When he woke up that morning, Wu Tong felt a little tired, thinking that maybe he had worked too late yesterday, but he didn't care, so he washed and changed his clothes as usual, tidied up his hair, picked up his purse, and opened the door to go out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment when he turned around and locked the door, Wu Tong's gaze froze.

On the door, in a very low position, there was a small handprint clearly.

As if they had just climbed up from the water, wet handprints.

Fear flashed across his eyes for a moment, and Wu Tong couldn't help but think of the little black shadow he had met the night before, but he quickly shook his head, trying to convince himself that the incident was over and would not happen again.

It's probably just someone's prank.

Although he didn't know the neighbors at all, and it was impossible for someone to play a prank on him, Wu Tong still told himself so surely, so he hurriedly walked into the elevator room, and took advantage of the early people who got up to work to go downstairs with them, and when he went home in the afternoon, the handprint was gone.

Sure enough, it's just a prank.

Wu Tong put his mind at ease.

The next morning, however, the tiny handprints reappeared.

And the place where it appears is no longer outside the main door, but on the floor of the foyer.

Practical joke? But who could run into his house and play a prank? And it came in quietly with several locks locked?

Shaking his head and not daring to think deeply, Wu Tong almost deceived himself and pulled the doormat to cover the handprint, and ran out of the door in a panic, and when he came back in the afternoon and opened the doormat tremblingly, the handprint was gone.

But after that, the same mudra will still appear every day.

On the third and fourth days, the handprints appeared a little deeper into the foyer, on the fifth day, on the floor at the entrance of the living room, on the sixth day near the sofa, and on the seventh day near the TV cabinet......

Every day, the position of the handprint changed, and the order in which these traces appeared, Wu Tong could easily find that the handprint was obviously extending in the direction of his bedroom, getting closer and closer, closer and closer.

It was as if the tiny figure was crawling towards his bedroom.

Wu Tong's nerves gradually weakened, and seeing that the handprints had gradually reached the bedroom door, he finally couldn't bear it and rushed out, but instead of fleeing, he bought back a lot of various things.

The long-term mental torture made Wu Tong let out, and he made up his mind that no matter what the other party was, he must find it out.

Putting a large amount of food in the bedroom, and installing strong iron fences at the door and window like crazy, Wu Tong held the hammer and shrunk at the foot of the bed, staring at the door without blinking, vowing to seize the current situation of the thing, and it was still the same until the night came. But the long-term mental pressure formed an indescribable tiredness, even if Wu Tong wanted to stay awake, he couldn't help but fall asleep at night, but because of something in his heart, he woke up not long after.

Looking at the time, he found that he had only been asleep for about five minutes, Wu Tong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then subconsciously looked around, and then, his eyes were nailed to the floor.

On the clean wooden floor, near the doorway, there was a wet, small handprint.

That thing has been here.

Originally, it was prepared that when the thing appeared, it was stopped by the fence, and Wu Tong could use the hammer in his hand to take the lead, but who would have thought that the thing was completely unblocked by the fence.

Unwilling to lament that the only thing that could be trapped by the fence he had installed was himself, Wu Tong immediately took out the coffee he bought, drank two cans in one go, and stared at the door again with his eyes wide open, but until dawn, the thing did not appear again.

The misty morning light on the horizon did not make Wu Tong relax his vigilance, he still stared at it until the noon sun sprinkled on the curtains, and saw the handprints on the floor gradually disappear like weathering, Wu Tong finally relaxed the strings a little, so that the eyelids that were about to be unbearable were closed.

Anyway, it's already noon with the so-called "positive yang energy", so it doesn't hurt to take a nap for a while.

Thinking like this, Wu Tong fell asleep with peace of mind, but before he slept for an hour, he inexplicably felt very painful, as if drowning, and couldn't help but wake up suddenly.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a small black shadow flash out of the corner of his eye, disappearing into the closed door. Wu Tong was completely sleepy for a moment, and sat up suddenly, as soon as he touched the hammer next to his head, he glared at the position of the black shadow.

The clear handprints were left there, on the floor less than half a meter away from him, and this time there were not only handprints, but also a string of wet marks.

Traces of crawling.

Intense fear is like a bucket of ice water, pouring down on the head.

Wu Tong, who was frightened, immediately turned out all the coffee, and was afraid that the bed would be too comfortable and easy to fall asleep, so he shrank to the corner of the room wrapped in a blanket, staring at the traces until the traces disappeared, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Even during the day, Wu Tong didn't dare to sleep anymore, he didn't know where that black shadow would appear if he fell asleep again.

Right in front of yourself? Still is......

He didn't dare to imagine.

In this way, he relied on a frightening amount of coffee for five days in a row, and the black shadow did not appear again, but Wu Tong really couldn't hold on, even if he opened his eyes, his eyes would often suddenly be white, and then some memories of the past would suddenly appear in his mind without warning.

couldn't help but think of the word "marquee", Wu Tong shook his head to sober himself up, and continued to stare in front of him, not daring to think about it.

However, such a state still appeared from time to time, and the memories that came out gradually became some inconsequential trivialities, and it was in this that he recalled a rumor in the city that he had heard.

The legend of the "Demon Master".

Wu Tong, who came back to his senses, felt that he had never been so awake, he almost jumped up from the ground and rummaged around the room. Fortunately, the bookcase still stored the ink and rice paper left over from learning calligraphy last year, so he hurriedly took it out, wrote down the word "demon master" and his name according to his vague memory, and lit it with trembling hands.

That was his last glimmer of hope.

Looking at Wu Tong, who finally finished saying everything in a weak voice, Canghu thought about it and asked, "Mr. Wu, do you have any clue about the identity of 'that thing'?" ”

"If I have a clue myself, what do I want you to do?"

Even if the voice was hoarse and weak, Wu Tong's tone sounded very arrogant, but Canghu didn't take it to heart, but Liu Yuanhua and the invisible Cangyan beside her frowned unhappily, if it weren't for Canghu's secret eyes, the two of them would have taught Wu Tong some lessons mercilessly.

After thinking about it for a moment, Canghu looked at Wu Tong and asked sincerely.

"I have an idea, would you like to hear it?" (To be continued.) )