A two-story villa appeared in Xu Changqing's field of vision.

From an architectural point of view, it is not much different from the other cottages next to it.

This is a residential area, and there are many similar residences nearby.

The difference is that when he came to the villa, the fog around him changed.

The fog dispersed, but it did not completely dissipate, but crawled towards the villa as if it had life, and finally covered the entire building like a funeral veil.

Xu Changqing squinted slightly, he was trying to decipher this kind of appearance, and the confusion that could not be dispersed represented represented by the unknown part of the soul that could not be fully understood.

And this unknown trapped the atrium, most likely the most stubborn part of his own life confusion.

If the root of the demons is it, what does that mean? The danger that lurks in the mystery he has not solved?

Xu Changqing's gaze turned to the small window on the far right of the second floor, and orange-red light with a warm meaning shot out of the small window, but the light was not stable, but beating, reminiscent of a rhythmic heart.

Xu Changqing raised his vigilance to the highest level, and walked the last leg of the road to the door with his feet rubbed on the ground.

The door seems to be hidden.

It doesn't matter, on the way here, he has already decided how to attack here.

Lift your legs and push the door vigorously, choosing a position close to the end of the door hinge.

With this powerful kick, the whole door flew inward.

Then there was a loud bang and slammed on the ground.

A door-shaped black hole appeared in front of Xu Changqing, like a giant mouth that chooses people to devour, and the room is pitch black, the kind that is deep and invisible.

Standing in the doorway for a moment, there was silence inside, nothing unusual.

With the limited light source covered with fog outside, Xu Changqing saw the switch on the side wall of the door.

He reached out and turned on the light.

The chandelier in the small hall of the stairwell lit up, but it only lasted for three seconds, and the bulb exploded into pieces as if it were an instantaneous overload, emitting a far brighter light than usual.

This is obviously not normal. However, Xu Changqing thinks it is normal, if there is no abnormality in this room, then it is called abnormal.

By the light just now, he could see the pattern of the room facing the door.

The entrance is a foyer, the wall with a light switch on the right, is the partition wall, from the overall layout of the villa and this wall by some of the open doors, there should be the front study and the back dining room.

On the left is the staircase leading to the second floor.

On the side wall in front of the staircase, there is a door, which is supposed to be the living room.

There is a small door on the side of the staircase leading to the second floor, which could lead to the basement (utility room, laundry room, gas boiler heating), if not a cupboard (similar to the one Harry Potter lives in).

In this way, the layout of the second floor is easy to speculate, and the stairs go up, and the left side corresponds to the living room on the first floor, which may be the master bedroom.

A corridor with a section of guardrails on the left and right sides, leading to the bedroom on the right, the child's room, should be over there. There may also be a large washroom.

This structure is very familiar to Xu Changqing, and he probably has an impression in his mind at a glance.

When he entered, he glanced out the door to what appeared to be the living room.

Sure enough, with the dim light coming in from the window, the outline and placement of the furniture, the reality is the living room.

What impressed him was the antique clock on the fireplace diagonally opposite the door.

The hands of the clock glow and there are two time scales, one at 5:30 and one at 12:43, which is the present time.

After a few steps forward and then to the right, although the room was half curtained, the shadow could still see the bookcase and the desk, which was indeed a study.

The one at the back is indeed a kitchen, with left and right depth (relative to the front of the whole house) and no front and back width.

This kitchen also has a back door that leads to the backyard of the cottage, next to which is the back window (north wall window).

Xu Changqing went straight into it, and then he was shocked.

He hadn't reached the front door before, so he could only see the north wall of the kitchen.

Now I can see that in the long and narrow kitchen, there is a long table that occupies a lot of space, and the family sits at the table as if they were having a meal.

However, there was no light in the room at all, and the family sat there as dark as mud tires.

And he sits upright, with his hands flat on his thighs, which looks very rigid.

Xu Changqing pressed the switch on the wall of the door, but the light in the kitchen was not on.

Although there is a certain amount of light coming in from the back door and back window, there is a backyard outside the house, there are no street lights, and there is fog, so the light source is very, very limited, and you can only see the general shape of the family, and you can't see the appearance or anything.

In the darkness of midnight, a family sat around the table, all like clay sculptures of a wooden platform, but with a slight body undulation, proving that they were still panting for breath.

In this strange situation, Xu Changqing couldn't help but increase his heartbeat.

But in the end, he still dared to enter, leaning against the seat and going straight to the easternmost end, turning on the gas stove on that side.

There was a bright light in the room.

Although the location of the flames, the angle of the light, and the swaying of the flames made the people in the room look ghostly, at least they could see things normally.

The family looked lifeless, with numbness and despair in their eyes.

Xu Changqing asked a few words, but no one responded.

He looked closely, and found that there really seemed to be a layer of ice flowers on the surface of their skin, like the thin ice between the mist and the ice flowers that had formed on the glass of their home in winter. He could even faintly see the blue veins under their skin.

The cold, the cold from the inside out, he felt a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow when he looked at it.

Looking at the dining table again, the food has not yet been completely cooled, and the aroma of food can still be faintly smelled.

The aroma of the food is particularly attractive, combined with the color of the dishes, which makes him instinctively feel that this is his favorite dish.

Almost as soon as he realized that it was his favorite dish, his appetite filled his head and made him eager to sit down and eat.

Xu Changqing pursed his lips and laughed, and said in his heart: "I'm absolutely rational, with this kind of rotten stalk, this is humiliating me?" ”

He restrained his desires and continued his speculative train of thought.

Judging by the meal, this should be the family's dinner today.

If the meal is opened around 19 o'clock, the food is placed and now cooled naturally, which is almost the same as the current temperature and surface dryness.

So is it understandable that the family is eating, and then the little girl is in danger, although she is still in the house, but the emotional temperature can no longer envelop the family, so they freeze.

Further understanding: This family is also a person he is extremely familiar with, representing his secondary emotional memory, the memory of the family.

And now, this part of the memory is almost destroyed, and as soon as the family dies, it is estimated that his memories of home will be destroyed. And only the most basic feelings of people remain.

Xu Changqing unceremoniously rummaged in the kitchen looking for useful items.

On the wall of the study, there is a cupboard with a slip top, and below it is the worktop.

Xu Changqing hoped to find a flashlight in the drawer of the console, but in the end he only found a lighter.

All kinds of kitchen knives were placed in a wooden box-style knife holder, Xu Changqing thought about it, and used the rope found in the drawer to pass through the wooden box, and hung the wooden box on the diagonal back of his body like an electrician's tool waist bag.

Suddenly, I heard a female voice behind me: "She's waiting for you." ”

The voice was strangely familiar and had a high sense of intimacy.

Xu Changqing realized that this should be a memory that belonged to his mother.

When he turned around, he saw the mistress of the family, who was closest to the easternmost stove.

Glancing at the flames on the stove, Xu Changqing pulled out a drawer with his backhand, poured the contents on the ground casually, took out the bone chopping knife on his back from his waist, and smashed the drawer in a few clicks, and then built a small bonfire on the stove.

Before long, the campfire was burning, the heat was overflowing, and the temperature in the kitchen had increased significantly.

Xu Changqing walked to the back door again, twisted the handle, and couldn't open it.

Crack the door panel near the handle with a few clicks, and then use the rotten doorknob to jam between the door and the outer frame to make sure you can pull the door open with a single look.

He turned to the family and said, "If there is a situation in a while, I will flee from here to the backyard." When you go out, you might as well bring a burning wood to yourself. ”

The housewife said, "Yes." ”

At this time, Xu Changqing saw it, and as soon as she spoke, slender blood streaks would be torn out between her lips, just like the texture of porcelain cracking.

Xu Changqing stepped forward and stroked the housewife's back: "Don't make unnecessary movements, don't open the door of the basement, and don't go through the front door." Just go to the backyard and wait for me in the backyard, understand? ”

The housewife nodded slightly.

Xu Changqing picked up the oil pot with olive oil, soaked the spatula with a rag on his head with oil, and then carried the spatula torch and oil pot out of the kitchen, and used the iron rod sharpened in the kitchen knife box to lock the door ear lock of the door leading to the basement on the side of the staircase.

Then he lit the torch and went upstairs.

The staircase to the second floor is made of wood, and even with the carpet, it still creaks and creaks when you step on it.

Xu Changqing leaked oil as he walked, and when he went upstairs, half a barrel of oil was spilled.

Ignoring the master bedroom above the living room on the west side of the stairs, he held the torch and headed east, all the way to the innermost part of the hallway.

In front of the door with a faint light in the crack of the door, Xu Changqing took a deep breath, and then pushed the door in.

He knew that change and sinister would start from his action.

Feelings are one pole, and reason is one pole, which is a division made in order to clarify characteristics and facilitate classification.

The necessity of its existence depends entirely on the needs of people.

If someone thinks it makes sense and can represent different attributes, then it makes sense.

Conversely, chaos is also true.

Xu Changqing realized that since he was divided, there was a problem, that is, when the two were one, they could be considered complete.

Immediately, he, as the representative of reason, is about to merge with the representative of sensibility. He will be complete, and whatever the plans for the existence of hostile positions, this will be a good opportunity to strike at all, and it will be best to catch them all before both are present and fail to form an effective complementarity.

The door opens and you enter the room.

What Xu Changqing saw was a little girl who sniffed from time to time, wrapped in a thin sheet, leaning on the floor under the wall lamp.

The sconce, which emitted a faint orange-red glow, left a blurred shadow on the little girl's frozen, reddened cheeks, like a similar effect of a flashlight shining from the chin upwards.

She bit her pale lip tightly and stared at the closet to the right of the door for a moment.

The little girl didn't even dare to look at Xu Changqing, and didn't dare to take her eyes off the wardrobe that was likely to hide the monster for a moment, according to what she had said when she called before.

Xu Changqing said: "I'm here, you can continue to stare at the wardrobe to prevent it from moving, but you haven't noticed." I'll take care of it. ”

The little girl's mouth was deflated, and she looked like she was about to cry, but she continued to stare at the wardrobe as Xu Changqing said.

It was against such a background that Xu Changqing appeared in her field of vision and walked to the wardrobe.

"Wow......" The little girl finally cried loudly, her expression was both aggrieved and joyful.

At that moment, the wardrobe, which had not moved before, shook a little......

(End of chapter)