In the dark corridor, Jiang Jinjiu held a small flashlight, covered the lamp head with his fingers, and shone a little light from between his fingers towards the ground. Step lightly, and raise your breath every time you take a step. The toes touch the ground first, and then the soles of your feet slowly touch the ground, for fear of disturbing the sensor lights in the corridor. His head was tilted, his left ear was listening downstairs, and his right ear was listening upstairs, praying in his heart that no one would interfere with him.
Arriving on the fourth floor without any surprise, when he first saw a row of yellow talisman paper stuck on the door frame of 401, he felt his scalp tightening. The light shifted downwards, revealing a big face! A pair of eyes as big as lightbulbs were so fierce that his heart skipped a beat in shock.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a portrait of Zhong Kui.
Jiang Jinjiu smiled contemptuously, thinking that it was quite complete, why not bring the Jade Emperor here too.
But the ridicule in his heart was just to cover up his nervousness. The hand holding the key tightly betrayed him, and there was almost no blood in the nail cap of his thumb.
He slowly stretched out his hand and accidentally saw Zhong Kui's fierce face. At close range, he felt that his soul was about to be taken away by Zhong Kui's two big eyeballs, and he took a step back in panic.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, mocking himself for being so timid.
He turned off the flashlight, stretched out his hand again, and glanced at Zhong Kui unconsciously. The portrait in the darkness was blurry, except for the two white eyes that were particularly clear. He imagined Zhong Kui's fierce appearance, but was frightened back.
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted. He was tired of the current silence, and he wanted someone to give him advice on whether to stay or go.
He stood there with dark eyes, thinking that minutes had passed, but in fact only a few seconds had passed, and he regretted having ever thought of being tired of the silence.
When people cannot see things in the dark, their hearing becomes more sensitive.
The sound of the toilet flushing, the sound of gurgling water flowing through the sewer pipe, the sound of something being knocked over, the sound of something scratching on the ground... It is especially clear when the night is deep and quiet, but the source cannot be identified. The disturbance made him very flustered. Especially the sound of the corridor door closing made people tremble.
Jiang Jinjiu didn't dare to delay any longer. He took a deep breath and held it in his mouth. He carefully unlocked the door and slowly opened the door halfway. He squeezed into the room and closed the door. He leaned on the door and listened carefully. He didn't hear anything. Then he took a long breath.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and glanced at his watch. It read eleven-fifteen.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that it took more than ten minutes to get up to the fourth floor, which would make people laugh to death.
He turned on the flashlight and found that he was in the entrance hall. He took two steps and entered the living room. The living room was very empty, with not a single piece of furniture or furnishings. There was a thick layer of dust on the floor, and a layer of dust stuck to the white walls. The corners of the walls and roofs were covered with spider webs, and there was ashes in the webs.
He found the light switch, but it wouldn't come on. He was not surprised and went to the right side of the entrance. Looking through the glass on the door, there is the kitchen.
He opened the door, "I'll go! It stinks!"
There were a few flies hovering over the kitchen sink. The inside of the sink looked like the back of a toad, exuding the stench of mud in the sewer.
The cabinet door panel under the sink was removed, the wall of the sewer pipe was covered with gray-black fine hairs, and the adjacent wall was covered with mildew. Cockroaches roamed the area unscrupulously, leaving countless footprints on the white cabinet walls.
There were large and small black unknown objects on the kitchen floor. Some had the corpses of flies and caterpillars stuck to them, and some had a green oily sheen with no dust at all.
He frowned, turned around and walked into the next door.
This is a second bedroom.
There is a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the corner to the right of the door. The door is half open, and the spider webs inside are intertwined. Except for a vest rolled up on the middle partition and placed in the corner, there is nothing else.
There is a set of tables and chairs on the left side of the door. The style is the wooden double desk and single wooden chair found in school classrooms in the late 1970s.
Opposite the table and chairs is the window, covered with blue coarse curtains. The hooks of the curtains were covered with spider silk, and the cloth was covered with fluffy dust.
There was a bed at the end of the room. Two pieces of the bed board were missing at the head of the bed, and the gap was almost filled with spider webs. Through the sporadic gaps, you can see a toy robot with its right foot missing lying underneath. The dust on its body is thinner than the surroundings.
Jiang Jinjiu thought this was a little boy's bedroom.
Seeing that there was nothing suspicious, he went to the opposite room.
It was the master bedroom. It was empty, not even the curtains. There was more dust and cobwebs.
But the balcony outside the master bedroom was very messy, with large and small packaging boxes stacked randomly, waste newspapers scattered on the floor, and some unknown black objects stuck to it.
There was khaki tape stuck to the window frame. Most of it had lost its stickiness and hung there, as if it would fall off at the slightest touch.
"That's it?" Jiang Jinjiu was a little disappointed.
The haunted house he imagined would have at least a half-length portrait of a person, an old TV, a blood-stained sofa, and the corpse of a rat.
But this haunted house is just a dusty world, full of the smell of decay. Recalling Qin Zhenyang's serious words during the day, he was convinced that Qin Zhenyang wanted to scare him.
"Where did the ghost come from in this world? This must be Old Man Qin's bad taste."
Jiang Jinjiu was angry, but he was even more angry that he took it seriously. However, my anger has returned and I still have to do my homework.
Looking at the thick dust on the tables and chairs, Jiang Jinjiu was glad that he had a shoe shine cloth in his bag.
He wanted to go to the kitchen and wet the rag, but thinking about the smell there gave him a headache. Thinking that I haven't been to the toilet yet, I just wanted to take a look.
The toilet is over the entrance.
"It grosses me out!"
The floor of the toilet was completely black, and the sour stench was mixed with a strange smell like gas, which was both spicy and pungent. The dirt in the toilet is yellow with black, there are brown marks on the wall made of white tiles, and there are little rust spots on the surface of the stainless steel wall hanging. The inside of the sink was full of rust stains, and the only clean thing was the wooden-framed round mirror nailed to the top of the sink.
It has a retro style and is large enough to illuminate half of a person's body, without any dust on it. The red paint on the wood is as bright as new, with only some wear in the two symmetrical grooves on the lower frame.
However, the mirror is too clean.
Although the stench in the toilet was overwhelming, he covered his nose and resisted looking in the mirror.
The mirror is oval in shape, with a wooden frame about three fingers wide. The top is embossed with two budding lotuses, the middle is outlined with water patterns, and the bottom is carved with lotus leaves. The workmanship is very exquisite.
It looks like the dressing mirror of an aristocratic daughter in a costume drama, but it feels very awkward when hung in a modern home.
He took off the mirror and looked at the back, and found a circular blue stone slab about fifteen centimeters in diameter embedded in the center of the board, with a painting of Guanyin's lotus painted on it. However, after years of washing, the oil paint has faded, and the color of the seat lilies is as dull as withering.
Jiang Jinjiu couldn't see anything unusual, so he hung the mirror back up and took a photo.
But somehow, he felt a little weird.
In his mind, he thought that his expression should be that of frowning and feeling uncomfortable due to the stench. But the self in the mirror had the same uncomfortable expression, but it was even more gloomy.
Looking at myself, the eyes in the mirror became colder and colder. The more I looked at him, the stranger I felt, and I felt panicked for no reason. He avoided the gaze in the mirror, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that he was still looking at himself in the mirror. Looking at it in the blink of an eye, I am still myself. He couldn't help but raise his hand. The action in the mirror was the same, but his eyes seemed to threaten him.
He grinned again, his expression in the mirror was the same, but his eyes flickered, full of cunning and scheming.
He wanted to avoid it, but suddenly he felt like his eyes were being sucked and couldn't move away. In his mind, he had the illusion that his eyes were dilating and the surrounding light was being swallowed by darkness.
He hurriedly shined the flashlight on himself and saw himself clearly, and the strange feeling disappeared.
"It looks like it's an illusion caused by the dim light. No wonder the old man said he shouldn't look in the mirror in the middle of the night."
Jiang Jinjiu shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned on the faucet.
After a few roars, all that came out was rusty water. It took a while for the water to become clear.
He wet the rag and wiped the tables and chairs. Only then did I see that there were many little people and objects drawn with pencils and colored ink on the table, even the table legs. Especially the two sides of the right front leg are covered with red paint, densely packed, like words, like animals, or maybe nothing at all.
He didn't pay attention to this. He took out a candle as thick as a small finger from his bag and lit it. Then he took out paper and pen and put them on the table, and began to worry.
Jiang Jinjiu likes to read novels, but they are all suspense, detective, martial arts and science fiction novels. He has never read a supernatural novel.
Although he has watched several zombie movies by Lin Zhengying, they have nothing to do with today. He regrets that he was distracted when his classmates were telling ghost stories. They put on headphones to listen to music while listening to the radio "XX Tells Ghost Stories".
Right now, my head is really full of debris, and I can't even put it together.
After writing and tearing up the one hundred pages of manuscript paper, there were already twenty-four paper balls on the floor.
He looked at his watch. It was almost one o'clock. But I didn’t even write the beginning, and I felt very depressed.
He wanted to vent, so he stretched out on the chair, closed his eyes tightly, and screamed. He stopped when he felt that all the hard lumps in his body were dissipated. However, when he relaxed, he lost consciousness!
About ten minutes later, his left hand suddenly moved and rested on the table. The movement was unnatural, as if someone was dragging his hand and placing it on the table.
Then he put his right hand on the table in the same way, and then he sat up with his head tilted back as if someone pushed his back. Finally, someone straightened his neck and put a collar on it, with his head standing slightly tilted on his neck.
His eyes were closed during the whole process and he didn't move his eyeballs.
Suddenly, he grabbed the pen with his right hand, but his fingers were not flexible. He dropped the pen three times before putting it between his two fingers. He held it tightly as if he was afraid of dropping it and began to scratch on the paper.
The tip of the pen cut the paper, but he didn't care and continued his action.
Gradually, his movements became smaller and smaller, his fingers became more and more flexible, and finally he could write a neat line of handwriting.
A line of "I" characters.
At this time, he picked up a few pages of paper with his left hand and tore them off vigorously. On a clean page, he begins writing.
He just kept his eyes closed, sitting upright and writing. When you finish writing on one piece of paper, you turn to the next page and continue writing.
At 3:59 in the morning, when he wrote the last word, his waist suddenly collapsed, his back was hunched, his neck was bent, and he leaned against the back of the chair and stopped moving. He dragged the pen with his right hand and stuck it on his leg. The pen fell apart and he didn't open his eyes.
As time passes, the sun rises in the east.
Although the sunlight is dazzling, it is completely blocked by the curtains. Normally he would be awakened by the need to pee, but now he was sleeping very deeply.
"Get up! Get up!"
At six o'clock, a sharp sound came from the pocket on the back of the chair, waking him up.
He was very disgusted by this, with a confused look on his face.
I straightened up and rubbed my stiff neck and my left buttocks, which had no feeling, and let the child's voice on the phone yell crazily, "Wake up! Get up!".
He stretched his muscles as much as he could, and screamed as he exhaled. Suddenly, he felt a wave of bad breath coming from his stomach. He quickly covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet. There was a loud sound of vomiting. He must have vomited all the stomach acid water.
When he came out, he was completely awake. It wasn't because of the vomiting, which made him even more dizzy.
The reason why he was sober was that he was stimulated by the unpleasant smell in the toilet. At this moment, the vomit with the smell of alcohol was added, and its lethality was comparable to that of a skunk's liquid fart.
Forced to have no choice but to wash up in the kitchen, he even had to urinate there.
Seeing that the yellow water flowing out of the faucet was as yellow as his urine, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The tap water became clear after five minutes, and it only took him five seconds to wash his face.
Then he went back to the bedroom to pack his things, sighing secretly in his heart, "The good job worth ten thousand yuan a month was just blown away."
He shook his head with a wry smile and put the unhappy things behind him.
But when he saw the paper full of words, he was so shocked that he felt like he had seen a ghost. He stood three steps away from the desk and wanted to get closer but didn't dare. He thought to himself, "I'm going to die! What's going on!?"
He stared at the table and carefully opened the curtains.
The dust fell like gold dust against the backdrop of the rising sun, and soon settled on the paper. The light brings warmth to the room and dispels the darkness in people's hearts.
Seeing nothing strange, he finally mustered up the courage to pick up the manuscript paper and read the two lines. The sweat on his forehead seeped out from his skin like a spring, and quickly condensed into particles the size of mung beans, which fell under the pull of the earth's gravity until It got his clothes wet...
At this moment, he no longer cares about the content on the paper, but keeps recalling the scene last night...
After thinking about it, everything was normal. The only doubt was-how did I fall asleep?
He could never remember.
I thought that even if I drank Erguotou to strengthen my courage, it would only be 20 taels. If I was drunk, I would still be 20% drunk. My head was not dizzy and my eyes were not dizzy. Logically speaking, I shouldn't have fallen down, at least not so quickly.
But the fact is that he fell asleep, more like being hit with a stick, and he passed out instantly without any pain or itching.
Thinking about it, it seems like I had a dream. What was the content? I can’t remember clearly, there seems to be someone there, but what did he do? "
Suddenly an astonishing thought came to his mind: "Could this be written by a ghost in a haunted house!?"
