"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
In the early morning, her brother Mo Zhefan walked in with a cup of hot water. Seeing her sweating profusely, he couldn't help but rush forward and asked with concern.
"I... seem to have had a very scary dream." Qin Yu gasped, looking frightened.
Mo Zhefan quickly handed the water in his hand to her mouth: "Drink some water to calm down first, and tell me if you have anything to do later."
"Xiaofan, do you think the building opposite is haunted?" Qin Yu asked with dull eyes after taking a sip of water.
"Haunted? Sister, do you have nightmares at night? We have lived here for more than ten years and have never heard of anything haunted." Mo Zhefan smiled to calm her down.
Qin Yu shook his head: "These days, opera singing starts across the street every midnight. The neighbors around us went to ask about the situation, but they all said they had never seen the opera singer. So I wonder if there is no opera singer at all. People moved in? In fact, the people living there are..."
"sister!"
Mo Zhefan took the water glass and interrupted her: "You have such a rich imagination."
"My mother came to my room last night and told me that the building opposite was actually a funeral parlor. Xiaofan, I'm a little scared." Qin Yu shrank into a ball.
"Mom has been to your room?" Mo Zhefan waved his hand, "It's impossible. Mom went to stay at my aunt's house last night and never came back. Didn't she mention this during dinner? You don't know ?”
"What!?" Qin Yu's expression changed instantly.
She later remembered that at the dinner table yesterday, her mother had indeed said that she was going to stay at her aunt's house for one night.
So who was the woman who came to her room to talk to her in the middle of the night last night?
"In my opinion, sister, you are always under too much pressure, which is why you have these confused dreams. I have a day off today, why don't we go out and relax?" Mo Zhefan asked with concern.
However, Qin Yu's whole body was still numb and he didn't hear what Mo Zhefan said at all.
Her mind was filled with thoughts about what happened last night and the story her "mother" told her.
Everything is so real.
How could it be fake?
Was this really a dream she had?
"Sister? Sister!" Mo Zhefan shook her desperately and finally pulled her back from her fugue.
"Ah? What did you say?" Qin Yu looked at him confused.
"I said, how about you go out for a walk with me?" Mo Zhefan repeated patiently.
Qin Yu touched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Xiaofan, my sister was too focused on things just now and didn't hear what you were saying."
"It's okay, let's go out now." Without saying a word, Mo Zhefan lifted Qin Yu's quilt and forcibly dragged her out of the house.
As soon as the two of them came downstairs, there was a sudden rustling sound from the opposite side, and several patrol cars and ambulances whizzed past them.
"What happened?" The two siblings looked at each other in confusion.
"Xiaoyu Xiaofan, you guys should go home quickly." Grandpa Wang from the mail room downstairs walked up to them, waving his cooling fan.
Qin Yu quickly grabbed him: "Grandpa Wang, what's going on?"
"Oh, what a sin." Grandpa Wang shook his head with a look of regret on his face.
"Grandpa, did something happen to the house opposite?" Looking at the patrol car and ambulance dispatched at the same time, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the situation was serious.
Grandpa Wang waved his hand towards them: "Don't worry about you kids, it's all adults' business. Go home quickly and try to go out as little as possible these two nights."
"Hey, Grandpa Wang, if you don't tell us, maybe we'll sneak down and take a look in the middle of the night out of curiosity." Qin Yu said with a smile.
"You kid, you are really..." Grandpa Wang couldn't resist them, so he could only say one thing at a time, "Didn't someone move into the building opposite you half a month ago, and it turned out that she was an old woman living alone. Today, the old woman is also here. I don’t know what she did, but she committed suicide at home. I heard people said that she hanged herself with the water sleeves that the opera singers wore."
"Hang yourself?"
After hearing this, Qin Yu felt a chill running down his back.
It was an old woman again, and she was hanged again. This was almost consistent with the scene she saw last night.
"Grandpa, don't you think it's strange? This old lady has moved here for more than half a month. She never goes out during the day, and no one has seen her. She just likes to play some operas in the middle of the night, making everyone around her sleep. Can't sleep." Qin Yu sighed.
"No matter what, the police officer and the doctor are here. We have to wait for them to investigate the specific situation. Okay, you two children, go home as soon as possible." Grandpa Wang said.
Mo Zhefan pulled Qin Yu's hand: "Sister, let's go back."
"Okay, Grandpa Wang, please pay attention to your safety." Qin Yu forced a smile and pulled Mo Zhefan back home.
"Sister, are those things you said about Grandpa Wang true?" Mo Zhefan saw that Qin Yu's face was not very good, so the series of questions he wanted to ask turned into a short sentence.
Qin Yu smiled bitterly and said: "Xiaofan, aren't you curious?"
"Why are you curious? In the end, these things have nothing to do with us. Besides, I believe that with the police investigation, the truth will soon come to light." Mo Zhefan stepped forward and patted Qin Yu on the shoulder as if to comfort him.
"But..." Qin Yu still couldn't figure out what happened last night.
If it was really just a dream, why did she still remember the sharp look in the old lady's eyes when she looked at her.
"If you are really that curious, how about... I accompany you downstairs tonight? But we can't interfere with the police officer's official duties." Mo Zhefan sighed.
Seeing this, Qin Yu nodded immediately: "It's rare to see you so conscientious, so it's settled."
