Zhong Shu had been extremely nervous these few days. He could not eat or sleep. Although he swore to the chief that he would find out the mystery of the ghost in the building, there was still no clue until today.
Zhong Shu naturally thought of the strange old man who lived in the bungalow. He felt that the old man must have had something to do with Room One. The smell of tobacco in the corridor that night told him that the old man had been there before.
Because there was always a sound underground every night, he began to believe that there might be a group of hungry ghosts living underground, fighting with each other for a little food.
Zhong Shu had just heard a violent knock on the door from the corridor. He rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. It was the girl who had just moved in next door. She seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and her face was almost distorted.
Zhong Shu was like a deflated balloon. He listlessly returned to his room and stared out the window in a daze.
It was silent, and the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed. Just like him, they were ghosts wandering around because they could not sleep.
Zhong Shu looked at his watch. It was almost midnight again. Every day seemed to pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
He let out a long sigh, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He was about to take out a lighter when his hand suddenly stopped.
If it wasn't an illusion, then a woman's scream must have come from next door. The scream sounded especially clear and terrifying in the quiet building.
Zhong Shu put away his cigarette and listened to the other room, which seemed to be very quiet. He gently opened the door and walked out. He saw the couple next door looking at him in panic, their faces full of sweat from fear.
Zhong Shu looked at them in bewilderment and suddenly opened his eyes wide. With the help of the weak light, he found the red handprint on the door and a faint smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.
Without waiting for Zhong Shu to ask them what had happened, the two young men quickly closed the door as if they had seen the most terrible thing in the world.
Zhong Shu smiled bitterly and realized that it was really cold in the corridor. It was only spring now, but it felt like it was suddenly late autumn. He looked at the eye-catching scarlet handprint on the door and felt that there seemed to be liquid constantly surging in his stomach.
Was that blood?
Zhong Shu carefully stretched out his finger and dipped it into his nose.
It was a very strange smell. It seemed to be blood, but it didn't look like it.
His years of experience as a criminal police officer had allowed him to develop some good habits.
He touched his pocket and took out a white handkerchief. His body trembled violently. After hesitating for a moment, he pressed it on the handprint and carefully put it away.
With the help of the light outside the building, Zhong Shu turned around and looked at his door. There was no glaring red on it, and he was relieved.
Zhong Shu would never think that this was a joke or a prank by the lovers 'friends. It was obvious that someone was creating a terrifying atmosphere.
He could not help but think of Spectre.
Although the residents in the building were all talking about Spectre, Zhong Shu had no chance to see him. He only heard that he was wearing a black shirt and a black top hat.
Zhong Shu had an ominous feeling. He glanced at Room 1 opposite him and gently closed the door.
Zhong Shu lived in the room closest to the room next door. Hearing the puzzled voice from the next door, he thought that the young couple must have encountered trouble.
Zhong Shu had just turned over when he heard the whispers of the underground spirits clearly. It was so faint that he could not tell what it was. It was as if they were chanting scriptures.
A wave of drowsiness hit him. Zhong Shu was about to close his eyes in a daze when he was startled by a cry and sat up like a spring.
He quickly jumped out of bed and pushed open his son's door. "Cockroach, what's wrong?"
Zhong Qiang sat on the bed in a daze. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but his heavy breathing made people feel an inexplicable fear.
"Cockroach, what's wrong?" Zhong Shu rushed over and hugged his son in his arms.
" Dad, sob..." Zhong Qiang cried loudly.
"My dear son, it's okay. It was a nightmare.”Zhong Shu turned on the light and gently patted his son's back while comforting him in a low voice.
He could feel his son's body trembling, and sweat had already soaked his son's pajamas.
After a while, Zhong Qiang finally calmed down.
Zhong Shu made him lie down and covered him with a blanket. He turned off the lights and was about to walk out when he heard Zhong Qiang mumble,""Dad, I dreamed of a dead person."
Zhong Shu was stunned. He turned around and said," Don't think blindly. That was a dream. It's not real."”
"No, it's true. There's a dead person in the opposite room.”
Zhong Qiang knew that his father would never believe him, especially when he was talking in his sleep. However, he did dream of a ghost and believed that it was real.
At first, he was a child who didn't know much about these things. He only heard his father mention them. After listening for a long time, he gradually knew a little about these things.
His son's words made Zhong Shu somewhat at a loss. He didn't know how to make his son believe that a dream was just a dream and couldn't be real.
He sat back in front of Zhong Qiang's bed and said gently,""Don't think too much. Go to sleep."
Zhong Qiang responded and closed his eyes to sleep.
Zhong Shu looked at his son's face in the darkness, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart.
He looked at the photo of the family of three on the bedside table. Xiaoling's smiling face seemed to become more and more blurry, and finally merged into the endless darkness.
Zhong Shu only regained his senses after a long time. He slowly walked out of the room and gently closed the door behind him.
In the room, Zhong Qiang's face was slowly contorting. His expression was flickering between light and darkness, and his mouth occasionally let out a string of blurry ravings.
After a long time, the noise from underground finally subsided.
In a blur, Wu Tong felt the door of the room being gently pushed open. A person walked in, his entire body wrapped in a ball of black.
He suddenly smelled a cold and rancid smell that only a dead person could smell.
Wu Tong felt a huge shadow covering his body. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids became very heavy and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.
"Wu Tong, you can't run away. I'm a ghost. I'll haunt you forever! Hehe!"
A vicious whisper rang in Wu Tong's ears.
Wu Tong opened his mouth in pain, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.
Wu Tong knew that his consciousness was still very clear, but he could not wake up. He struggled desperately, and his lips trembled violently as if he had gone crazy.
Finally, Wu Tong opened his heavy eyelids.
Was it just a dream?
He sat up and tried to get his breathing back to normal.
Everything was normal in front of him. In the full-length mirror on the opposite wall, the other him was looking at him with an exaggerated expression.
No, someone had been here! It was a spirit! The cold and fishy smell lingered in the room like a wandering soul.
Wu Tong looked at his side. Li Tong was sleeping soundly. He didn't turn on the lights. After getting out of bed, he walked around the room but found nothing. He went to another bedroom that was temporarily used as a utility room to take a look. Finally, he went to the kitchen, but there was still no one there.
Wu Tong was puzzled. Someone had clearly come in. If they had run out through the door, he would have heard them.
At this moment, Wu Tong heard someone slowly approaching him from behind. A few beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. He stood still and held his breath, quietly listening to the voice behind him.
A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and he turned around to look
It was Li Tong!
"Heavens, you almost scared me to death!" Wu Tong panted and covered his chest with both hands. He felt his heart beating like an engine.
"I saw you get out of bed and felt that something was wrong, so I followed you out to take a look. Are you okay?”Li Tong asked gently.
"It's okay now. Go back and sleep!" Wu Tong sighed. He seemed very tired.
He suddenly felt a little scared, not because of the ghost, but because they had been in love for five years. He had never hidden any secrets from Li Tong, except for his heart.
After the two of them went back to their room and lay down again, Li Tong soon snored lightly again and curled up under the blanket like a cute kitten.
Wu Tong couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He looked at her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, and her lips lovingly, but he was thinking about the blood on the door.
It was definitely blood!
Wu Tong narrowed his eyes, his heart in turmoil.
The hideous laughter of a drake came from underground, penetrating through the concrete and reaching Wu Tong's ears, as if it was describing an evil curse.
Zhong Shu still didn't know that Zhong Qiang had already met Spectre.
At that time, Xiaoling was still around. It happened to be a weekend. Before the sun set, the family had an early dinner. Zhong Qiang felt that the room was hot, so he came out to get some air.
He didn't know why, but after living here for such a long time, Zhong Qiang always felt that there was a voice calling him, calling him again and again.
He did not know who was calling him.
This time, he heard that voice again. It was ethereal and distant, making him think of something terrifying.
He raised his head and tried to open his eyes wide. Then, he looked at the orange building with curiosity.
The buildings towered like castles in front of him, making him feel dizzy.
"Little Qiang, Little Qiang."
Zhong Qiang heard the voice calling him, but he was a little disappointed. It was his father calling him, and the voice sounded very far away.
Zhong Qiang didn't want to go home. He wanted to find the source of that voice.
His father's voice lasted for a few seconds before his mother stopped him.
"Let him go out and play for a while. He's been suffocating at home all day.”
At this moment, Zhong Qiang felt someone behind him. That person seemed to have been paying attention to him for a long time.
He turned around and saw the old man who lived in the bungalow. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were always filled with innate hostility.
Zhong Qiang stared at the man's mouth and suddenly felt very afraid. He did not dare to stay outside the house anymore. He looked at the old man's fierce appearance and quickly ran into the building.
But the door was clearly not locked, but he could not open it. He knocked hard on the door and shouted loudly, shaking the dust that had accumulated in the entire building for many years.
"Cockroach, where did you go?" Zhong Shu's anxious face appeared at the door.
Zhong Qiang didn't answer. He kept looking behind him and went in as soon as the door opened.
"What's wrong with this child?" Zhong Shu looked outside.
At the door of the bungalow, the old man was gone.
When Zhong Qiang returned home, he immediately ran into the kitchen. From there, he could see the empty space outside the house, including the dilapidated bungalow.
He opened his eyes wide and searched, but he did not see the old man again.
"Dad, who's the old man living in the bungalow?”Zhong Qiang asked.
"Go to school. Who cares who he is?”In fact, Zhong Shu did not know who the old man was and could not answer his son.
"Oh." Zhong Qiang blinked and obediently went back to his room. He took out his textbook from his bag and flipped through a few pages. The words in front of him kept jumping up and down, and he could not enter his mind no matter how hard he tried.
He thought of the old man. He felt that the old man was summoning him.
The night gradually fell, and the sound of the television came from Zhong Shu and Xiao Ling's room.
Zhong Qiang closed his exercise book, went to the kitchen, and looked out of the window.
The bungalow was like a grave, lifeless, and the narrow window was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.
Zhong Qiang had been staring at it. He felt that there was a pair of eyes peeping out of the dark window. That gaze could penetrate all obstacles and look into the depths of one's heart.
He left the window and quietly walked to the door.
In the bedroom, the television was loud enough to cover his footsteps, and his parents were chatting enthusiastically.
Zhong Qiang quietly walked to the door and looked out through the peephole. He immediately dodged in fear.
He saw a huge eyeball outside. It was almost impossible to find the black eyeball. It was all white.
Zhong Qiang turned around and leaned against the door. He wanted to shout, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He only called out in a very low voice, as weak as a mouse.
After a minute, Zhong Qiang was mentally prepared before he looked outside again.
The terrifying eyeball in the cat's eye had disappeared.
Zhong Qiang gently pulled open the door latch and poked his head out to take a look. After finding nothing unusual, he slowly squeezed his body out of the door.
In the dark corridor, the air was sleeping.
A fervent voice called out to him again. This time, it was a woman's voice. It sounded so familiar, but he could not remember who it was.
Suddenly, loud footsteps came from upstairs. It was slow but strong.
Zhong Qiang opened his eyes wide in curiosity and held onto the stairs. His heart was beating fast along with the voice.
He could tell that the voice was coming down the stairs at an unhurried pace.
He wanted to call his father out, but he was afraid that once he left, the voice would disappear like the wind.
The sound was getting closer. Zhong Qiang longed for Zhong Shu to appear in time, but his legs seemed to be stuck and he could not move.
He raised his head and finally saw the mysterious shadow. It looked like an eagle crouching on the ground, its entire body wrapped in darkness. The shadow was wearing a black coat and a black hat on its head. Only its face was as pale as snow.
Zhong Qiang's breathing began to become difficult. He struggled hard and his legs could finally move, but only slightly.
Was it a ghost?
Zhong Qiang fixed his eyes on the shadow without blinking. He seemed to have heard a gurgling sound coming out of the shadow's throat.
He flew down quickly, like a bat with a pair of wings.
When he passed by him, Zhong Qiang saw that face.
Heavens! It was not a human face at all. It was a marble-like face, terrifyingly pale.
He glanced at him and seemed to smile. Then he rushed out of the building and disappeared, leaving only a cold smell.
Zhong Qiang's nose started to sting and he ran out in a hurry.
In the vast night, other than the vague aura of death, the shadow had already disappeared.
Because of the terrifying red handprint on the door, Li Tong was worried and scared all night. She went to work early in the morning without eating.
After Wu Tong got up, he saw himself in the dressing mirror. He had two dark circles under his eyes, making him look almost inhuman. It made him shiver.
After washing his face, he wanted to go out and eat something. Just as he was about to lock the door, he saw the terrifying bloody handprint on the door. His heart tightened and he decided to get rid of it first.
He found a bucket and a brush to clean the door. After a lot of effort, he was almost done. He looked up and smiled.
An old lady happened to go upstairs. She glanced at him and then at the door. She seemed to have understood something. An extremely terrifying expression appeared on her face and she hurriedly went upstairs again.
What was there to be afraid of? Wu Tong looked at the faint marks on the door and shook his head.
Then, he went to a small shop on the side of the street and ordered a few youtiao and a bowl of soy milk.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the curtain up. Wu Tong happened to be facing the door. He saw a man in black passing by the door. The brim of his hat almost covered his entire face, and only his chin could be seen.
Wu Tong hurriedly ran out. The boss thought that he was going to renege on his debt and shouted behind him,"Hey, young man, you haven't paid yet!”
He hurriedly took out the money from his pocket to pay the bill. When he came out, the man in black had already disappeared, so he had to give up and return home.
Wu Tong glanced into the bungalow when he passed by.
The glass on the window was very dirty. It was dark inside, giving people the urge to know what secrets were hidden inside.
Wu Tonggang opened the door and couldn't help but frown. He looked around and sniffed.
Someone must have entered the room!
This terrifying thought was not groundless. He did smell the scent of death, cold and stinky.
This strange smell once again awakened his long-slumbering memories.
Ten years ago, on a dark and windy night, he had just left a good friend's house and was hurrying home. At this moment, he saw a person standing by the roadside, motionless like a pillar.
Who would be standing there so late at night?
At that time, Wu Tong did not know what fear was. He walked closer and saw that it was Uncle Zhang San from the same village.
As soon as he approached Uncle Zhang San, he smelled a pungent cold stench. He felt his nose start to ache, and his mucus almost flowed out.
"Third Uncle, why aren't you home yet?”Wu Tong asked.
"Wu Tong, your Third Uncle will never be able to go back.”He sighed.
"Why?" Wu Tong didn't understand what he meant.
"You will know in the future. Go home, it's late.”
After he returned home, his family was very worried about him. Father Wu asked him why he came back so late. He said that he went to his classmate's house to play. Later, he was tired and slept at his classmate's house. When he woke up, it was already dark.
Mother Wu scooped a bowl of sweet potato soup for him and told him to eat it quickly.
Wu Tong ate while saying that he saw Uncle Zhang San on the road and asked him to go home, but he said that he couldn't go home. He didn't know why.
Father Wu and Mother Wu looked at each other. Mother Wu asked nervously,"Who did you say you saw?"
"Uncle Zhang San, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Zhang San just died this afternoon. He died of liver cancer.”Mother Wu said with her eyes wide open.
A mouthful of sweet potato stuck in his throat. Wu Tong coughed for a long time before he returned to normal.
All along, he had never been able to let go of that mysterious childhood experience. Every time he mentioned it to others, they would look at him in disbelief.
Just as he was about to forget about it, the cold smell reminded him of his fear.
Today, when he smelled the cold fishy smell, he vaguely saw Uncle Zhang's blurry figure floating around the room.
Wu Tong clutched his chest with all his might. His heart was about to jump out of his chest. He quickly held onto the door frame and panted.
He had congenital heart disease, and it would act up whenever he encountered something terrifying. Fortunately, Li Tong did not know about this.
Wu Tong didn't know how long he could keep it a secret. He really didn't want others to know too many secrets, even his closest partner.
After Wu Tong rested, he searched for the source of the smell like a madman. The bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, his hurried breath was everywhere.
He had searched everywhere he could, but he still found nothing.
Wu Tong had no choice but to sit in front of the computer and stare at the black screen. He could vaguely feel a shadow standing behind him.
In Guangming Primary School, the sound of reading echoed from time to time.
Mr. Lang was standing on the podium in a math class. The classroom seemed a little small. Mr. Lang's hoarse voice echoed in the classroom, causing Zhong Qiang's eardrums to hurt.
Zhong Qiang was not interested in the class at all. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest. His mood was also flying further and further away.
Half a year ago, when he first heard someone calling him from the building, he would hear someone calling him every three to five days, regardless of the occasion.
Every time, he would open his eyes wide to look for the person who called him, but every time, he would be disappointed.
Who was it? It was a man's voice for a moment, then a woman's voice.
When Zhong Qiang told his parents about this, they didn't believe him and thought he was dreaming. Later, he buried this secret deep in his heart.
He didn't want to tell anyone. Even his parents didn't believe him, so no one else would believe him either.
Zhong Qiang subconsciously looked at a seat in the back row.
He just wanted to tell the person sitting in that seat all his thoughts. Unfortunately, that seat was empty.
How long had it been empty? It had been about half a year. It seemed that since he heard that voice, that seat had been empty.
"Fang Lin." Zhong Qiang muttered to himself.
Fang Lin was his good companion. However, he had lost this close friend forever on a night half a year ago.?
At the thought of Fang Lin, Zhong Qiang thought of another person. He could not help but glance at the podium.?
Mr. Lang was still talking non-stop. From time to time, saliva would spurt out of his mouth. He saw one of them fly to Li Linlin's hair in the first row.
If Teacher Yu was still around, the current teacher would definitely not be this annoying old man.
Perhaps it was Zhong Qiang's resentful glance that caught Mr. Lang's attention. He suddenly raised his head and glanced at the students before his gaze finally landed on Zhong Qiang.
At this moment, Zhong Qiang began to look out of the window again. His ears were filled with the melodious chirping of the birds on the telephone poles.
"Zhong Qiang…Zhong Qiang." Teacher Lang called him.
Zhong Qiang was still immersed in his memories.
"Zhong Qiang!" Mr. Lang's face gradually turned ashen as he shouted.
Shen He, who was sitting at the same table as Zhong Qiang, immediately pushed him away and whispered,""The old man is calling you."
The students privately called Teacher Lang an old man.
"Ah!" Zhong Qiang suddenly woke up. He timidly glanced at the angry Mr. Lang, then slowly stood up and looked at him innocently.
"Zhong Qiang, repeat the contents of my lecture.”
Zhong Qiang lowered his head speechlessly.
"What were you doing just now?" Mr. Lang reprimanded loudly.
"Nothing much." Zhong Qiang answered softly.
"Louder, I didn't hear you."
"I didn't do anything."
This time, Mr. Lang heard it clearly. He glared at Zhong Qiang angrily and flipped through the textbook while saying,"What should I say about you? Look at your grades. You're in the bottom few in the class. What do you usually do?”
"Little cockroach…Little cockroach…"
The call came again. It was ethereal and ethereal, as if he was in a big valley.
Zhong Qiang's eyes gradually widened. He did not hear Mr. Lang's reprimand at all.
Mr. Lang was even angrier at Zhong Qiang's strange reaction. He shouted,""Zhong Qiang, did you hear that!"
The call suddenly disappeared without a trace. Zhong Qiang came back to his senses and looked at Mr. Lang in surprise." Teacher, what did you say just now?”
"How did your parents teach you?" Mr. Lang scolded angrily.”
Mom and Dad? Zhong Qiang's hand trembled and he accidentally dropped a book on the ground. He was completely oblivious and just stared blankly at the table.
Shen He hurriedly picked up the book and looked at him sympathetically.
Zhong Qiang suddenly raised his head, and Mr. Lang was shocked.
Although Zhong Qiang's academic performance was not good, he had always been a well-behaved and honest student. Mr. Lang had never seen such a cold gaze from him. His slightly narrowed eyes actually emitted a vicious gaze.
Mr. Lang suppressed his frantic heartbeat and said calmly,"Come to the office after class. Sit down.”
Zhong Qiang had just sat down when he heard a faint call.
He looked at the empty seat in confusion and whispered to Shen He beside him," I heard Fang Lin calling me."
Shen He was so scared that his eyes widened and he could not say a word.#
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