Ye Mu was a little puzzled. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info strange things that have happened in the house these days. For example, a puzzle piece moves itself to a different location. He didn't understand, and he didn't understand. He even asked his family if anyone had touched his puzzle, but the answer was the same - he hadn't. How did the puzzle move? He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with any ideas.

He had a job as a magazine reporter in town, and he loved the freelance job and felt special pride. This time, if it weren't for his father himself, he would have gone to him. He may not have known the news of his grandmother's death. hurriedly asked the leader for more than ten days of long vacation and returned to the place where he grew up. His family is also a small rich family, at least he thinks so. At least, there was no taller building than his two-story home in the village. Thinking about it, he was a little angry.

Soon, there was a knock at the door, "Brother, you will go downstairs later and have a thank you meal." ”

"Well, I'll tidy up my room. ”

Soon, calm returned to the door. He tossed a pile of drafts into a drawer. Just as he was about to turn around, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He moved the puzzle pieces that had been placed on the bed onto the table. When he saw the pen on the table, he had a whim, and took the pen and marked four short lines at the corners of the puzzle. After all this, he turned and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he also deliberately glanced at the mirror next to the door, and looked through the mirror at the puzzle on the table.

His house is very simple. A bed with a table at the head of the bed and a chair next to it. These are all ordinary decorations, nothing special. The strangest thing is that someone installed a square, about a meter in size, on the left side of the doorway, and embedded it in the mud wall. Who did that? Father or mother? It can't be him.

He didn't think there was anything strange, the older generation of people believed in feng shui, but he was an intellectual who came out of college, and he didn't believe in that set of ghosts and gods. He shook his head and walked out.

There are many things he needs to help with, such as putting away the dishes and chopsticks, cleaning the dishes. Especially as the eldest son in the family, it is inevitable to be urged to marry by three aunts and six mothers-in-law. After sending off the guests and cleaning them, it was already midnight. He dragged his tired body back to his room. The moment he turned on the light, he froze in place. There was something wrong with his expression.

How could it be? The puzzle was back on the bed. He hurried over to the table, carefully observing the marks he had deliberately left before leaving the door. That's right, these traces are all there, just the same. Thinking about it, the scene before going out revived in Ye Mu's mind again.

Someone came up and touched his puzzle pieces. There is no doubt about it, this confirms that he was right in his previous thinking. He continued to think, pulling out the paper in the drawer and scribbling on it. There was silence all around, and only the faint sound of writing was faintly heard.

"Is it my sister?" but why did she do this?" he muttered to himself, drawing haphazardly.

I don't know why, he always felt a little strange. He couldn't say what was strange.

Ye Mu poured a glass of water, and was about to drink it when a key memory came to his mind. He remembered that he had the room key with him at all times. Then, it couldn't be his sister who moved his puzzle. He raised his head, didn't have time to think about it, and ran to the window as soon as possible. He leaned down and pondered it. Traces of the windows never opened, and the dusty frames speak volumes. The windows are antique small windows, two heavy pale yellow to yellowish brown sandalwood, and two small pieces of round glass. His shadow was dimly reflected on the dusty glass. He stood by the ledge, oblivious to his gaze, and just stood.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot into the oblique direction of the glass, and it flashed before his eyes. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and refocused on the glass. Everything was normal, except that his shadow was reflected in it. Could it be that I'm dazzled?" Ye Mu thought to himself.

He sighed slightly, paced around the room, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good explanation. After a while, he pulled over his chair and sat down. Holding a piece of scratch paper in his hand, he looked up at the glass of the window and pondered. He turned his eyes back to the puzzle pieces that were still in place, thoughtful. He wasn't sure now that it was a human being who moved his puzzle pieces? somehow he felt a little uneasy.

Shaking his head a few times, he secretly laughed at himself, and he began to be suspicious. He let out a sigh of relief and double-checked that the doors and windows were locked. Now the situation does not allow him to refrain from doing so. He must put an end to all insecurity. After being completely sure, he turned off the lights and touched the bed.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't sleep. The room was so quiet that he could hear his own even breathing. In the darkness, a subtle smell irritated his nose, slowly smelling like a carrion. His stomach stirred unconsciously a few times, and thick acid rolled out of his throat until it surged up to his mouth. His mind cleared up and he sat up. Endured the sweat on his head, endured the sour gastric juice in his mouth, and after hesitating in the dark for a while, he turned on the light, and the sudden light made his eyes a little uncomfortable. He opened the window and spat out the liquid acid in his mouth, and suddenly a cool wind blew. Outside, it was pitch black, and the big tree in front of the door swayed in the breeze, making a crisp rustling sound, as if it was saying something.

Almost instantly, he heard a "bang, bang......" sound from outside the door. Who could it be? Make such a big fuss outside at this late hour.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go out and see what was going on. Ye Mu opened the door, and a large area of blackness, especially under the stairs, stretched infinitely black, like an entrance to hell. He swallowed his saliva, a little timid, something seemed to flicker in the dark, he couldn't see clearly, and he was tempting his heart intentionally or unintentionally. Are you really going? He was still a little hesitant.

There was no light in the stairwell, only the kerosene lamp placed at his feet, and a box of matches next to it. He now regrets that in order to save money, he had saved the installation of electrical circuits in this stairwell. He thought about it for a long time, and sketched a lot of pictures in his mind. Horror, intimidation, horror, all dominate his mind.

The darkness reflects a chill. A foul chill ran through his body, down his back, downstream, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. In the haze, a vague shadow, very blurry, as if through a veil, slowly beckoned to him. Faintly, there was a burst of playful laughter. Suddenly, he was completely sleepy. He's a science-believing intellectual, and these must be hallucinations. He reassured himself repeatedly, unwilling to believe what he had just seen. He couldn't help but glance at the stairwell a few more times, and he always felt that something was waiting for him in the dark.