In essence, I am a rough person, the kind that is quite bold, in those years, I died with one foot, jumped over Longqing Gorge in the first wave, was trapped in Wuling Mountain for a week when the wild donkey was trapped, and formed an extreme club, anyway, it was a matter of death, and I really wasn't afraid of anything. When I www.biquge.info was a child, the east side of the Qingyun compound was a mass grave, and I buried people in the year of the Eight-Nation Alliance. (Huang Liuye is a legend, I have time to tell you about it) But the small courtyard has become my nightmare, but what I admire from the bottom of my heart is Ah Chao, and the only one who has entered the small courtyard ten days later is him, which is the thirteenth day.

The noon of the thirteenth day was no different from the previous days, and when Ah Chao walked out of school, I had both worry and expectation in my heart. From the unique understanding of things and the perception and capture of spirituality, I firmly believe that he is the only person to solve the mystery of the small courtyard. But in what way he cracked it, I can never guess. Soon after dark, Ah Chao rushed back to school, and the first thing he said when he found me in the class was: I came back with some things on my back, and I will move tomorrow, and I can't go to that courtyard. We stood there for five minutes, speechless, expressionless, as expected. Seeing Ah Chao's pale face and his mind was in a trance. I found a noisy street restaurant and got a bottle of Xiaoer, Ah Chao slowly recovered some blood, and then talked until the diners dispersed. Today's story is written here, I am most worried about retelling Ah Chao's experience from my point of view, and I will not be able to reproduce the weirdness of this bizarre story at all, but fortunately I am the person concerned, please allow me to use Ah Chao's first perspective to complete.

Baozhu withdrew, there is no difference between Zhu and quitting, every day I go to the outside school, and I do the work again. But I don't have a good impression of that yard at all, I drop things regularly, and the door can't be plugged in, so I open it as soon as I say it, but what I'm most worried about is not these, but the sound. It's really weird, after coming to this house, I feel that my hearing has made a qualitative leap, and the sounds that I usually don't care about are all drilled into the eardrums, but sometimes I think it's a hallucination. For example, I would hear the sound of rain hitting the stone slabs in the courtyard, but it was snowing outside, I would hear the sound of frogs jumping into the pond, but there was not even a mouth jar in the courtyard, I would hear the sound of people pacing in the courtyard at midnight, but I knew that there were living creatures in the courtyard, of course... Maybe...... This kind of auditory hallucination can't be called an auditory hallucination, but Baozhu and Zhu don't know anything, but maybe it's the existence of this voice, and the fear of this room is not like they wrote on their faces.

After the start of work in the afternoon, the speed of finishing the manuscript is much slower, the problem of the orientation of the house and the aging of the glass, after three o'clock, the light is very poor, and the small lights above the head, and the mottled projection of the light at different angles on the drawing paper will inevitably attract you to fantasize about the meaning it represents. Zhu has been complaining about being sleepy when he enters the house recently, and it is estimated that on the one hand, there is a lack of oxygen, and on the other hand, it is this projection. In my opinion, there will be scientific explanations for all kinds of abnormalities that happened before, such as dropping things, which must be related to regular resonance, the door, we raised our heads after the door rang, maybe the door did not open, and the loud noise made us feel that the door was open. These inner beliefs were completely destroyed this afternoon. The story begins with the drowsiness of light and shadow, but I don't think I'm asleep.

I was still drawing my sketch, but the door was open, and I could see the cold courtyard outside, a figure flashed by in a hurry, and the footsteps sounded like a pair of slippers, and soon the figure folded back, an old man in his fifties, dressed in a gray and blue uniform, his face was a little blurred, and he couldn't see his expression, and walked straight to the table and looked down at my sketch. Strangely, I wasn't surprised, it seemed like the landlord, neighbor or some acquaintance. He took a few steps around the table and said, "Are you Chao Lihua?" I looked up at his hollow eye sockets and nodded. "There's something I wanted to give you a long time ago, but I haven't touched it for a few days, so I'll take it off. After speaking, he stepped on the edge of the bed and slowly crawled to the table. Standing above the table, he seemed to touch the beam where the lamp was hanging, but he couldn't reach it, and then I noticed that from the beam to the roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, and a small black rectangular box seemed to be on the beam.

The old man's height was not high enough, and he shook from side to side through the stove in the room, as if he was about to fall, I subconsciously tried to help, but my wrist was tightly grasped by his big hands like pig iron. The energy in my body drained from my wrists and my feet slowly lifted off the ground. My consciousness became more and more dazed, and although I was getting closer and closer to the old man, his dark eyes were getting farther and farther away, deeper and deeper. The nerves of my feet were not at the end of my mind, and I kicked the hard object on the table, and it tumbled and fell, and the moment it touched the ground, the bell rang loudly. It was an alarm clock, and the three words flashed out, and I fell limply on the table. The door of the hut was closed, the sky was dark, and the surroundings were silent, and I lay motionless for twenty minutes, and I repeatedly made sure that I was awake, and I remembered when I had left school, and I remembered the time the bookseller had asked for the end of the manuscript, and I remembered the lesson schedule for tomorrow, all the same as when I first entered the hut, except for the alarm clock on the floor and the dark red mark on my wrist.