I stared at the dark second floor, my heart pounding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is no doubt that there are only two people in this small house, my grandmother and me, and now one is standing on the first floor, and the other is still lying in the coffin, so who is it, who is making that bizarre sound on the second floor?

Difficult...... Could it be a ghost?

My heart burst into tears, Grandma, I know you love your grandson very much, but please follow the plot, okay? If you come back for the first seven, I will give you a warm welcome, but I can't bear it for you to come back on the first day now!

I swallowed, picked up the gift box and slowly walked to the second floor. The cardboard box in my hand was heavy, hugged to my chest, and finally gave me a little thin sense of security.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from my grandmother's room on the second floor, as if someone had swept everything on the table to the floor. The sound spurred my little heart so much that without warning, I crashed headfirst into my grandmother's room. Suddenly, my ears were filled with piercing screams, the flapping of wings, and countless black figures rushed towards me. I leaned my back against the wall, closed my eyes, and desperately tried to protect my head with the gift box in my hand.

In the midst of the confusion, I saw a figure open the closed window and jump, followed by the strange bird flying away. I put down the box in shock, and the window across from it was wide open, like a demon's mouth wide open.

"Shhhh

The spirit returned, and it was only then that I realized that I had been scratched. Fortunately, I was wearing long sleeves, so the wound wasn't too deep.

Looking at the sweatshirt with the sleeves torn, I let out a wail in my heart. This dress is completely scrapped, my clothes, my money!

The night breeze poured in through the windows, and the room was filled with the smell of bird feathers and droppings, which, combined with a faint smell of blood, eventually turned into a disgusting stench. I fumbled to turn on the lights and began to tidy up my room. After all, this is grandma's room, and it shouldn't be treated like this anyway.

At this time, the room was really in a mess, like a typhoon passing through, all the cabinets and drawers were opened, and not a single thing was placed in its original place. The floor was littered with loose quilts, pillows, messy clothes, drawers that had been pulled out entirely, and books with flying papers.

It takes a lot of effort for even people to make such a mess of a room, how do you flock of birds do it? Also, you bandit birds, don't think that I'm an orphan and widow to bully, one day I'm going to catch you and fry you!

While I was mentally thinking about the recipes for roasted birds, steamed birds, and braised birds, I quickly cleaned up the mess. Fortunately, under the leadership of my grandmother, I have always taken the route of independence and self-improvement, and things like tidying up my room and doing housework are not difficult for me at all.

As I pushed the drawer back in, a small dark spot on the inside of the desk caught my attention. The dark spot looked round, like a mark of ink, and it wasn't very big, but it wasn't small enough to ignore. So, the small black mark became a fish bone stuck in my throat, I couldn't swallow it, I couldn't ignore it if I wanted to, I had to take out the fish bone, and wipe the trace clean to make your heart feel comfortable.

Well, the above paragraph is a very literary statement, realistically I'm a cleanliness addict and paranoid, although I'm not a Virgo.

In order to get rid of the black marks, I brought in laundry detergent, soap, dish soap, and Mr. Mighty to attack the black marks in turn. But who knew that the black trace was so stubborn, obviously losing his armor and retreating one after another under my fierce attack, but he still resolutely refused to surrender, and held the last position there and struggled to the death.

Damn, that little mark is even more eye-catching!

Again, I'm really not a Virgo!

I was unwilling to continue to rub, the more I rubbed, the more angry I was, the harder I wiped, and as a result, my hand slipped, and the tragedy happened!

"Wow!" I let out a wail, trying to pull my fingers out of the gap in the plank, but to no avail, and my fingers were getting more and more painful.

When did my character become so low? Did my good fortune go with my grandmother?

I lowered my head and took a closer look at the plank where my fingers were jammed. This board is inlaid under the top of the desk board and above the drawer, and belongs to the inner lining of the desk, because it is the lining, and it is a very thin plank. This kind of wood is hard, but it is very brittle, and it has been used for so many years that a little effort can pull off a piece. But as soon as I pull off a small piece, my fingers can be pulled out!

As soon as I made a plan, I flexed my knuckles and pulled down hard. As a result, there was a "bang", and the entire inner plate was torn off by me, and a black shadow also fell out after it.

"......" I was stunned for a moment, like a bear child who had inadvertently broken a vase, and if someone was around me at this time, I would have shouted, "I didn't do it!"

Well, I'm the only one in the room now.

What fell was a small black wooden box, about the size of a 14-inch laptop. It contained a black notebook, a black card with a balance pattern printed on it, and a very beautiful white clear crystal. The notebook was very old, and each piece of paper was densely filled with notes. I flipped through it cursory and found that I had an impression of the notebook. When I was younger, my grandmother used this notebook to teach me how to read.

Sure enough, I quickly found an old color photo of my younger grandmother and me as a baby. Grandma hugged me and smiled brightly under the acacia tree in the corner of the yard, while my attention was completely distracted by the waterfall-like acacia flowers, and I stupidly opened my little mouth and stretched out my little hand to pick the flowers.

That's nice...... It turns out that I was so happy at that time......

Maybe some things are really like this, and only when they lose them can they understand their preciousness. I didn't feel much about my grandmother when she was still there, and it wasn't until she passed away that I realized that I had such deep feelings for my grandmother.

That is the grandmother who raised me and gave me life, and the person I love most in my life.

I flipped through the photo and saw a few words written on the back of the photo.

It was a strange typeface, crooked, and somewhat stick figure-like. According to my grandmother, this kind of character is called "Cangjie body", which was created by Cangjie when he made the character, and it is the most primitive word. When I was a child, my grandmother taught me to recognize this kind of words, and after so many years, although I have forgotten the meaning of many words, I still remember the pronunciation of some words.

I pressed my finger to the photo and slowly read out the words on it: "Millet ...... Easy...... ......?"

As soon as the words fell, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a thunderclap, the sound was so loud, the distance was so close, it was like it was directly split on a small building, and the entire glass window was rattling.

A cold night breeze poured in through the window, and the curtains fluttered in the air like kites.

A ball of blue light suddenly appeared in the dark night, and quickly rushed towards the window, followed by a cold copper bell that filled the ears.

Oh my God, Grandma, did I summon a demon?