"Who could it be, and why did it do it?"

This thought made him shudder, and he only felt that his back had been wet with cold sweat and sticky to his body.

The familiar home of the past is so strange at this moment.

He didn't dare to stay in the living room, so he locked the door and went back to his bedroom, which had only a bed and a laptop.

After locking the bedroom door, he lay down on the bed and covered himself with the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes to look out.

Zhu Honghe's courage is not very big, especially after experiencing such a strange and evil thing, he feels even more frightened.

Five minutes... Ten minutes... Half an hour passed, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

A deep tiredness came up, he had been working all day, and now it was half past two in the morning, and he finally closed his eyes.

At three o'clock in the morning, a pitch-black shadow stood quietly outside the door of Unit 4.

It tilted its head and looked at the only room on the seventh floor that was lit, which was Zhu Honghe's home.

Through the soft moonlight emitted by the moon, I could clearly see that there was a pair of scarlet eyes on its face revealing endless resentment, which was the eyes of resentment towards all the living in the world.

Zhu Honghe, who was sleeping soundly in the room, moved his eyes, but he did not wake up.

"Huh... Whoop..."

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but in his drowsiness, he faintly heard a heavy footstep sounding in the room, as if something was moving in the living room.

His eyes opened a slit slightly, and he found... The bedroom lights went out again.

He lay on the bed in a daze for a few seconds, and the next moment he reacted, he immediately let out a low cry, wrapped the quilt tightly around his body and leaned against the head of the bed behind him.

But because he was too nervous, when he leaned back, he hit the head of the bed directly and made a 'bang' sound.

There was obvious fear in Zhu Honghe's eyes, because the voice in the living room actually disappeared at this moment.

"What's that?" he wondered, was the footsteps he had heard real or his own dream?

My mind was in turmoil, but my body instinctively walked to the ground and turned on the bedroom light.

But this time, even with the lights on, he didn't dare to fall asleep again, for fear that as soon as he closed his eyes, the terrifying footsteps in the living room sounded again.

The lights went out twice in a row, and this kind of thing was beyond his ability.

He sat at the innermost part of the bed, leaning back against the wall, and with trembling hands, he picked up a cigarette and lit it several times before lighting it.

Finally, Zhu Honghe touched the mobile phone on the side, opened the address book, selected a number near it, and dialed it.

The call was quickly connected, as if the other party was waiting for his call, but Zhu Honghe knew what was going on, because the person he was calling was a friend of his, and the reason why the other party answered so quickly was because he had a very special job, working the night shift in the crematorium.

It's a very daring job, and ordinary people don't do it at all.

One is that I feel unlucky, and the other is that people are always afraid of this kind of work, especially the night shift.

After the phone was connected, an obviously ruffian voice came from the other side: "Brother Zhu hasn't slept so late? ”

Zhang Yonghao, nicknamed Mouse.

He is 28 years old this year, and he is also a migrant worker, and he has never heard of him mentioning his parents, let alone his wife and children.

And the reason why the two met was also because Zhu Honghe had found a job when he first came to H City a few years ago, but later he found out that he was actually working the night shift in the crematorium.

He was not very bold, and when he heard that it was this kind of work, he chose to give up at that time.

Zhang Yonghao got this job after he gave up, and the two of them are familiar with each other.

"Mouse, you come to my house now, hurry! Hurry!" Zhu Honghe's voice was very anxious.

Naturally, he noticed that it fell on the mouse's ears, and the mouse's face was solemn: "What's wrong, Brother Zhu, what's going on?"

"Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

Zhang Yonghao's face showed a trace of unhappiness: "I'm at work here, and I can't pull away." ”

"How much money do you earn for a night shift, I'll double it for you!" Zhu Honghe spoke quickly and kept his voice as low as possible, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the bedroom door as he spoke.

There was no answer on the other side of the phone, but there was no signal, because the sound of even breathing from there told Zhu Honghe that the other party was listening, considering that he might want to take advantage of the fire to rob, but he had no better way.

Zhu Honghe took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You come now, I'll give you 10,000 yuan!"

"Okay, don't worry, brother, it'll be there in half an hour. The mouse's voice rang out.

"No... No, half an hour is too long, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, you'll be here in 10 minutes. ”

Zhu Honghe urged, because just now he faintly heard a sound of rubbing against the wall outside.

But he couldn't tell whether it was in the hallway or the living room.

Zhang Yonghao's face was not good-looking, and his voice was helpless: "Brother Zhu, don't you know that I am here? How can you get there in ten minutes after a few dozen miles, okay, I'll go now, and I guarantee it in twenty minutes." ”

The phone was hung up.

Zhu Honghe leaned against the wall and exhaled, since the other party said that twenty minutes would come, then he could only pray that the other party would arrive in twenty minutes.

In fact, when he asked the other party to arrive in ten minutes, he also told him that he was in a hurry, because he knew very well that the other party would arrive at him, even if it would take twenty minutes to drive.

It's not that he hasn't thought about others, but he doesn't know many friends, and it's impossible for anyone to come at this time period.

Except for Zhang Yonghao, who works night shifts in the crematorium all year round, he can't think of a better candidate for a while.

Although it was a bit painful to take out 10,000 pieces, the fear in his heart became stronger and stronger.

For some reason, Zhu Honghe suddenly remembered the shadow standing in the corridor before.

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I felt.

"Calm down, there are no ghosts in this world!"

"Even if there are ghosts, what can I do? I have no grudge against it for a long time, and I have no enmity for the future, why should it harm itself? It doesn't make sense. ”

After thinking about it like this, Zhu Honghe suddenly felt relaxed, and his previous fear dissipated a lot.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief at the thought of this, but at the same time, a clear voice came into his ears.

"Whew!"

He heard it very clearly, this time it was definitely not a hallucination, it was indeed someone outside his room.

That's right, the sound sounded outside the door, not the living room, and he began to feel at ease again when he thought of it.

No matter what is outside the door, the door has been locked by himself, and the other party will definitely not be able to enter.

The only thing that puzzled him was that there were a total of fourteen families from the first floor to the seventh floor, and the first to sixth floors were all full, leaving only the room 707 opposite the 708 where he lived.

I don't know what's going on, but several families have moved in this year, but the longest they have lived there has not been more than a month.

At first, someone moved away, Zhu Honghe was curious to learn about the situation in the past, but later more and more people moved in, and the more people moved away, the more he moved away, and he was not interested in getting to know the residents of 707 anymore.

However, he was sure that 707 was uninhabited, because he sometimes worked day shifts and sometimes night shifts, but every time he walked out of the room, he didn't hear anything in 707.

"707 is nobody, 708 is himself, so who will climb to the seventh floor so late, outside his own door?"

The fear that Zhu Honghe had just dissipated rose again, but the movement outside the door did not stop.

"Whew... Whew..."

The sound is torturous, like a person grabbing glass with his fingernails, piercing the eardrums?

Zhu Honghe's face was full of fear, he shivered, trembling and whispered in a low voice: "It's okay, I locked the door, I'm fine, don't think about scaring yourself." ”

But this comfort had no effect, and even made him feel even more frightened.

Five minutes, ten minutes passed.

For the first time, Zhu Honghe felt that the time was so long, even when he was working overtime, it was not so difficult.

"Boom... Knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door, and the previous sound disappeared in an instant.

The sound outside the door reached the ears of Zhu Honghe, who was slumped on the bed.

"Brother Zhu, open the door!"

Zhu Honghe, who was paralyzed on the bed, his eyes lit up, and his joy replaced his original fear.

He quickly got up from the bed and opened the bedroom door.

It was dark in the living room, and Zhu Honghe's pupils contracted in an instant, because the light in the living room went out again.

But the knock on the door continued: "Brother Zhu, open the door, you are not at home." ”

The voice of the mouse was outside the door, the house he lived in was not big, Zhu Honghe walked to the door in three or two steps, and first stretched out his hand to turn on the light in the living room.

He breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to grab the doorknob and prepare to open it.

But as soon as his hand grasped the doorknob, a chill spread directly from his hand to his body.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Why is it so cold?

However, the mouse was in a hurry, and Zhu Honghe was even more afraid that the other party would lose his temper and turn around and leave, so he would want to cry without tears.

He grabbed the doorknob's arm and pressed it hard, and was about to press it down when his phone suddenly vibrate.

He looked down... It's the phone of the mouse.

The ghost envoy almost clicked on the answer, and a voice directly made his body retreat four or five meters: "Brother Zhu, I'll go downstairs to your house and go up immediately, you open the door for me." ”

"The rat is downstairs and hasn't come up yet?"

"This is the seventh floor, and the person who just knocked on the door... Who is it?"

Thinking of this, he felt that his body was about to freeze, his eyes widened and his throat made a 'ho-ho' sound.

He wanted to shout, but he didn't.

A series of strange things made his nerves on the verge of collapse.