I looked up for a while, and I couldn't see who threw the garbage, but I guess it would be useless to go up and ask, the person who threw the garbage would have fled long ago.

Curious, I took a newspaper home, only to look at the date and find that it had just been published yesterday.

This is a local newspaper, published by the coastal city itself, and I mainly want to see if there is any news on it about the body of the woman last night.

As a result, I flipped through the pages from beginning to end, and found no special clues, so I took the newspaper and before I knew it, I had already walked back to my house and placed it next to the closet.

The day passed so easily, and at about nine o'clock in the evening, I was ready to wash up and go to bed, when something strange happened.

In the dark, I felt that something was deliberately directing me to pay attention.

Because I was washing my face at about nine o'clock, I heard a commotion in the hall.

I started to think it was Wang Ruohan, so I didn't care, but after a while, I felt that this room was getting colder and colder, and the heating that was obviously installed in the house, could it be said that it had stopped?

I walked into the hall while brushing my teeth, but at this time I found that it was the window in the hall, and I don't know who opened it, and the wind outside poured it up, blowing open the books on the coffee table.

When I was about to close the window, Wang Ruohan ran over to help me close it.

I casually asked, "Why do you have to open the window on this big night?"

The stinky girl didn't answer me, but complained that I didn't lock the window.

Leaving this matter aside, I picked up the books and newspapers that had been blown to the ground by the wind, and then I picked up the newspaper that I had brought back today, and the whole newspaper was opened on the third page because of the wind.

In the past, when I read the newspaper, I only skimmed through it and didn't look at it in detail, but when I looked at it, I found that there was a small page printed in my eyes.

It reads: "Boutique short ghost stories!"

I frowned and glanced at the newspaper, this is obviously a science and technology newspaper, why did it end up with a ghost story section.

Could it be that these scientists also believe that the end of science is theology?

I felt a little funny when I saw this, and then I took the newspaper on the coffee table, because the section of the horror story is very short, and I can't really find it if I don't pay attention to it, and the story on it is relatively short.

I just took less than a minute to browse it.

I've read the story above before, and it's been popular on the Internet for a while.

The main content is that there is a family that sees their children on their children's birthdays, singing happily while constantly jumping and jumping, and the parents are very happy, and they think their children are very happy.

But who knew that a few days after his birthday, the child was seriously ill and died, so a year later, the parents were very sad and decided to take out the recorded program of the child's birthday that year and watch it.

It turned out that the child was not jumping in the room because he was happy at all.

Instead, there was an invisible hand in the air, grabbing the child's hair and grabbing it upwards.

It's so short, but it sends chills down my back after watching it.

Then I flipped through the newspaper again, and when I saw that there was nothing worth reading, I threw it into the stove.

Continue to wash your face and sleep.

At about 1 o'clock in the second half of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom.

At this time, I heard the sound of someone smashing something in the hallway.

Very rhythmic.

At first I didn't pay attention to it, and when I was done with my own business, I went back to bed.

But who knew it was getting louder and louder.

It makes people can't sleep at all.

In the middle of the night, I opened the door in a rage, and then I heard a voice coming from downstairs.

But the sound was particularly loud, and I don't know why the neighbors around me didn't respond.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I put on my pajamas and went downstairs to see who was disturbing the people in the middle of the night.

As a result, I kept walking down from the inside of my building, and when I got to the next floor, I didn't see anyone smashing anything.

Not even a shadow.

In desperation, I had no choice but to go back to my bed, but at this time the strange voice appeared again, and I ran to the door again in anger, and this time I went up.

I walked up the stairs to the top and still didn't find anything.

Because of the very loud voice, Wang Ruohan also woke up.

When we came out again, I was relieved to find that not only I could hear the sound, but also some of the surrounding residents began to open the door and began to complain at the door of the room, but after everyone came out, they still couldn't find the sound, where it came from.

The entire corridor was in a commotion for a while.

One by one, they glared and began to curse the street.

But after such a quarrel, the wonderful sound disappeared.

After a while, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep, and enough was enough.

I saw that nothing was wrong with me, and I followed her back to the room, and it was a farce, and I fell asleep in bed, and I got up at about 10 o'clock the next morning, and had a simple breakfast, so I went downstairs.

But when I stood up, I noticed a strange thing, and that was that my family newspaper was missing.

Last night was a chaotic scene, when I opened the door and walked downstairs without even closing the door.

And before that, I put the newspaper I read on the table of the coffee table, I remember it clearly, but this morning I couldn't find it anywhere, I asked Wang Ruohan. I haven't seen this girl either.

I sat down on the couch and thought back to the scene from last night, I don't remember taking anything out.

The point is, a scrapped newspaper doesn't matter.

The problem is, if a thief sneaks in while I'm opening the door, that's bad.

So, for the sake of safety, I decided to go to the property management company to investigate the surveillance footage from last night.

Let's see if anyone has come into my room during the time I'm away.

The person who helped me investigate the footage was the same young man from before, and after some searching, it turned out that no one approached our house during the previous night, and I was the only one who came out of the room, so I was sure that it was safe.

But here's the thing, there's one more thing that's weird!