I remember living with my mom and dad and our family of three in a house north of the second floor. At that time, I had a neighbor, an aunt, and I remember that this aunt was very beautiful, often wearing a crimson one-piece pajamas, and her hair was always curly, with a curling iron pinned to it.

She is very kind, especially to us children, often gives us good food, and has a good relationship with the neighbors. It may be that a beautiful woman lives alone, and there are always some rumors after a long time. We children don't understand that, so we still go to her house to beg for candy or eat. Then one day, my parents came home and muttered behind my back, as if they were talking about something, and then my mother called me to the kitchen and solemnly told me that I was not allowed to go to the red-clothed aunt's house for dinner or candy in the future.

I asked what was going on. Mom said unhappily, the child asks so much about what to do, let you do whatever you want.

She doesn't have a good style. Dad stood at the doorway and added.

At that time, I was still wondering, what does it mean to have a bad style? But looking at the faces of my parents and parents, they were very serious, knowing that this was not a good word, and they also felt estranged and disgusted with that aunt.

One night my children and I were arguing late at night, and my parents went out to work and didn't come back, so I was hungry and ready to go home and make instant noodles to eat. When I was about to go back, I saw the red-clothed aunt standing at the door of her house, smiling at me gently, and said Xiaocong, you haven't eaten yet, come to the aunt's place, I'll make it for you.

That scene is now recalled, it is clearly like an oil painting, the sky background is dark blue, a little golden sunset, the smoke of the courtyard is faint, many people have their doors open, the smell of vegetables comes from the air, and the sound of their frying and cooking can be vaguely heard. The red-clothed aunt stood at the door, reflecting the view of the sky, she was beautiful.

But I already felt disgusted with her at that time, so I shook my head and said, Mom and Dad won't let me play with you anymore.

Why? Auntie asked.

Somehow, I always felt like she was crying.

My mom said, you don't have a good style. I say.

With that, I pulled out the key to open the door and went into the house. When I walked through the door, I felt like I had stolen something, I was very nervous and scared, and I felt a sense of guilt that I couldn't describe. I peeked out through the screen window and saw the aunt standing in front of her door for a long time, her eyes falling on the edge of the sky, and there was something in it that I could not understand as a child. She let out a long sigh, pushed the door open, and went back to the house.

I didn't see her the next day.

On the third night, when I was eating at home, I heard a noise in the yard and the sound of an alarm bell, so I put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran out to look. A lot of policemen came, the atmosphere was very serious, and after a short time, a few people carried out a stretcher from the corridor, on which lay a person, covered with a white cloth.

The surrounding neighborhood was crowded with people, full of people, and there were auxiliary police officers maintaining order.

At this moment, the man on the stretcher suddenly pulled out his hand, which was a fair-skinned and pink woman's hand. I stood on the second floor, hugging the railing and looking down condescendingly, trembling all over.

I heard the words while Mom and Dad were chattering, and later when they were playing with the other children, they also pieced together a lot of information from the adults, and I realized that she had committed suicide at home on the night I last saw Aunt Red.

Her death was odd and was hanged in a chest of drawers, supposedly with a clothesline. The next day she didn't come out, and on the third day someone went to look for her at home, and finally found the body in the chest of drawers.

For a long time afterward, I had nightmares, and I always felt that this red-clothed aunt was wandering around the courtyard, and the red-clothed aunt seemed to appear next to me. When I think about this scene, I feel physically uncomfortable and get goosebumps all over my body. Soon after, our family moved again, and it was many years since then.

When I was in school, my classmates recommended me to watch horror movies like "Midnight Bell" or "The Grudge", but I couldn't watch half of it, and the scenes and feelings in it always made me immerse myself in the extremely vague memories of my childhood, which was very bad.

At this moment, this memory once again came to my heart, like a childhood nightmare resurrected again.

I stood in the middle of the room, looked around, and finally understood why this place felt so familiar, this bedroom was the room where the red-clothed aunt lived back then. How many times have I eaten here, and she even took us children to see comic books.

My gaze couldn't move, and it fell on the chest of drawers opposite, and for a moment the hairs of my hair rose and my throat tightened, could it be that the corpse of the red-clothed aunt was hidden in the closet?

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to move, and I stood there as if I was frozen. It was a long time before my body could move. I forced myself to calm down, first of all, this is the bardo realm, not really reality, everything in front of me is just my subconscious memory.

The purpose is to get out within 24 hours, from an objective and calm point of view, I can be in such a bedroom, and there is such a chest of drawers in front of me, which can explain one thing, the clues to get out or the core secrets of the agency should be in this chest of drawers.

I wanted to call Wang Yue in, but I was so scared that I couldn't open my mouth, I hesitated for a long time, slowly moved my heavy steps, and walked to the chest of drawers step by step.

Looking at the tightly closed cabinet door, my heart was about to jump out.

It was only then that I really realized why I was so scared and why I had left such a deep shadow on my childhood.

In addition to the fear of that aunt's suicide, in the deepest part of my subconscious, I also have a trace of imperceptible guilt that that aunt died because of me. What I said to her at the time was probably the last straw that broke her back, and I was responsible anyway.

My hands were on the doorknobs of the cupboard, trembling so hard that I wanted to pull them away, but I didn't dare to, as if there was a huge obstacle in my heart.

Sweating like rain, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and staggered to the outside room. Wang Yue was holding a table lamp and looking intently at the paintings on the wall. She was surprised to see that my face was very bad, and quickly came over to help me sit on the sofa and asked what was wrong.

My heart was beating fast, and I slowed down for a moment as I explained the situation in the bedroom inside.

Wang Yue thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll go open that door." ”

I gritted my teeth, "I'll go with you." ”

When I went in, I asked her what she had found, and Wang Yue shook her head: "There is nothing outside, I have turned over all the materials on the desk, and they are all blank paper." I think there's something wrong with that painting. Moreover, you find a phenomenon that does not. ”

What I asked.

Wang Yue said: "Many clues appeared only when we triggered some conditions. For example, the clock for countdown, the painting on the wall, there is no one at first, and they will only appear if some conditions are met. ”

I was already powerless to think, and I was in a bad mood, so I casually asked what was explained.

Wang Yue frowned: "Explain the existing clues, what can definitely be done." We're still stuck in the bottom of the puzzle. ”

When we entered the bedroom, Wang Yue walked quickly to the chest of drawers and whispered: "Don't hesitate to do anything, the more you think about it, the more scared you are, it's better to do it." With that, she pulled the door open. After a few pulls, the door was locked tightly and did not open. She pulled hard a few more times, but she still couldn't open.

I wondered, "Do you need a tool to pry it open?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Yue suddenly said: "Lin Cong, come here, look!" ”

I came to her side, and I looked at the chest of drawers, and many strange textures slowly appeared on the surface of the cabinet, spreading very quickly. It's like there's an invisible pen outlining the engraving at a very fast speed. We watched with bated breath and carefully.

After a short time, a large engraved pattern appeared on the surface of the cabinet. This pattern is the three friends of the year, that is, pine, bamboo, plum three plants, under these plants, there are several old men are drinking quietly, one of them raised his hand, writing in the sky. The handwriting is clear, and it is four words called "open in the forest".

"Open in the woods?" I muttered, what does this mean?

"Ahh Wang Yue exclaimed: "Lin Cong, your name is not right, your surname, your surname is Lin, so it will open every time you meet Lin." ”

My throat moved, and I pointed to the cabinet door and said, "You mean, you can't open it, I have to open it?" ”

"Yes, you can only drive it." Wang Yue flashed to the side.

I put my hands on the handles of the cabinet door, gritted my teeth, and jerked them out. It didn't move, and the door was still locked.

No, no. I pressed again, and this time the door moved, opening a gap. Although this gap is thinner than a spider's web, it is still an improvement.

Wang Yue and I looked at each other.

I pressed harder to open it again, when the doorknob suddenly twisted on its own.

I was startled, and quickly retracted my hand, and saw that the two handles rotated on their own, ending together, and actually formed a circle. The ring is made up of four colors, black at the top and red at the bottom, green on the left and yellow on the right.