Chapter 21 Chapter 19

Most of the time, Nalan sleeps efficiently, falls asleep quickly, and doesn't dream much.But when she needs to be alert, she turns into a light sleeper in no time.When she woke up in the middle of the night, she didn't feel anything unusual. After all, this was the first time she had spent the night at a "half stranger"'s house.Not to mention, the master's "flower name". What's more, the rain hit the screen window, and there was a faint thunder.The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms tonight, which is rarely accurate. She immediately realized that what woke her up was not only the sound of rain, wind and thunder, but also a slight cry.Listen carefully, it's not just a cry, it's a scream, a hysterical scream!

She couldn't believe it was a real cry, let alone a hysterical scream.In the silent night, probably every sound was inexplicably amplified.What's more, Qinhuai is not a secluded residence, and the neighbors are well-equipped, how could there be such a scream and no one is moved? However, she had to believe her ears. It was a real cry, a miserable, tormented, frightened cry.It was not the first time she had heard such a cry.During the days when she was interviewing serious criminals in Jiangchengfang Prison, she visited a special sub-district where all mentally ill serious criminals were detained, and someone made such a cry.

She sat in the dark for a while, and the crying seemed to stop. After a while, it started again. This time, there was not only crying, but also crying, heart-piercing crying, and occasionally the crying fell down again. , as if begging for the mercy of fate. Nalan got out of bed and stood in front of the window, feeling an urge to jump out of the window to escape. Only then did she realize that there were iron bars on the window, like a cage. I am a little prison bird. Her heart began to beat faster, and she walked to the bedroom door and turned the handle. The door is locked. She suddenly felt how sad and appropriate the phrase "delivered to your door" she said earlier.Why not listen to Ning Yuxin's good words?The conclusion reached at the cost of my life, the farther away from him the better, why should I be the wind in my ears?

She calmed down and looked at the doorknob again. The anti-lock bolt on it was upright. She remembered that she locked it before going to bed, no wonder others.She turned the latch, turned sideways, and the door swung open.It turned out to be a false alarm. It was not a false alarm!Downstairs, there are clear screams, cries, and a woman's voice, although they are not loud, they are very real. She closed the door reflexively, leaned against the door and took a deep breath. Those who know the current affairs, it seems that they should call the police; but she wants to find out first.Isn't the purpose of her coming here just to see what kind of extremely dangerous Qin Huai is?

What's more, how to call the police?What crime did I witness?Nothing at all. She pushed the door open again, knowing immediately that nothing would be left.Because the cry came up again. She walked downstairs gently, following the direction from which the call came. The voice from the living room on the ground floor became more and more real.Some are suffering, others are dying. She felt that her legs were a little weak, but she was still moving forward step by step.Although she was walking towards the living room, her eyes were looking for the direction of the door in the dark. Once she saw something she shouldn't see, she would run to the door.

The voice became clearer and clearer, not only screaming, crying, but also cursing. Scolding in English. Nalan turned into the living room and finally realized that it was the voice coming from the TV. This is clearly a foreign horror film.Nalan saw blood, dead bodies, and a secret room with no exit. An empty DVD box was lying on the coffee table in front of the sofa. With the flickering light from the TV, the words "Saw II" and a devilish face on the cover could be seen. Oddly enough, the movie was on, but there was no audience. Na Lan stood in front of the sofa for a while, but Qin Huai did not appear.He probably went to bed half way through, but forgot to turn off the TV.Wanton waste.Na Lan found the remote control on the coffee table, studied it by light, successfully turned off the DVD player, and successfully turned off the TV.

But she failed to silence the hissing from her ears. At first, she thought it was just the miserable scream from the TV that was still lingering in her ears, a kind of lingering effect.But she stood in the living room for a long time, and then moved a few steps, the cry was still faint and intermittent, although it was soft, it was very real. Like floating from the ground.Cry like a ghost. Nalan took a deep breath to calm down her heart that was beating again.She needs to be calm so that she won't get confused and can make the right decision.When her breathing stabilized and her heart rate returned to below 70 per minute, Nalan squatted down, propped her hands on the floor, and pressed her ears to the ground.

She heard it right, there was indeed a faint cry coming from the ground! Nalan felt strange, could there be a basement down here?She tapped on the floor, but couldn't hear the hollowness, or rather, she didn't have enough experience to tell. She simply turned on the headlights in the living room and the corridor connecting the door, and observed carefully on the ground.The floor of the foyer after entering the gate is made of marble, and a little further in, the corridor leading to the living room is made of wenge floor.The entire living room is also solid wood flooring, each board has delicate and clear texture, and the seams between the boards are also very meticulous. rise.

The cries continued to rise from the ground, soft but clear. Nalan suddenly thought, instead of groping here aimlessly, it's better to face Qin Huai and ask him to give a frank answer: Who is it?Crying in the basement of your house? However, will this put yourself in danger? Originally, I volunteered to enter the Qinhuai people's house. Wasn't it because I was a knife and I was a fish?If he wants to harm me, he already has thousands of opportunities.It's not just because of my unreasonable question. She went upstairs again, and when she reached Qin Huai's bedroom, she only hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

No answer.Nalan knocked again, but still no response.She opened the door and entered. Qin Huai's bed was empty. Na Lan simply called Qin Huai's name.no answer.It turned out that she was the only one in the huge Qin residence, and she was crying underground. Where did he go in such a late night? Underground, the source of the crying. She had no choice but to go down the stairs again, and continued to search for the secret opening leading to the underground in the living room.Her eyes fell on the long sofa in the center of the living room.This is the difficulty encountered when observing the floor. Not only is there a Turkish rug under the sofa, but even if the rug is lifted, a large area of ​​the floor is blocked by the base of the sofa.But this sofa looks like it weighs 300 catties, and it is difficult to push it. It doesn't seem like a necessary place to go in and out of the ground.Nalan tried to push it, the sofa was a little stronger than not moving at all, but basically it didn't move.

Nalan felt that she had exhausted her thoughts of exploration, so she sat on the sofa, staring at the LCD screen of the TV, and then moved away from the dull plane, and moved to the corridor from the living room to the side door of the garage. Nalan suddenly stood up.She remembered that there seemed to be another door beyond the side door connecting the corridor to the garage, which she had logically thought was a storage room. She walked out the side door, into the garage, to the other little door.She tried to pull the door, but it was locked.Nalan leaned her ear on the door, crying faintly. She suddenly remembered that there was a small key rack on the wall next to the closet in the kitchen, with several bunches of keys hanging on it.She walked back to the house, and when she reached the kitchen entrance, there were three bunches of keys hanging from the hooks on the key rack, two of which were car keys, BMW's and Odyssey's, and another bunch of seven or eight keys, large and small. Nalan took down the bunch of keys and went back to the garage.When the third key was tried, the small side door unlocked. Behind the door is a dark space, tempting to explore. The mournful cry was now extremely clear. With the light in the garage, you can vaguely see the stairs going down inside the door. The heart that had been calmed down by curiosity just now jumped wildly again. Nalan stood at the door leading to the basement, not knowing whether to run away from the house or go into the darkness, peeling off Qin Huai's mysterious mask layer by layer. In fact, before she had time to argue with herself, her feet carried her down the stairs step by step. With every step, the crying became more real.woman's cry. What kind of story am I in?Who is Qin Huai?Who is the crying woman ten meters underground? Kuang Yihui? With this thought, Na Lan felt a pair of invisible hands grabbing her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. Stepping barefoot on the wooden stairs, the suppressed "squeak" sounded like dark breathing, and she felt like a bride with a blue beard, about to discover a series of nightmare facts with her own eyes. Deep in her brain, a voice quietly reminded her: perhaps, the safest and safest step is to go back, or leave the house, or go back to the upstairs room and pretend to be asleep, or pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table, call maybe still Bayu Sheng who stayed up all night. But the voice of "reason" was far less intense than curiosity.Nalan walked down about twenty steps, at the end, there was a corridor on the left, and at the end of the corridor was a closed room. The door was closed tightly, but it couldn't stop the crying and screaming of pain. The rational voice in her head became louder, reminding her to leave!It's not too late. But she turned the doorknob instead. On one side of the wall, there was a dim wall lamp, which was not much brighter than ordinary night lights. The light was covering a white figure, who was sitting on a chair in the corner with his back to Na Lan. As if he didn't hear anyone open the door to enter the house, he was just immersed in his own mourning, facing Nalan with long hair like a waterfall. Who is she? "Hello, may I ask, do you need help?" Na Lan knocked on the door, indicating the existence of this stranger. The crying stopped suddenly, the woman was stunned for a moment, then turned around slowly. Although the light was dim, Na Lan could see the woman's face clearly.She almost turned around and rushed out of the cabin, out of the house. She didn't move, maybe the shock kept her from moving. She felt terrified, not because the woman had a frightening face, on the contrary, although the face was tear-stained, it was extremely beautiful.But it was a familiar face.Like, but she couldn't confirm it. On an old photo.Deng Xiao's trembling hands. Nalan looked up and saw another old photo on the wall. She and him were both in swimsuits, he was Qin Huai, and she was the crying person in the corner. Kuang Yihui! "Are you... are you Kuang Yihui?" No wonder Qin Huai's family did not see any signs of "mourning his deceased wife", because there was no one to "mourn".Kwong Yihui, who has been missing for three years, and Kwong Yihui, who has already occupied a place in Kwong's cemetery, was originally locked underground. The woman didn't answer, but stared at Nalan with puzzled eyes. Nalan suddenly understood that the woman had lost her mind. Qin Huai, what did you do? Nalan took two steps forward, looking at the woman's mournful face, the face that was once bright and unrecognizable, is now haggard, indifferent, full of bitterness, recording the struggles of sleepless nights. She has lost all vitality, her life has withered mercilessly, with thin cheeks and shoulders, a wide white nightgown, she is like a skeleton, wrapped in a pair of skins, and her hands are as pale as bones. The white bone suddenly rose up and stuck Na Lan's throat. Nalan was unprepared, suddenly suffocated, her mind went blank, and it was difficult to coordinate her hands and feet.She tried her best to calm down, and stretched out her hand to pull away the hand that was tied around her neck, but although the woman's hand was extremely skinny, she held it so tightly that Na Lan couldn't break it apart for a while. "If you want to scream, I'll strangle you!" It was like the whisper of a devil.If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, Nalan would never have believed that these words would come from the mouth of a sick woman who was almost exhausted. Nalan couldn't cry out at all, so she had to punch blindly, without any strength in her hands. But another hand caught her fist.The hand that was holding her throat loosened. At some point, Qin Huai stood between the two women. "Are you okay? Are you injured?" He looked at Nalan with concern, confirmed that she was fine, and looked at the woman with concern, took the hands that were determined to strangle Nalan just now, and then squeezed the woman The woman hugged her and whispered something in her ear, as if hypnotizing her. Finally, he turned around and said, "Let me explain to you." Nalan stroked her throat that was still hurting, nodded and said, "You do have a lot to explain."