In places like Tohoku, there will be a temperature difference of twenty or thirty degrees between the outdoor temperature and the indoor temperature in winter.

Although it is still a cold place in the south, it is already a white and snowy land outside, and in this kind of weather, the windows are very prone to frost.

There will also be at least a layer of haze.

When I found the broken window, I noticed that there were scratches on the glass next to it.

I looked at it and saw that it was written in Arabic numerals.

Old plays are repeated.

I'm afraid this is the clue that your editor left us, I immediately took out my phone and took a picture of the numbers on it, because it is impossible for this kind of haze to last too long, even if no one cares, with the synthesis of temperature, the cold above will automatically disappear.

After taking the photo, I took a closer look at the numbers, and sure enough, they were still 1 to 7 characters

I'm afraid it's exactly the same as what I saw in the company before, these numbers represent every note, but this time I didn't show this thing to the boss, because this company has never been peaceful, and if this thing is passed on by the boss, I'm afraid the real murderer behind this will be ready to find a prepared move.

After all, this series of time, I still don't believe it, is really an ordinary accident.

After putting away my phone, I pulled the boss and prepared to go to the place where the female editor was when she died.

Eventually we left the asylum, and on the way my boss and I kept talking about the female editor's switch to writing horror novels.

The boss said before that this female editor is very timid in the company, and she is very afraid of that kind of supernatural event, and she doesn't dare to sleep alone even if there is a little trouble.

The boss couldn't believe that this female editor had dismissed her company from writing horror stories.

If that's the case, then I can't figure out why the other person would change careers and do something that is hard for me to accept.

But I'm ashamed to say that, and I still haven't seen what the female editor wrote.

It was about the problem in my mind, and it was solved in less than five minutes, when we came to the residential building where you edited, and when we re-entered the room, we found that there were some manuscripts all over the other person's room.

One of the characteristics of this female editor when writing books is that she never uses a computer, and it is completely handwritten.

There are all scattered on the ground are some messy manuscripts, some of which are wasted manuscripts, I picked up one casually, and found that the other party's self is quite delicate, but at this time, I took a closer look at the content, and found that the content in it was related to the previous woman constantly beating the wall.

Because there is a story written on it, and the content of the story is not much different from this story of knocking on the wall.

It is said that there is a young man who is alone at home to take the postgraduate examination, but who knows that in the middle of the night, the neighbor's house keeps knocking on the wall, and the young man can't stand it, so he keeps asking the neighbor.

It's okay, as soon as the young man gets angry, the neighbor next door immediately stops beating and apologizes, and his attitude is very good.

Even the other way around, it makes young people feel really uncomfortable, but what they didn't expect is that attitude can't determine action.

In less than two days, he began to bang on the wall again, and the young man felt that the other party was very polite at first, and was ready to put up with it, but after a long time, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only find the door again.

As a result, the next-door neighbor still apologized as sincerely as before, and almost knelt down to the young man, but felt that he had done something wrong.

However, since Liansheng's things continue to apologize and repeat back and forth, it is to put it bluntly, humbly admit his mistakes, and resolutely not change.

The young man felt that this was really not the solution, but he could no longer go to the neighbor, and when he saw the neighbor's apology, he really couldn't speak.

So I could only go to the property management company, hoping that the property could help with this, but when I came to the property management company, I learned a big news, that is, the neighbor who lived here actually died a year ago because of gas leakage.

The young man was very frightened, but he did not believe it, so he began to go up and down the stairs to inquire about the matter, and everyone could testify that the family had indeed all died long ago, and that none of the three members of the family were there.

And some people say that when the gas leaked that day, the family drank some wine, but the brain was groggy but did not escape, and before dying, they kept banging on the wall, mistakenly thinking that the wall was the gate and could be knocked out.

After hearing this, the young man was so frightened that he didn't believe what everyone said, because everyone was playing a prank on themselves, and the property management company had no choice but to open the door of the neighbor's house, and then after a closer look, he realized that the neighbor's house had already gone all the way, and the whole room had become a rough house

When the truth was known, the young man felt very scared every night, and since that day this voice has not been heard again.

This is the end of the ghost story.

The ending is quite happy, but this ending is not much of an ending.

When I saw this, I suddenly heard the sound of banging in the next room.

I'm not afraid of these things.

The boss was already scared and ready to run away, but I swaggered to the next door to take a look.

Nothing, just an empty room, except for the constant sound coming from the walls, and I listened for a while as if there was something in the mezzanine of the walls.

But in reality it was impossible, because the whole wall was completely made of concrete, and there were no gaps in between, and I tried to tap it, and found that when my hand was hitting the wall, the sound was not this empty sound at all.

It's as if the sound comes from another dimension, but we can't see it.

I sighed and sat quietly in the middle of the house, and it was at this moment that I realized that the beatings were not haphazard, but seemed to have a certain rhythm.

I was able to repeat it every minute or so, and I listened to the rhythm quietly, and then immediately pulled out the photos I had taken before, and the results matched.

So it seems!

The rhythm of the beating on the wall is basically the same as the score in my photo.

It's just that this music is a minute long, which can be more than the previous one, and sure enough, every time someone dies, then a piece of music will appear in front of everyone.