In the dark, a pair of black and white eyes, wide open, next to the cuckoo who had closed his eyelids and slept soundly.

Wei Fang's heart seemed to be put on a barbecue grill, and wisps of grease flowed out along the cut opening.

After such an incident, he couldn't sleep at night, thinking about the changes that had happened to his body.

He cautiously turned and lay down, looking at the unremarkably monotonous roof.

A human voice floated to the room, and it was an old woman's cough.

This incomparably familiar and terrifying voice is the cough of the ghost mother-in-law who will sound every night, like black and white impermanence asking for her life.

Once or twice can be said to be a coincidence, but the sound of this every night is enough to show that it is not an accident. Meng Gaozhao also said that if he heard this sound, he could rule out the possibility that it was an illusion.

Wei Flail was more inclined to Meng Gaozhao deliberately making this kind of sound, but wasn't he the person sent by the 'eye' to spy on him?

What good is it for him to scare himself away?

As the saying goes, there is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

Because of the unspeakable shame and illness of his body, he was quite self-defeating.

He has always spared his life, but he decided to go alone to find out the source of the sound.

He tossed the countless dangers lurking in the darkness, and he single-mindedly grasped the "eye", which he used to divert attention from his body.

The cuckoo was still asleep, and if she had woken up to hear this strange coughing sound, Wei Flail could imagine that her beautiful little face would be as pale as if she had lost blood.

So, he tried to lighten his movements as much as possible and took away the cuckoo's hand on his waist. The process went so smoothly that the cuckoo should have fallen into a deep sleep, and she only frowned slightly, then stretched out again.

The cuckoo rolled over, and the sheet slipped off her body. Wei Flail helped her re-cover the sheets, and folded the sheets on both sides into a small part so that the cuckoo would not catch a cold when she turned over and the sheets slipped down in the middle of the night.

The coughing sound did not die down in the process, and Wei Flail stood barefoot on the ground. The cough seemed to surround him, the sound of it moving back and forth at a very fast speed.

With his ears hearing, there was no way to determine where it was.

But he had his own way, and in the room where he couldn't see his fingers, Wei Flails fumbled for his mobile phone.

The blue screen light hit his face, and it seemed that an unfamiliar face would pop up next to him at any moment.

He opened the application management market and downloaded a decibel detector, although there was no way to compare the effect of a dedicated instrument. However, the sound receiver of the mobile phone itself can basically distinguish the strength of the sound, so that he can see the true face of the ghost mother-in-law according to the decibel (volume).

30 dB, 50 dB......

Wei Flais held the mobile phone and looked intently at the volume displayed on the mobile phone screen, trying to get closer to the loudest place step by step. The place where the decibel reception is strongest should be the source of the sound.

He walked to the wall next to the door, and his phone showed that this was the loudest place in the room.

Although the coughing sound is sometimes light and heavy, in general, it is the loudest in this place. Wei Flails walked back and forth several times to determine this phenomenon.

Next door lived a man whose glasses were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and Fang Dongfang Desook once said that he was a painter.

Wei Flais thought that he had offended him, and later came to him to find him and did not control his temper. In this way, the other party's perception and dislike of themselves have accumulated to a considerable extent.

He has the possibility and reason to take revenge on himself, and judging by his face, he is not a bold person, and he can only trouble himself through such inappropriate small means, and he definitely does not have the courage to confront himself face to face.

Finding that it was possible that the coughing sound was not a supernatural phenomenon, Wei Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

People can still touch it, and his fights and heads-up were commonplace in high school. Because he was ruthless and had no sense of proportion, the gangsters near the school didn't dare to trouble him.

Wei Fang opened the door of the rented room, and it was pitch black outside, and the staircase was lit with a faint dim light.

There were still a lot of clothes hanging in the corridor, and they were ready to choose someone to eat at any time in the night.

Wei Flail held his mobile phone in one hand, turned on the flashlight lighting, and closed the door with the other.

The cold white light pierced the darkness, revealing the smooth concrete floor and the dry dust on it.

The air that Wei flail exhaled turned into a shallow layer of mist.

His clothes were thin, and the dew and cold that rose at night were mixed together, and the cold made his spine chill.

A cold air seemed to swirl around the door of the brain, and under the illumination of the flashlight, a pair of feet wearing slippers shone out.

The size of these feet was different from ordinary people, and Wei Flail felt that his feet were placed in front of him, like a child who was not fully developed.

Who could be this sudden appearance?

The flash of the mobile phone moved upwards, and a resolute Chinese face appeared, and the two lips were tightly pursed, giving people a sense of reliability. Perhaps because he was ready to go to bed at night, he wore a white racerman and a pair of plain dark blue sports trousers.

Coincidentally, this person is Wei Fang's number one suspect, Meng Gaozhao, a cremation worker who lives in his door.

"Brother Meng?"

When he appeared here at this time, did he also hear that cough? Or is he constantly watching himself, so he only "happens" to meet him when he goes out in the middle of the night?

"Brother Wei, don't you sleep yet?"

The speculation in my heart is not obvious on my face.

Wei Flais smiled and said, "I was about to go to bed when I suddenly heard some sounds, so come out and see, what about you?" ”

Meng Gaozhao nodded, he also heard the cough.

After a few nights of certainty, he had a rough idea of where the voice was coming from.

"I heard that, too." He was not worried about Wei Fang's impulsive personality and short temper, and then persuaded: "Brother Wei Fang, you will listen to me for a while, if there is anything, everyone should explain it clearly, they are all residents in the same building, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Wei Flail only knew that the voice was next door, listening to Meng Gaozhao's words, the true face of the "ghost mother-in-law" seemed to be that the poor painter next door did not run away.

"I try to keep myself in check, as long as he doesn't go too far."

In fact, he wanted to directly tear down the door next door, open a big dyeing workshop on the face of the poor painter, and teach him a little "insight" about being a man.

But Meng Gaozhao's appearance here made him change his mind. Meng Gaozhao's purpose is unknown, but he can observe Meng Gaozhao to see if he can find the flaws in him.

Meng Gaozhao's face was obviously worried, and he glanced at Wei Fang, who was calm on the surface. Decided that if Wei Flail wanted to beat someone for a while, he would pull people away to stop him, and he couldn't bear to see a young man who left an unclean stain on his file because of a fight at this age.

There is no turning back from many things, and once you make some mistakes, you have already been branded as a sinner through the ages, crushed under heavy marble slabs, and living in the world with the infamy of yourself and others.

Wei Fang knocked on the door next door, the other party must not have slept, and the decibel measurement data in the mobile phone was still fluctuating.

He knocked on the door and kept the volume as low as possible, it was late at night, and he couldn't be as unscrupulous as he was during the day. The anger of all the people in the whole building, he can't bear it alone, he can't gamble with his own interests, Fang Deshu can use this as an excuse to tear up the treaty with him and swallow the rent and deposit he paid. Also, the cuckoo was sleeping soundly in the next room, and he was now guilty of the cuckoo, so he did not act as perversely as before.

Wei Fang persevered and knocked on the door for three minutes, and Meng Gaozhao was standing behind him. He was worried that Meng Gaozhao would show his true face in a violent manner, so he looked back from time to time and thought he was secretly glancing at the other party.

After what seemed like a century, a hoarse man's voice came from inside the room, like someone who had been woken up in the middle of the night, and the tone reflected the bad mood of the owner.

"Who?! Don't let people sleep in the middle of the night? ”

The coughing sound of the "ghost mother-in-law" stopped abruptly, Wei Fang heard it, Meng Gaozhao also heard it, and the two glanced at each other.

Meng Gaozhao opened his mouth for Wei Fang.

"I'm Meng Gaozhao on the other side of the door, I have something to do with you, can I open the door?"

The voice fully expresses Meng Gaozhao's kindness, just as his person feels solid, reliable, and gentle.

This is exactly what Wei Flails wanted, he was still worried about the other party hearing his voice before, so he closed the door directly, and Meng Gaozhao did him a big favor.

But this does not clear his suspicion, but makes his actions more suspicious.

Wei Feng firmly believes that the kindness that Meng Gaozhao shows him is a means to win his trust, and when he is no longer defensive against him, he will open his fangs like a vampire.

Long Shancheng in the room was not suspicious at all, he didn't have much intersection with the man on the other side. I came to look for myself in the middle of the night, and I didn't know what was going on.

Wei Flais noticed the cat's eye on the door, so he ducked to the side, just avoiding the observation area of the cat's eye.

Long Shancheng looked over through the cat's eye and saw that Meng Gaozhao was the only one, and let go of the doubts in his heart.

The parts in the lock are turning, and the complex sound is reminiscent of some kind of precision instrument, or a handmade world famous watch. What they all have in common is the high level of craftsmanship and strict quality standards, both of which often mean a high price.

This ordinary-looking wooden door doesn't seem to be as simple as it sees. The door of the house where he lives, as well as the door of Meng Gaozhao and others, should be the original door. And the door of this poor painter is unusually strong, and if you think about it, his hand pounds the original wooden door, and the power that can be exerted under the anger is greater, and the original wooden door should not be able to support it.

The door of this poor painter still has a cat's eye, which should only look the same as the original wooden door.

Why should he add this layer of camouflage, someone lacks a sense of security, so he likes to give himself a place to live, and install a strong door, he can completely understand. But in any case, just ordinary installation is not enough, and it is completely unnecessary to disguise the door as an ordinary wooden door.

Unless there's something he doesn't want to be known about, and it's always on his mind.

When Long Shancheng opened the door, he unexpectedly found that in addition to Meng Gaozhao, there was also an uninvited lesson.

"You ......"

Before he could speak, he was pushed aside by Wei Flai, and drove straight into the house.

"You are sinning! I'm going to sue you! ”

Long Shancheng's roar fell behind him, and Wei Fang saw a tape recorder in the room.

He walked over, took the tape recorder in his hand, and pressed play.

The room was covered with white cloths, and at some point, the canvases of several paintings quietly peeled off.