Chapter 7 Chapter Six Seven

Although it was close to noon, it was not known whether it was due to the weather or the lighting problem caused by the layout of the room. The room was quite dark.Fortunately, Ling Zhijie brought the flashlight.We touched the light switch by the light of the flashlight, but the light was not on. It seems that the house has long been out of electricity. After Ling Zhijie cursed, he went straight in, turned to the living room and opened the curtains of the French windows.But what greeted us was not the light outside the window, but the deep darkness inside the house.I was about to walk up to Ling Zhijie, but suddenly I heard another sound, coming from behind, that is, the direction of the bathroom on the right side of the living room. The -- a soft sigh.

I turned around abruptly, but there was nothing, deathly silence.Maybe, I heard it wrong. The scares of the past few days have made me very sensitive. I laughed at myself and walked towards Ling Zhijie.Ling Zhijie lay on the edge of the French window and looked carefully for a while, then cursed again: "The outside of the **** is nailed to death by wooden boards, what the hell is going on with this kind of house!" After he finished cursing, he scanned the room with a flashlight, and I also took this opportunity to observe the whole room. The layout of this house is almost the same as my house, but the decoration and furniture inside seem old-fashioned.The table was covered with a finger-thick layer of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been lived in for some years.Oddly enough, the wooden floors look much cleaner than the furniture.

After observing for a while, I followed Ling Zhijie to the door of the bathroom. The door was closed, Ling Zhijie took out his pistol, and pushed the door lightly on guard, without moving.He pushed harder, but still didn't move. It seems that the inside should be locked.Ling Zhijie glanced back at me, then raised his foot suddenly, and kicked towards the doorknob. There was a loud bang, and Ling Zhijie was bounced back. I quickly reached out to help him, but his weight was too heavy, and as a result, both of us fell to the ground. Ling Zhijie cursed, and immediately jumped up from the ground, grabbed a hammer from my hand, and rushed up to smash the bathroom doorknob fiercely.Under his vigorous knocking, the entire door lock fell off. He reached in from the lock hole, and after digging for a while, he heard a heavy sound from inside the door, and something heavy fell to the ground.

He withdrew his hand and pushed the door, which was finally pushed open. Same rancid smell, stronger than what I could smell from the ceiling of my shower. I glanced at the bathroom with the light of the flashlight. It was about the same size as my house, about seven or eight square meters. There was a yellow and black washstand and toilet around the outside. There was no shower room, but I could see it. On the innermost shower curtain, there is also a big thing behind the shower curtain.And the one that fell on the ground (that was just behind the door) was a big guy with a mottled green skin, a rusted iron base, and a densely packed dark red nylon rope on it.However, the nylon rope may be very rough due to its age.

Ling Zhijie did not stop to observe as soon as he entered the door like me, but quickly stepped over the big guy on the ground with his gun and flashlight, walked all the way to the innermost part, and opened the shower curtain. The big thing behind it was a bathtub. He bent down to check it for a while, but he didn't seem to find anything special, so he turned back and observed the big guy at the door with me. Ling Zhijie looked at it carefully with a flashlight. To our surprise, it turned out to be an old-fashioned large refrigerator.It stands to reason that such a refrigerator is not heavy enough to withstand Ling Zhijie's initial violent kick, so Ling Zhijie is particularly concerned about this old refrigerator.

He bent down, touched the nylon rope, and tried to break it at the refrigerator door, then turned to me and said, "There is something in it, do you have a knife?" I shook my head, wanting to go home Taking the knife, just as he walked to the door, Ling Zhijie's cell phone rang.After he took out his mobile phone and gave a feed, the expression on his face became anxious, his brows gradually twisted into a "Chuan", put down the phone, and said to me: "A Ning, I have to go back to the police station, look, here things, or..." I immediately realized that there was a new development in the huge serial murder case at the police station, so I replied: "It's okay, you go back, I can handle it myself." Ling Zhijie went back downstairs without any delay, and quickly I packed up the few things I asked him to do fingerprint identification, and hurried to the police station.

After seeing him off, I took a fruit knife and went back to 702, and started cutting the rope on the refrigerator.The rope was not strong and was cut quickly.I couldn't wait to open the refrigerator door, and a strange smell hit my face. I held my nose and looked inside, but it was the mud full of the refrigerator, black and lumpy. I scraped lightly with a knife a few times, and the soil fell down.A room that is rumored to be haunted, a locked bathroom, a large refrigerator full of black soil in the bathroom, and a person squatting in the dark, scraping the black soil in the refrigerator vigorously. It's so weird, not to mention me as the person in the painting?I scraped for a while, and the initial impatience gradually turned into fear, and the movements in my hands naturally slowed down.Because I always feel that there is a pair of eyes in a corner of this room, maybe the pair I saw on the ceiling of the shower room earlier, it is staring at me like a cat in the dark... this bad feeling , It is related to the plot of the ghost movie I have seen, and it is related to my current personal experience. I am very clear that this is the psychological pressure generated by the body's self-defense mechanism in a strange and complicated environment, but this pressure is the psychological pressure of the person concerned. It is difficult to exclude.

In order to relieve this pressure, I decided to get up and go outside to get some fresh air before going in to continue digging. But just as I stood up, another voice suddenly came from the bathtub.Grunt...grunt...grunt... I was taken aback, but then I realized it was the sound of a leaking pipe, so I got up to look at the bathtub.Sure enough, it was half a tank of dark and muddy water, which should have accumulated in the pipe for a long time.The refrigerator must have just fallen, creating a gap in the bottom of the bathtub, and the water began to slowly overflow.From time to time, a bubble popped up on the surface of the water, turning around and forming a tiny eddy.

Looking at the black vortex, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then a more terrifying association rose from my mind, which immediately drove me to escape from 702, lying on the window frame at the corner of the corridor gasping. I have never been so scared as I am now, and I have never felt such a strong sense of oppression, so that it really seems that two hands have passed through my chest, squeezing the heart inside! "Is that Xiao He up there? What's wrong with you?" A familiar voice came from downstairs, it was Luo Xianmei. I pressed my temple hard, and replied: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable in the room for a long time, come out to get some air." After speaking, I quickly walked downstairs and came to my door, pretending that I just came out of the house .

At this time, Luo Xianmei happened to be walking up from the downstairs, and she said as she walked, "I knew something was wrong just by hearing your voice, are you sick? I have to go to the hospital, don't delay!" "Sister Mei, thank you, I will go to the hospital in the afternoon, so you can do your work first!" "Oh, Xiao He, what are you talking about? By the way, Xiao Jie is back?" "Not yet..." Luo Xianmei walked up to me, looked at me carefully, then sighed, patted my shoulder and said: "Xiao He, don't think too much, listen to sister Mei, take good care of your body, Xiao Jie will definitely come back, I have a hunch."

I forced a smile at her, and then said softly: "Maybe, she's already dead, right in 702..." After finishing speaking, I looked at Luo Xianmei's expression. Suddenly, I saw Luo Xianmei reach out a hand to grab my face, I shivered and backed away, looking at her in shock. She also seemed to be stunned for a moment, with a very embarrassed look on her face, but then she waved her outstretched hand unnaturally, leaned forward and said, "Oh my mother! What are you talking about? You must not Say that!" Hearing what she said, I realized that she reached out her hand just to cover my mouth, so she hurriedly said: "Didn't you say that 702 is haunted, maybe Xiaojie is..." I haven't finished speaking yet, this The next time, Luo Xianmei immediately covered my mouth firmly.She spat on the ground a few times, and said straight: "Bah! Bah! Bah! Bodhisattva bless you, demons and ghosts are not close..." After reading a few scriptures or something like that, she lowered her voice and said to me, "You can't do that! Don't talk about it anymore, listen to Sister Mei, go to the hospital for a physical examination in the afternoon, and I'll invite an expert to help you look at Xiaojie's affairs some other day." When I heard the word "superior", I felt awkward for a while, thinking that a psychiatrist would find a magic stick to help exorcise ghosts, what is this called?But judging from this conversation and her expression, Luo Xianmei looks like a very normal and superstitious old lady, and there is nothing wrong with it.I was a little relieved, and hurriedly waved my hands and said, "Sister Mei, you are too enthusiastic, but there is really no need. I was just talking about it earlier, maybe it is just like your premonition, Xiaojie will be back soon." After talking casually for a few words, Luo Xianmei went back downstairs.I hurried up to 702, the door was still open, I took a step inside, and the oppressive feeling rose up again in an instant. In the bathroom, the water in the bathtub seemed to have leaked out, and no sound was heard.I strongly suppressed my heartbeat, and stepped over the refrigerator to take a closer look. After seeing the situation in the bathtub, I finally breathed a sigh of relief: there was nothing there, except a pile of stains accumulated at the bottom of the bathtub. I turned my eyes to the refrigerator at the door again, squatted down and continued to scrape the dirt. After scraping for a while, some thread-like things were exposed. I poked it with a fruit knife a few times, and immediately took a breath.I get it, it's the hair.The black hair was tangled in the dirt, and as I scraped it in little by little, an unprecedentedly strong feeling began to flood my heart... This feeling is no longer for the person who may be hiding in the dark. The fear of grimacing somewhere in the movie is not the hair dug up in the refrigerator and the possible corpses, but a kind of extremely bad premonition in my heart-is this hair Xin Jie's? Anxiety makes me scrape faster, but premonition keeps me from digging. If my wife has turned into a corpse and is buried in the refrigerator, I don't have the courage to face it.The inner struggle almost made me crazy. I frantically digged the dirt in the refrigerator with both hands, and kept shouting Xin Jie's name... I don't know how long I have been digging like this. When I realized that the dirt in the refrigerator After I had dug them out, I finally stopped and leaned weakly against the bathroom door, laughing haha. No pieces of meat, no corpses.Hair, only messy black hair, twined and shuttled between the black soil clods... "Ah--" A shrill scream came from the door, I looked subconsciously, and only glimpsed a slightly fat figure coming from there It flashed, and then a series of rolling and crying sounded down the corridor, and stopped abruptly after a while. I was stunned for a few seconds, stood up abruptly, ran out of 702, lay down on the handrail and looked down the corridor, and saw Luo Xianmei collapsed in the corner, there was a patch of red under her head, which gradually became more and more serious. Big, thicker and thicker...