When I saw her from the window, she was falling slowly like a tree stump that had been cut down, leaning against the guardrail behind her. This scene was played in slow motion on the deserted road.
After sending her to the hospital and settling her down, he asked her for her family's phone number and home address. She still could not say anything. She only took out a small old age certificate from her pocket and a bunch of keys that had lost their luster.
The building she lived in was a popular Soviet-style building of that era. The domed solid wood door was still very strong, but the outer walls of the entire building were ruined by water stains and smoke. It stood alone behind the other buildings, surrounded by small vegetable fields. The buildings on all sides isolated it in the center, and it felt unusually quiet when people were inside.
I knocked on the door first, but no one answered. I took out the key she gave me and tried it one by one. Soon, I opened the door.
Although it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, the room was very quiet. There were some outdated furniture in the hall on the first floor, and a few large French windows were hung with thick curtains. I lifted the curtains and managed to let some light in. I could roughly see the situation in the room. It seemed that the bedroom was on the second floor.
There were a total of three rooms upstairs along the winding wooden stairs. They looked through each room and found that they were all very clean. On one of the beds, there were a few old woman's clothes. I walked in, opened the closet door, collected a few clothes, left a note on the dressing table for her family, and prepared to leave.
Huhu, huhu.
Suddenly, there was the sound of snoring.
I was startled and quickly asked loudly,"Is anyone there?" Your old man is hospitalized!"
My voice echoed through the room, making it even quieter.
Huhu, huhu.
The snoring continued, but no one answered.
I called out a few more times, but I still didn't get any answer. It seemed that this person was sleeping very soundly.
I walked out of the old man's room and looked around. There were only three bedrooms on the second floor, and I couldn't see anyone in any of them.
I ran to the first floor and walked around the hall. I opened a side door to take a look. It was a storage room filled with old junk. Other than that, there was only the kitchen and toilet left.
There was no one around, and the snoring continued.
I ran up and down twice. The snoring seemed to be right beside my ears, but I couldn't find anyone. Finally, I suddenly thought, could someone have fallen asleep in the cupboard?
No, there was no one in the cabinet either. I opened all the doors, but I didn't find anyone.
When I was sitting on the bed in one of the bedrooms to rest, the snoring was still unhurried. This bedroom was bigger than the old man's own bedroom. There were yellow double pillows on the bed, and there were exquisite lace on the side of the pillows. I looked at the pillow and heard a snoring sound that came from nowhere. I suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but feel creeped out.
Didn't the people from the neighborhood committee just tell me? The old woman's husband, son, and daughter-in-law had all passed away in a car accident, leaving her alone in this place.
She lived here alone, so where did the snoring come from?
At this moment, the snoring was even more vivid, as if it was in this room. I suddenly stood up and looked up. I saw a photo frame hanging on the wall. In the photo frame, a newlywed couple was smiling at me. Could this be her son and daughter-in-law?
There seemed to be a cool breeze in the room, and the bedsheets on the bed swayed silently.
I felt a chill run down my spine. I hurried out of the room and hurried downstairs.
The snores seemed to follow me closely. A chill followed my footsteps along with the snoring.
I didn't even dare to look back.
The stairs were lost in the dim light and I tripped quite a bit. The moment I fell to the ground, I saw a hole the size of a tennis ball in the wall near the floor.
The wind poured in through the hole, making a snoring sound, like a person snoring.
I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at it carefully. The shape of the hole was very neat, and it was surrounded by cement. It seemed that she had deliberately made this.
Epilocation:
She stayed in the hospital for a week. The doctor quietly told me that her illness had long recovered, but she refused to be discharged.
I asked her why she wanted to keep that hole. She was silent for a while, and her voice suddenly lowered."In the past, when they were alive, they liked to snore…"
She didn't continue, and tears flowed down her wrinkled face.
I stood up and pulled open the curtains. The sunlight shone on her and the corridor was filled with human voices. I turned around to look at her and saw that she was already asleep.
I didn't ask her why she refused to be discharged. On the opposite bed, the snoring of another person solved all my doubts.
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