When the bathroom door was opened, there was a rancid smell, even worse than the smell on the ceiling of my bathroom.

I glanced at the bathroom by the light of a flashlight: it was about the same size as my house, about seven or eight square meters, an old-fashioned refrigerator was lying on the floor at the door, the sink and toilet had turned yellow and black, the shower curtain was unfolded, and through the translucent shower curtain, I could faintly see something shrinking behind.

Liang Zi did not observe as soon as he entered the door like me, but quickly walked to the shower curtain with a pistol and flashlight, and then lifted the shower curtain.

The thing behind that turned out to be a bucket bathtub.

Liang Zi leaned down and looked at the bathtub for a while, but it didn't seem like he had found anything special, so he turned back and joined me to take a closer look at the refrigerator that had collapsed in the doorway.

We never imagined that it would be such a big guy who was holding up the bathroom door, and the refrigerator door was tied with rope like this, which was really incomprehensible.

But it stands to reason that the old-fashioned refrigerator is not big, and its weight is not enough to withstand the violent kick that Liang Zi kicked the door, and the reaction force also bounced him back, so Liang Zi is particularly concerned about this old-fashioned refrigerator.

He leaned down again, touched the nylon rope that bound the refrigerator, then turned back and said, "There should be something inside, do you have a knife?" ”

I shook my head and turned to go home to get my knife.

As soon as he walked to the door, there was a ringing of his mobile phone behind him, and when he looked back, Liang Zi was taking out his mobile phone from his pocket.

After he took out his mobile phone and fed it, the expression on his face became very anxious, and his brows gradually twisted into the word "Chuan", and then put down the phone and said to me: "Ah Ming, there is an emergency in the bureau, I have to go back to the patrol bureau, you see, the matter here, or ......."

I immediately realized that there was a new development in the extraordinarily large serial murder case on the side of the Patrol Bureau, and he had to go back immediately, so I replied: "It's okay, it's okay, you go back, I can handle it myself." ”

After hearing this, Liang Zi didn't delay any longer, went back downstairs with me, quickly packed up the few things for fingerprint identification, and left in a hurry.

After sending him off, I picked up a fruit knife, went back up to room 702, and began to cut the rope on the refrigerator.

The rope wasn't strong and was quickly cut by me, and then I couldn't wait to open the fridge door.

Suddenly, a strange smell came to my face.

I covered my nose and looked inside, but it was full of dirt from the refrigerator, black, and clumpy.

I scraped lightly with my knife a few times, and the dirt fell in a clump of land.

A rumored haunted room, a locked bathroom in the house, a refrigerator full of black soil in the bathroom, a person is squatting in the dark, scraping the black soil in the refrigerator.

Anyone who sees this picture will feel extremely weird, let alone himself as the person in the painting?

I scratched for a while, and the initial impatience gradually turned into fear, and the movements of my hands naturally slowed down.

Because I always felt that there was a pair of eyes in some corner of this room, maybe it was the same thing I saw on the ceiling of my bathroom, maybe it was a cat in some dark place, staring at me......

This feeling of discomfort is related to the plot of horror movies I have watched before, and it is also related to my recent personal experience.

I know very well that this is the psychological pressure generated by the self-defense mechanism in the body in an unfamiliar and complex environment, and this pressure is difficult to self-eliminate as the person concerned.

The point is, this fear is getting stronger.

To alleviate this stress, I decided to get up and go outside for a cigarette and some fresh air before coming in and continuing to scrape.

But just as I was standing up, another voice suddenly came from the other side of the bathtub.

"Gollum...... Grunt...... Gollum Purr ......"

I was a little shocked, but then I realized that it was the sound of water leaking down the pipe, and I quickly got up to look at the bathtub.

Sure enough, it was half a tank of black and muddy water, which should have been accumulated in it for a long time.

Perhaps due to the vibration of the refrigerator falling to the ground, a gap was created at the bottom of the originally clogged bathtub, and then the stagnant water began to slowly leak down.

I saw a bubble popping up on the surface of the water from time to time, and then forming a small whirlpool.

I looked at the black whirlpool and suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then an even more terrifying association rose in my mind.

This association drove me to exit the room immediately, and then escaped from room 702 as fast as I could, finally lying on the window frame in the corner of the hallway, gasping for air.

I've never felt so scared or pressured like I've ever felt two hands through my chest, squeezing my heart hard!

"Yes, is it Xiao Ming? You, what's wrong with you? ”

A familiar voice came from downstairs, it was Sister Juan.

I pressed my temples hard, and then pretended to be calm and said, "No, it's okay, it's just that I've been in the house for a long time, and I'm a little uncomfortable, so I came out to breathe." ”

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked downstairs on tiptoe, came to the door of his house, and then pretended to have just come out of the house.

At this time, Sister Juan happened to walk up from downstairs, and she said as she walked: "Listen to your voice to know that something is wrong, is it sick?" I need to go to the hospital, don't delay! ”

"Sister Juan, thank you, that, what, I'll go to the hospital in the afternoon, you can go and get busy with you first!" I prevaricated.

Sister Juan smiled at me embarrassedly, and then asked, "Ouch, Xiao Ming, don't be so outrageous when you talk, by the way, is Li He back?" ”

Hearing this inquiry, I didn't even have a smile on my face, and said in a low voice, "I haven't ...... yet."

Sister Juan walked up to me, looked at me carefully, then sighed, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Ming, don't think too much, listen to sister, take good care of your body, Li He She will definitely come back, I have a hunch." ”

I grudged at her again, then looked down and said, "Maybe, maybe, she's dead, upstairs in room 702." After speaking, I quietly raised my eyes to observe Sister Juan's expression.

Suddenly, I saw Sister Juan stretch out a hand and grab it at my front door.

I shuddered, then stepped back, and looked at her in horror.

Unexpectedly, she seemed to be stunned, and her face was a little embarrassed.

Then Sister Juan immediately waved her outstretched hand unnaturally, and said, "Ouch, my Amin, what are you talking about, but you must not say that!" ”

Listening to her words, I realized that she might just want to cover my mouth when she reached out before, so I said again: "Didn't you say that room 702 was haunted, maybe Li He is ......"

I haven't finished speaking, but this time I was immediately covered by Sister Juan's mouth.

I saw her spit a few mouthfuls of phlegm on the ground, and said, "Phew! Bah! Bah! What's wrong with you today, you're talking nonsense......"

After that, Sister Juan lowered her voice and whispered in my ear, "Don't talk nonsense, listen to sister, go to the hospital for a physical examination in the afternoon, and I'll find someone another day to help you take a look at Li He's affairs." ”