Chapter 10 Chapter 7 40 Second Room

Whether a person's situation is suffering or happiness is usually subjective. Some people are content with a certain life, and some are not.Therefore, those who can be content with their current situation may as well continue to live like this, and those who cannot have no choice but to try to find another way out.You can't tell where you are successful, and you can't be sure whether you will be successful when you reach a certain point. Some people will never be satisfied. His happiness is only based on the process of continuous pursuit and struggle, so his goal keeps moving far away.Such a person may have less happiness, but greater achievement.

Suffering and happiness are all based on one's own judgment, which is not necessarily directly related to the objective environment, just like a woman who doesn't like jewelry, even if she is placed in an environment that attaches great importance to vanity, her self-esteem will not be hurt. A poor scholar with thousands of volumes of books does not want to exchange diamonds or stocks with a millionaire.Those who are satisfied with rural life do not envy any scholar's honorary title, or high official salary. A person's hobbies are his own direction, his interests are his capital, and his disposition is his destiny.Everyone has their own ideal paradise, and a colorful world that they are happy to enjoy.

I have long forgotten what my own world is like. Since I went to Germany to study at university, I have been running around the world, looking for mysterious and weird events one after another. It has been a long time since I have contacted my family, and I have almost forgotten my original intention of joining the old man's detective agency. Sometimes I always wonder, is such a life worth it?If one day I am really tired, can I go back to live a normal and ordinary life? have no idea.After all, I still enjoy mysteries now. We often comfort others by saying: "Life is not complete."

You can't have everything, and you'll never be the happiest person.However, who said that life is not perfect?What we have may be another kind of consummation. I always taste the taste of consummation in regret and pain, and I feel a little helpless. Early the next morning, I ordered two takeaways, and then gave Lin Zhiyan a lot of takeaway phone numbers, telling her to stay on the bed and recuperate.I don't know the structure of this woman's body anymore. Such a serious injury has healed by one-third in just one night. It is estimated that in a few days, she will be able to jump up and down alive. .

At 10:20 in the morning, I checked my watch, and then I drove the POLO that Zhang San threw to me, weaving through the traffic, carefully checking whether there were any stalkers behind me while driving. . He drove the car into a remote one-way street, then stopped abruptly to look at the map.After waiting for a long time, there was no car following me. The corner of my mouth curled up slightly, and I stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car drove forward quickly. I always felt that I seemed to have forgotten something, and it was only after I calmed down a little that I realized that I had never asked Lin Zhiyan how she was attacked or how she was injured.

Forget it, I'll ask when I go back.After another round of turns and turns, he finally followed the map to the door of the bathhouse where Lin Zhiyan left her luggage. There are many bathhouses in the east and west, but there are few in the west like virgins in modern society, and there are often some special services in the bathhouse. I got my ticket in the lobby, and I went into the locker room, and the lockers are right in front of the locker room door.I opened it with the key I brought, and after some searching, I took out an MP3.Here is the contact recording between Lin Zhiyan and the old man Yang Junfei.Walking into the bathroom of the bathhouse, I entered a cubicle, and then closed the door firmly, listening carefully.

It records all the journals between the two of them, a total of ten days, twice a day, and each call time does not exceed three minutes. The old man's voice has always been calm, and there was nothing unusual even on the day he disappeared. I listened to it again and found nothing unusual. I shook my head and took the MP3 back to the place where I was temporarily staying. When passing by the fourth floor, I stopped, turned my head sideways to think, and began to knock on the door on the left of the fourth floor. The dream-like experience last night is still vivid in my mind. Although I still don't understand the reason, but on the fourth floor where there is no way to escape and it seems to be endlessly looping, there is a robbery in this room. Traces of ancient Hakka witchcraft, such as the boy, the spell to stop crying, etc.

And when I think of the inexplicable, very weird thing in Tiantian's house, I don't know if it is called spiritualism or witchcraft. Even if my intuition didn't tell me, I know that the room next door is definitely not simple. Not long after knocking, the door opened.It was an ordinary middle-aged woman who opened the door. She looked at me suspiciously with a sleepy face. "Who are you looking for?" Just an ordinary housewife.I was a little disappointed, and with a sad yet friendly smile on my face, I asked respectfully: "Hello, I am a relative of your neighbor. It's wrong."

My tone was slightly sad: "Can I ask, where are they buried?" "I don't know. The relationship between neighbors is not as friendly as before. Many people have been neighbors for more than ten years and still don't know whether the next door is a man or a woman." The middle-aged Obasan replied impatiently: "Although I feel very sad for the family of three next door, it's best to ask the police about this kind of thing." With a disappointed expression on my face, I thanked you again and again, but before I could finish my courtesy, the middle-aged woman closed the door with a "snap".

What are the qualities of these petty citizens? Depressedly, I continued to walk up, but after a few steps, my steps stopped suddenly.Wait, I always feel that something is wrong.Hearing the orderly words of the housewife just now, she should be a more wary person. How could such a person open the door rashly without confirming my identity? No, don't talk about her, even any obasan who is at home is very security conscious.Usually when someone knocks on the door, they first look through the cat's eyes, and then ask through the door. After all, this world is not as clean as it used to be. After the economic development, it is accompanied by an increase in the crime rate.But why did Obasan open the door so readily?There is definitely something wrong with this person.

After hesitating for a moment, I didn't continue to go upstairs, but went down, and dialed Zhang San's phone number in a hidden place.This stalker, I found that I began to trust him more and more. Although he never said anything to me, even his name was absolutely false, but that kind of trust may come more from intuition. Zhang San came quickly, with a travel bag on his back, and asked me, "Where is it?" "Where is what?" I asked back. "That strange woman you found." There was a hint of anxiety on his face. I narrowed my eyes slightly, and said slowly, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you so impatient?" "I..." He only uttered one word, and then his voice stopped abruptly. He took a deep breath and sat beside me. "It seems that you have already guessed my intention of asking you to move here." "I guessed a little bit." I shrugged my shoulders, "Is this the starting point of the Xiong's wife's incident?" "Strictly speaking, no." Zhang San shook his head. "The place where the first case actually happened was on a hillside of Lingshan. Several young people died there on the night when Chiyue appeared. They tore apart, and the murders that happened in Lingshan City later showed the same tear marks." "Does Tiantian and her parents have it too?" I asked lightly. "That's right. It can be said that the homicide in their house is the second case. There are many strange problems in them that the police have been troubled with. Although the police issued a blackout order to the local media that night, they are not allowed to report any related incidents." matters, but some information has been revealed." Zhang San said. "First of all, Tiantian's father went to Lingshan for a stroll the next morning after Chiyue happened. He didn't know what happened in Lingshan. Anyway, according to the security guard downstairs in the community, he was very excited. home, and then there was a murder at home." I pondered for a moment and asked: "The newspaper said that Tiantian's mother killed her daughter and her husband, but the murderer died in the detention room of the police station. disappeared. And Tiantian's body disappeared. What about this?" "It's true. It can even be said that all the homicides in Lingshan City follow a similar pattern." "What!" I stood up in surprise. Zhang San said with a wry smile: "Since the 20-odd days since the red moon phenomenon occurred, a total of forty-seven similar murders have occurred in Lingshan City." "So many!" I was surprised again. "There's something even weirder," Zhang San sighed, "The forty-seven cases involved a family of three, including a father, a mother, and a child no older than nine years old. There are many similar places. On the day of the incident, there must have been a member of a certain family who had been to Lingshan. The mother killed the murderer, the father and the child were killed at the time of the incident, and after the incident, the mother's head and the child's corpse It disappeared. Now Lingshan has been sealed off by the police, and no one is allowed to enter or leave." "Forty-seven?" I was silent for a moment, thinking quickly.Why does this number feel so strange? "Forget it." I shook my head and stretched, "Let's go to 402 to have a look, maybe there will be some surprises!" We walked slowly from the stairs to the fourth floor, during which I told Zhang San my guess about the house. "There is a very young family of three living in Room 402. Their age is not more than twenty years old, and the child is only about four years old." I said, "I only found out after asking the security guard downstairs." Yes, the security guard told me that the previous room No. 402 was rented to a very superstitious family a year ago. "Their family often made things that made people feel smoky, and finally the whole family died in that house. After they died, the reputation of the house was also bad, and the owner lowered the rent again and again. I live in that place. The family of three living here is very poor. It is because they are poor that they live there. It is rare to see them interacting with the neighbors in the neighborhood. Even if they see people, they will walk quickly with their heads down. Some people even threatened I saw the young father of that family rummaging through the trash at night for his daughter to eat food that had just been thrown away and hadn't rotted." I paused, and then said: "These are all digressions, anyway, there is one thing that is very strange, there is absolutely no middle-aged Obasan in that house, and that Obasan, after I described her physical features, Lou The security guards are also at a loss. It means that the middle-aged woman is someone who shouldn't be here at all!" Zhang San's eyes lit up, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't speak, but his pace obviously quickened. "Why, can't you tell me something frankly now?" I turned my head and glanced at him. He gave me a deep look, showing a very helpless expression. "Not yet, I promised someone that I can only tell you everything if you meet certain conditions." "Is that person the bastard president Yang Junfei?" I frowned. "can not say." "Huh, I guess it will be." I was also a little helpless, this bastard president, who often does not know the priorities, has disappeared now, and left me with a lot of mess, which is a headache!But looking at it now, even if Zhang San was pulled by his tongue and tortured with the top ten torture methods of the Qing Dynasty, he would still not be able to speak. Forget it, I don't bother to make things difficult for him.It was a rare time for me to be kind, and I said depressedly: "That's how it is, you can tell me when I meet the requirements, but before that, don't hang up!" "Don't worry." Zhang San laughed heartily: "My life is a fight with your bastard cockroach president, hahaha." Soon I came to Tiantian's neighbor's door, I signaled Zhang San to hide aside, and knocked on the door myself. This old building has only one entrance and exit, which is a single staircase. Although there are great security concerns, it is very convenient for surveillance. When I was waiting for Zhang San, I paid attention to the stairs. There were not many people coming in and out. Unless she jumped off the building, the woman must still be in the building. After knocking for nearly a minute, no one opened the door. The security guard downstairs said that all three members of this family hadn't gone out of the room recently. Since they didn't go out and no one came to open the door, they were probably under control. Zhang San also noticed it. He nodded at me, signaled me to back up, and then kicked the door suddenly, and the anti-theft door was kicked open just like that. As soon as the door opened, Zhang San rushed in quickly, quickly took out a pistol from his pocket, and glanced around. There is no one in the living room, and it can even be said that there is no furniture, which is clear at a glance.There are only some incomplete and messy vegetable leaves in the place, which should be picked up from the vegetable market. Zhang San seemed to have discovered something. He squatted down cautiously while groping the ground, and whispered, "There are traces of a fight here, but one side was quickly suppressed." I was stunned, and sure enough, I was guessed right.That woman did have a problem. Zhang San stood up and was about to walk into the opposite kitchen, but I grabbed him. "Wait a minute!" I frowned and picked up something from the ground, which was an egg and a dozen grains of rice, "It's strange, how could there be these things." "Isn't it just ordinary eggs and rice? What's so strange." Zhang San was a little impatient. "Idiot, you are still a local, and you don't even know these things. This is rice soul, a method used by Hakka people to call soul. It is the so-called rice soul, which is made by ten grains of rice representing three souls and seven souls. call the soul. "It is said that when the fairy woman is calling for her soul, she will first put an egg on the ground, then put dozens of grains of rice in her palm, while circling around the egg, she will move the rice grains in her palm with her hands, and say: 'The East is lost. The soul of Chiyang boy gives three souls, the soul lost in the south, Chiyang boy releases three souls. Go up to the altar, soldiers and horses go down to the altar god, Jiu Niu Patriarch chases three souls, Vision Bodhisattva sends three souls, bridge land gives three souls. Three souls return to the body, three souls return to the belly, seven souls return to the feet, three souls and seven souls return to themselves!' "After reading, the fairy woman stomped her feet. If the eggs rolled on the ground at this time, it means that the soul has been sent back. The eggs here represent the patient. When the patient arrives home, he needs to steam the eggs, and then use a piece of red cloth and a piece of white cloth to make a double bed." Put ten grains of rice into it and carry it with you for ninety days. In this way, the lost soul can be fixed in the body again, and the wearing time cannot be shortened. But there are also those who do not put rice into the amulet, and the method is to soak water to eat." I held the egg in a strange way, "However, the method of calling the rice soul is a bit strange, and the place is not right. When calling the soul, the rice and eggs should be placed in a certain position according to the zodiac of the day, but these things are actually placed in the In the corner of the living room. It's strange, and this egg is also a little strange." I carefully tossed the egg into the air, it was too light, it should be empty inside. I cracked the egg that was intact on the surface, and I was shocked.Inside the egg were butterflies, scorpions, centipedes, poisonous bees, and a tiny blue snake of unknown species. It is exactly the same as the egg used to call the soul in Tiantian's house.If you want to say something different, there is a small hole in the egg in Tiantian's house, and the egg here is repaired by some method after stuffing it in. At least the surface is very complete, and there is no abnormality. I stared at the thing in front of me so hard that my brain couldn't process it for a while.Calling the soul, robbing the boy, the spell to stop crying, rice soul, each of them is like a Hakka feudal custom, but each method has a strange change, what is the connection between these things?Is everything done by the same organization or force? So what exactly do they want to do with this complicated ritual?Is it premeditating some kind of religious behavior? His head was in a mess, and Zhang San was thinking about something silently. After about a minute, he gently pushed me, "Let's go, let's go to another room." As soon as he finished speaking, I suddenly felt the sky darken suddenly. The originally clear afternoon sun began to turn gray, and the sun went down quickly, turning into night, and the whole room was pitch black. Then I found myself sleeping on a small bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking. There were some strange traces on the ceiling. I always felt that the traces looked more and more like a human face, with a nose and eyes. He stared at me stubbornly.I shuddered and looked away. Where are you?What is this place?who am I?I sat up from the bed in a daze, unable to control myself, my appearance was reflected in the mirror opposite.This is me?I realized that I was about seven years old, in pajamas, rubbing my eyes. Just when he was wondering, at this moment, the phone in the dormitory suddenly rang. I subconsciously stretched my hand towards the head of the bed, but found nothing. I was about to turn my head to look, when I suddenly froze.A strange message suddenly popped up in my mind, there is no phone in my dormitory. So, where did the phone ring come from? next door?No, the voice clearly echoed in his own bedroom.where?Where exactly? The ringing of the phone was muffled, there must be something blocking some sound sources.I got out of bed, listened carefully to the location of the phone ringing with my ears, and then fixed my eyes on the closet to the left of the bed. Pulling open the closet, I actually saw a phone, one so old I'd only seen it in a museum.The phone was still dialed with a rotary dial, and the mottled red paint had peeled off a lot, but the color still seemed bright red inexplicably, as bright red as fresh blood. The phone kept ringing sharply, and the sound rushed into my ears, like a sharp needle piercing a nerve. My whole body was trembling with fear, but I was also extremely curious. After struggling for a long time, I carefully stretched out my trembling right hand. Just as my hand was about to pick up the microphone, the ringing stopped strangely. The strong contrast made me kneel and sit on the ground weakly, without moving for a long time.Finally, as if thinking of something, he frantically picked up the phone and searched for the phone line. The telephone line broke after only two meters, and the broken end was not connected to the jack at all. How did the phone ring?It is doubtful whether the basic functions of such a dilapidated phone are normal, but now, it is right in front of me, and it is ringing without power and without access to telecommunications. Weird, really weird.Moreover, where is he?What happened to me? My head started to wake up, no, I was in room 402 just now, why did I come here all of a sudden, and why did my body get smaller?I sat weakly on the floor and stretched out my hands to look hard.Indeed, these hands do not belong to their age at all. This is what I looked like when I was seven years old.In my memory, the scar from the oil burn was also there. Through the wall, I could vaguely hear the crying of children, more than one, they were crying very sadly.I forced myself to calm down, opened the door and walked out. I didn't see the crying person outside the door. There was a woods there. The light and darkness in the woods gave off a hazy feeling of frost.There was a girl standing not far away, her eyes were fixed on the ground, staring at it without blinking, as if she was looking at something very beautiful. "Excuse me, where is this place?" I walked over and asked her politely. "What do you think that is?" She didn't answer me, but pointed to a nearby path. I looked in the direction of her finger, but saw nothing. "It's so beautiful." She hurriedly ran into the woods and picked something from the ground. Girls love beauty, probably like flowers and plants. Of course, the girl in front of me is a bit special, maybe she has some weird hobbies.I thought maliciously. "It's really beautiful!" She held it in front of me with both hands, "Look!" What are you looking at?I still don't see anything.I saw the girl spread her hands carefully and flat, as if something was placed on the two delicate palms. "Are you kidding me?" I got a little annoyed. "No way, it's such a beautiful thing." She looked at me puzzled. "Miss, your eyes are not small. Open your eyes and look carefully. There is nothing on your hand!" I slapped her hand away. The girl screamed, desperately grabbing the surrounding air with her hands. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I actually seemed to hear the sound of something falling to the ground.It was like an egg fell to the ground, it was smashed into pieces, and the juice splashed everywhere. "What are you doing!" She knelt down and lay on the ground sadly, her hands were still scratching at the ground in vain, "Look what you did! You idiot, idiot!" "I, what's wrong with me?" Seeing her heartbroken, for a moment I wasn't sure if there was really something in her hand. Sighing and preparing to comfort her, suddenly, strands of black smoke rose from somewhere on the ground. The thick black smoke seemed to be solid, and it didn't disperse even in the wind.It curled up, like a curved snake, flicked in the air, and floated towards my face at a fast speed. I dodged subconsciously. Although I dodged the black mist, I still felt a burst of blackness drifting past my eyes. A piercing chill rushed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. The inexplicable sense of fear made the hairs on my whole body stand on end. Looking around again, the black smoke has long since disappeared without a trace. I shivered and lowered my head, suddenly stunned. At the place where the unnecessary thing fell, it turned out to be as if it had been dyed with black dye.No, if it must be clearly explained, it should be described as a bag of black dye falling on the ground and splashing in all directions, and the dyed green grass is pitch black, which is frighteningly black. Looking at the strange black, I was terrified, and I took the girl's hand and ran away. I vaguely remembered not long ago that I was still investigating in Room 402, why not only did I not know where I was, but even my body became a child.What is going on in this world!