very late has become a common occurrence.
"Zhou Papi, you son of a bitch! I quit!"
Mao Sandao cursed, threw the black briefcase in his hand to the ground and stepped on it a few times.
Even so, the suppressed unhappiness in my heart has not yet dissipated even a little bit.
He sat down on the side of the road and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket.
Pull out one.
Bah...
ignite.
"hiss……"
He took a sharp puff.
At this moment, Mao Sandao could only feel that an unconscious cigarette could soothe his inner unhappiness and anger.
10 minutes later,
He glanced at the watch on his wrist.
Before I knew it, it was already 11 o'clock at night.
"Ugh...fuck work!"
Cursing again, he flicked the cigarette butt into the middle of the road, causing a few sparks to fly.
Then,
Get up.
After patting the dust under his butt, he walked towards home.
But when he passed by an alley, his steps couldn't help but stopped.
Opposite, the lights of an old house were still on, but the light seemed a little dim.
This is an old bookstore that Mao Sandao often visited before.
In his memory, this bookstore seemed to have existed as long as he could remember.
Why is Uncle Ji so late and yet to rest?
In his impression, the light in this house seemed to stay on until late every day.
Or maybe, it never turned off...
Well, since I haven't slept, let's go in and take a look. It just so happens that I can pick a few books to read in my spare time.
Come forward,
reach out,
Hold the door handle,
A twist of the wrist,
Click!
The door opens.
At the same time, the lights seemed to get darker.
The first thing that catches the eye is the mountain of old books.
"Uncle Ji, let me choose some books..."
Mao Sandao greeted the store owner, which was also his usual way of greeting the store owner Ji Yichen after entering the bookstore.
Got no response.
"Uncle Ji?"
Mao Sandao kicked the messy books under his feet, lifted his legs and walked inside.
"Uncle Ji? Are you there?"
He stood in the middle of the bookstore and called out again while looking around.
Of course, the room was quiet.
Uncle Ji never responded.
Could it be,
Uncle Ji is out?
After a short stay, Mao Sandao planned to come over and lie down again in a few days.
He turned back to the door.
sliding door,
Squeak...
The door is opened.
“Plop…Plop…Plop…”
At this time, the dim lights in the room flickered violently, as if there was a short circuit caused by a wrong wiring.
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
Suddenly there was crying from behind, and Mao Sandao was startled.
"who!"
He quickly looked back behind him.
While searching with his eyes, a door half-opened on the left side at the end of the room caught his attention.
but,
There was no light inside the door, it was pitch black.
"Ji...Uncle Ji?"
Mao Sandao stared at the door and shouted.
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
His response was still bursts of miserable cries.
and,
The sound of crying echoed throughout the bookstore, which was extremely harsh.
Mao Sandao stared at that door and concluded that the miserable crying came from inside that door.
And that door,
He was sure that he had never been inside.
what is inside,
He didn't even know.
Could it be...Uncle Ji remembered some sad past events and couldn't help but cry a few times?
Mao Sandao didn't think it was an auditory hallucination.
after all,
This sound is too real.
Moreover, through the identification of sounds, Mao Sandao was certain that the cry was a man's unique vocal cords.
Confused, he slowly walked towards the closed door.
“Plop…Plop…Plop…”
The lights above had no intention of quieting down, and seemed even more fierce than before.
After a few seconds,
Mao Sandao arrived at the door.
"Ohh Ohh ohh…"
The crying gradually increased in volume and became extremely clear.
reach out,
Push door,
Squeak...
The crying stopped suddenly!
A nearly 60-degree diagonal passage suddenly appeared in front of him.
There are stairs inside, and the material for stacking the stairs should be bluestone.
On both sides of the passage, every few meters, a pair of red candles burned correspondingly.
The light of the dancing candles that could go out at any time made the passage even narrower and longer.
This passage seems... to be the hub connecting the underworld.
Standing at the entrance of the passage, Mao Sandao suddenly felt that something was wrong with the entire atmosphere.
Well, very depressing.
But there seemed to be an invisible force urging him to find out.
"Woooooooo..."
At this time,
The cry came from the end of the passage again.
After a moment of adaptation, Mao Sandao stretched out his right foot and took the first step;
"Boom!"
The footsteps were very clear and floated all the way to the other end of the passage.
"Boom!"
Mao Sandao leaned forward and caught up with his left foot, keeping both feet together.
"Dong tom...dong tom...dong tom..."
After a moment of mental preparation, Mao Sandao walked down the stone stairs step by step.
The dim and flickering candlelight made his figure sway from side to side...
Ten seconds later,
Mao Sandao reached the end of the passage.
He saw an iron gate.
To be precise, it was a rusty iron door.
It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time, and it was picked up and detained here. It is very incongruous.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The crying became more obvious.
Mao Sandao put his ear close to the iron gate and became even more convinced that the sound was coming from inside the iron gate.
"Uncle Ji, is...is it you?"
Mao Sandao shouted into the iron gate and waited with bated breath, eager to hear Uncle Ji's response.
He was disappointed. Apart from bursts of crying, there was no "Hello, Xiaomao" that Uncle Ji often responded to.
Mao Sandao took a deep breath and held the door handle vigilantly, feeling a little uneasy.
A twist of the wrist,
Click!
The door didn't open.
He exhaled, grabbed the door handle and pulled hard to the right.
Ding...
The door moved a crack.
Mao Sandao pulled hard again.
Thumb thump…
The iron gate is wide open.
Suddenly, a stream of cold air stimulated every sense in his body.
Along with the coldness, there is light that beats like the corridor, dim and weak.
Mao Sandao subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly, adjusted his mentality to the best, walked in slowly, and tried his best to search everywhere he could see.
Inside is a very large room with many red candles placed around the room.
but,
Several candlesticks had fallen to the ground.
In the middle of the room is a black sofa, but it is strangely turned upside down...
It seems... nothing.
wrong!
Mao Sandao's body was suddenly startled!
If everything works fine here;
That,
What happened to the crying just now?
Mao Sandao's heart was raised in his throat again. He moved a few steps in as if walking on thin ice, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings again.
When he saw the dim corner on the right, he couldn't stand.
There is a person lying there!
"Who! Who's there!"
Looking at the man lying on the ground, Mao Sandao felt a little hairy, and his heart was beating rapidly.
"Who the hell are you! Speak!!!"
Mao Sandao raised his voice, trying to dilute his fear with a loud voice.
Facing Mao Sandao's scolding, the man turned a deaf ear and remained completely motionless.
After hesitating for a moment, Mao Sandao walked towards the man and clenched his fists, ready to fight at any time.
"Ji...Uncle Ji?"
After carefully approaching, Mao Sandao saw clearly that the person on the ground was Ji Yichen.
At this time, Ji Yichen's eyes were wide open, and his eyes had already dimmed.
"Uncle Ji!"
Mao Sandao bent down and pushed Ji Yichen's body, which felt stiff and cold to the touch.
Uncle Ji won't...
Mao Sandao's pupils tightened, and he raised his slightly trembling hand to explore his nose.
Immediately, he collapsed on the ground and kept moving backwards!
Uncle Ji is dead!
Uncle Ji is dead?!
Uncle Ji, how could he die?
Mao Sandao's mind went blank for a moment. He never imagined that Uncle Ji, who had always been kind, was actually dead!
Find someone!
Yes, get someone here!
Mao Sandao quickly got up from the ground and ran to the door.
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
Mao Sandao had just taken two steps when his body shook violently!
He quickly held his breath and slowly turned his head to look behind him.
He just heard clearly a burst of crying coming from Uncle Ji's body!
But the body remained lying motionless on the ground.
as if,
Nothing happened.
Evil!
This is Mao Sandao's intuitive feeling at this moment.
run! ! !
The sixth sense strongly protested, and Mao Sandao realized that it was not safe here!
But when he had just run a few steps, his footsteps suddenly stopped!
Because of the light refracted by the candle on the floor, he could clearly see that next to his own shadow, another shadow was sitting up stiffly from the ground!
