142 Belfa Street.
An old single-family house.
There is also its own small courtyard in front, with sycamore trees planted on both sides of the road, giving it a more natural feel.
A carriage stopped in front of the door, and a little girl jumped out. Then, the girl's parents got out of the car.
Compared with the prosperity of King Street, the remoteness of Belfa Street seems a bit shabby and desolate. Coupled with the rumors some time ago, the fear of "ghosts" has made everyone panic.
"Did you hear anything when you just walked in?"
As soon as they entered the house, the wife said to her husband Karen, the little girl who was active in the courtyard just now stopped talking and stood aside blankly after entering the house.
Karen took off her coat and replied helplessly: "Don't think about it. If there is any noise, it's probably because the house is in disrepair and the wind will make some noise."
"There was obviously no wind just now." The little daughter standing aside suddenly said.
The child's words were the most direct, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.
After a while, everyone went to do their own thing. Karen was busy with her work in the study, and his wife went to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.
The sky is getting darker little by little, lights are gradually lighting up in the windows, and the streets are becoming brighter with street lights.
"Drink some hot coffee. Dinner will be ready soon." The wife walked into the study and placed the still steaming coffee on the table.
Karen gently shook her hand to express understanding, the two touched their cheeks, and his wife went to work in the kitchen.
As soon as the potatoes and vegetables on the plate were dropped from the pot, I felt a dark shadow flash by the window.
It was very fast, just a moment.
The wife turned her head and found her little daughter standing at the door gloomily, her head half lowered, holding the door open with one hand.
"Oh! God! Why are you here? Baby, you scared me."
The wife smiled and knelt down and combed her little daughter's messed up hair.
"Mom, won't grandpa come down for dinner today?"
The little girl raised her head and asked innocently. These words were obviously very ordinary, but they made her wife tremble all over.
"Okay, baby, what are you talking about? Grandpa has gone far away and no longer lives at home." The wife picked up her daughter, put her in the living room, and whispered to her, "Hey, darling, let's have dinner." It will be ready soon, just wait for mom."
"Mother."
The girl did not respond to her mother's words, but looked straight in the direction of the stairs behind her, pointed with her finger, and said:
"But grandpa is right over there."
The wife's hair stood up after hearing this. She looked back subconsciously and found that the stairs were dark and the lights had been turned off at some point.
"Karen, I still have to cook, come out and stay with your daughter!" The wife was a little scared, and remembered that there was still something cooking in the pot, so she shouted towards the study.
"Okay! I'll come as soon as I finish writing!"
Karen responded loudly in the study.
In the darkness of the stairs, there seemed to be an even darker figure shrinking back a little.
"Snapped--"
Pressing the switch, the wife turned on the light at the top of the stairs. There was no one on the empty stairs.
There was a gurgling sound in the boiling pot, and my wife quickly turned down the heat so that the soup would not splash everywhere.
"My dear, where is my daughter?"
Karen poked her head out of the kitchen door and asked doubtfully.
The wife pointed to the living room:
"Isn't it just... eh? Where are the people?"
The little daughter who was playing in the living room a second ago disappeared.
"Hee hee hee……"
The laughter of the little daughter playing could be heard from the second floor.
"Really, when did you run upstairs again?" The wife sighed helplessly, acquiescing that it is a child's nature to love to play.
"I'm going to bring the baby down." Karen said hello, and his wife continued to work. The diamond ring on her ring finger reflected the colorful light.
"Hee hee hee……"
The sound of children running and playing came from the direction of the living room, and there was a sudden noise.
The wife was about to complain, but she saw Karen coming down from the second floor with her daughter in her arms, muttering: "Baby, don't go to grandpa's room again, okay?"
My wife, who was supposed to be relaxing, felt a biting colder than winter.
"Hee hee hee……"
The girl laughed the same way.
There seems to be something,
Shrouding this home bit by bit.
…
"Da da da--"
It was the sound of horse hooves on the ground, and in the darkness in the distance, a carriage was slowly approaching.
The tram did not pass near Belfa Street. In order to get there as quickly as possible, Jiang Chenchuan chose to rent a carriage. The price was not cheap. This was probably the most luxurious purchase he made in Beier, England.
Yulia looked at Jiang Chenchuan's back. The light from the street lamp shone on him and the shadows changed. Occasionally, a strange feeling would arise in her heart.
"Mr. Ewell, sometimes I feel that you look like a big brother I used to know."
"Really?" Jiang Chenchuan responded. "What kind of person he is."
"..."
After a while of silence, I heard Yulia's low and sad voice:
"A very special person, different from anyone I know. Unfortunately, he... died a month ago."
"Really? Please have my condolences."
It seems a bit strange that he said he was "sorrowing", but at the moment, Jiang Chenchuan doesn't want to expose himself.
Arriving at Gate No. 142, which is where the rumors started, he stepped out of the carriage with his cane, which he had specially returned to his residence to get. As soon as he stepped on the ground, his intuition warned him that there seemed to be some danger hidden in front of him.
Sensing some malicious gaze, Jiang Chenchuan raised his head and saw a figure flashing past on the second floor, who seemed to be an old man.
"What's wrong?"
Yulia, who was unaware of the danger, slowly raised her head and naturally saw nothing.
"It's nothing, I'll go in by myself and you wait for me outside." Jiang Chenchuan instructed.
Yulia still wanted to argue: "Mr. Ivel, I can do it."
"Stay outside."
There was an undeniable seriousness in Jiang Chenchuan's words.
"Yes, Mr. Ewell."
She was just a facilitator in this operation, so she naturally had to follow Jiang Chenchuan's arrangements.
After arranging everything, he grabbed the skeleton cane and walked to the door. With a slight push, he opened the courtyard door. The room was filled with lights, and the conversations of several people could still be vaguely heard.
"Dong dong dong."
After raising his hand to knock on the door, the sounds in the house suddenly stopped, and the lights were extinguished for a moment of stillness. On the quiet street, only the cold night wind and the rustling sound of the leaves were left.
Looking at this scene, Yulia felt a chill, as if the illusion broken by Jiang Chenchuan's knock on the door was being exposed to her little by little.
"anyone there?"
Jiang Chenchuan asked without fear.
There was no movement in the house.
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed like this...
Ten seconds...
There was a noise inside.
Then there was the sound of people moving around.
The door was opened from the inside, and a pale face gradually emerged from the darkness.
The wife looked at Jiang Chenchuan with dull eyes, paused for a while and asked:
"What's the matter? Sir."
