The layout of room 407 is the same as the room where Rong Di lives, and the location of both the kitchen and the bathroom is exactly the same as that side.

It's just that it's really dirty, and the thick dust on the floor and the cobwebs in the corners are enough to prove that no one has visited this room in a long time. And it's eerie, and the moment the door opens, a chill can be seen floating out. Rong Di and Hongyi outside were dumbfounded on the spot, hesitating to step into this ghost place that looked like a refrigerator.

Almost at the same moment, all the portraits hanging on the wall looked at this time. Their eyes flashed red one by one, and even their expressions became distorted, as if they were wary of Rong Di and Red Yi who were about to step here.

Jerry squeaked and squeaked, and the photographs on the wall let out animal-like screams. It was a mouse-like voice, and after arguing for a while, the scarlet glint in the statue's eyes dimmed a lot, but there were still some people who looked warily at the uninvited guests outside.

As if noticing Rongdi and Red's reaction, Jerry said with a smile, "Is it dirty?"

Rong Di and Hongyi looked at each other, unable to say anything.

Jerry went on to say, "Our constitution is different from yours, and we are both ghosts and bodies."

With that, Jerry sat down on the only piece of furniture in the room, a dusty chair. Other than that, this empty home is only filled with photographs that fill the room.

"Look!" As he spoke, he gently rubbed the corner of the chair with his fingertips, and then he pointed his finger at the two people outside the door, and said with some smugness, "There is no dust."

As he said, he didn't have a single trace of dust on his hands. It was at this time that Rongdi noticed that his arm, which had been wet with rain, had dried out in a very incredible form. It wasn't your ordinary evaporation, as the water beads passed through his arm and fell to the dusty ground.

It's incredible, how did he do it? Could this have something to do with his special physique?

Several photos on the wall squeaked again, and Jerry's face changed, looking a little annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. Jerry looked at the two people standing outside stupidly, "You better not come in, there are a few people who want you to come in." Just stand out there and listen to your story. ”

This is a story about a mouse.

Once upon a time, the German town of Hammerern was infested with rats, known as "The Pied Piper of Hamel". It is said that the story is an allusion to the Black Death, which took half of the population of Europe at the time.

Jerry's story is very similar to the folk version, but it is also very different. Jerry started with the Pied Piper.

The man who played the flute was curious about the supernatural power of magic since he was a child, and he was passionate about magic, alchemy, and so on, and he hoped that he could become an alchemist who turned stones into gold. However, contrary to his wishes, his understanding of magic was only scratching the surface. As an adult, he left his hometown and embarked on a quest for magic.

During his journey, he accidentally got a flute, which was a flute, a beautiful magical artifact. The sound of the flute is magical, and it can hypnotize any animal or person.

He spent all his savings to buy the flute from an old wizard, and he was very worried that it would be snatched by someone else, because he now had nothing but it. The old wizard told him, "This flute has fulfilled the contract with your soul, and he will not leave you." This flute itself is a living magical lifeform that is with your soul. ”

His journey continued, and despite the magic flute, he didn't do anything to steal chickens and dogs. At most, he also uses the flute to hypnotize some animals and let them perform for themselves, so as to achieve the purpose of making money. Almost all of his travel expenses were earned by street performances, and he made a fancy outfit for better performances.

With his colorful clothes and magical flute sound, his fame became loud and became a casual conversation among people at that time.

In a small town called Hammerln, the place is infested with rats, and there is nothing people can do about them.

In the middle of the town's square, the mayor offers a bounty for exterminating the rats and receiving a bag of gold coins. The news that there must be brave men under the heavy money made the residents of the town boil, and they all jumped to try, but they all failed.

The news reached the Tricked Piper, who was traveling, and he immediately set off for the town of Hammerern.

When he arrived in the town, the mayor's bounty was raised, and whoever could drive the rats out would not only receive a bag of gold, but also marry his beautiful daughter.

The Tricked Piper happily followed the job, and everyone laughed as they looked at the young man in the colorful clothes.

He was unimpressed by the laughter, and played his flute, and when the melody sounded, all the mice poured out and followed him in a line. When they came to the river, the rats jumped into the river one by one and drowned.

When the last mouse jumped into the river, his flute stopped. Watching the rats turn into drowned corpses, his mind was messy, he had never used a flute to kill someone, nor had he hurt a small animal.

Seeing that the river was full of rat corpses, he felt very uncomfortable, and he returned to the town with mixed feelings.

However, everyone looked at him angrily, and the mayor yelled at him: "He's in the same league as those rats!" He first controlled the rats to introduce them into the town, and then solved the rat infestation to cheat the money! ”

Looking at the mayor's greedy and smug face, the Pied Piper realized that he had been deceived by the mayor. Before he could play the flute, he was pressed to the ground by an adult, and his precious flute was thrown aside.

"It's not like that, I'm not ......"

He wanted to explain it all and he could do without money. But they didn't give him a chance. With so much going on, they don't listen at all, they only hear what they think is the right answer. The so-called right is sometimes the most ridiculous.

The townsfolk had been tortured by rats to the point of a nervous breakdown, and the mayor's words ignited their anger in an instant, and they took out all their pain and anger on him for all this loss.

The adults beat him, and the children threw stones at him. Eventually, he was thrown into the river and drowned like the rats.

He saw it before he died, and the mayor smirked triumphantly as he wiped his precious flute, and cast a contemptuous look.

In order to get his flute, this greedy man took advantage of this rat infestation, and after taking him to get rid of the rats, he incited the people and spread rumors that he was the real mastermind behind this incident.

Anger dominated the last of his sanity, and even though he was dead, he stared at the mob with wide eyes. He swore that even if he died, he would not let these people go!

He has to make these people pay!

When the mayor saw that the ratcatcher was dead, he divided the bag of gold coins equally among the townspeople. It turned out that it was all a scam on their part, and there was such a serious rat infestation that everyone needed money, so they joined forces......

The mayor of the town, who planned the incident, was given the magic flute, and when he got home, he couldn't wait to play it, but he couldn't control the animals like the rat catcher. That night, he practiced blowing for a long time, but he couldn't control other people's voices.

Later, he fell asleep...... It was at this time that the ratcatcher returned, and his soul returned.

The dead ratcatcher played his flute, and the wonderful melody made the adults of the town get up one by one, but they all closed their eyes. Sleepwalking, they fought each other until the last man remained, and the last man jumped into the river and drowned.

The adults frightened the children of the town, and the sound of crying reached the ears of the rat catcher, and he played the flute again, and the magic sound awakened the souls of the rats who had drowned in the river, and they returned to the town and burrowed into the children's bodies.

The children became as ugly as mice, their eyes became elongated, some grew beards on the sides of their noses, and some grew rat-gray fluff.

The ratcatcher laughed maniacally and finally left the town playing the flute, followed by the children who had become one with the rat's ghost.

……

This is the end of the story.

Hongyi trembled with fright, and she was stunned and didn't even dare to breathe. Rong Di was also frightened by this story, and he also widened his eyes, and his face was full of "I don't believe it".

At this time, a muffled thunder sounded violently, startling Rong Di and Hongyi to recover from their shock.

"Those children are obviously innocent...... "The face of the red clothes turned a little pale, and it was obvious that this story had left a psychological shadow on her.

"But rat catchers are also innocent." Jerry said calmly, he seemed to be very open-minded.

Almost at this time, the portraits in the photo seemed to show different expressions, but none of them made a sound.

"Are you those kids?" Rong Di couldn't help asking, "How is this story you are telling different from the one I heard?"

"There's always a difference between reality and legend." Jerry said with a blank face.

"That. So why are you telling me this story? Rongdi asked.

"Do you sympathize with your plight, or do you hope that you can find us to find that person, or have these words been held in my heart for too long and want to talk to others...... To be honest, I don't know. Jerry smiled and said, "I hope you can kill your spirit, after all, there are too many people in the world who are worse than you."

Rong Di couldn't help but think of a sentence I heard from somewhere before - sometimes it is better to comfort others than to be miserable.

They...... Sure enough, some good people!

Rongdi's breathing became a little chaotic, and his mind was now full of one thing to do—go back to his room and write down this story!

"Can I put this story into my novel? Of course, I'll write at the end of the story asking the reader to help me find the ratcatcher or something! By the way, if you want money, I can ......" Rong Di said anxiously, but saw the other party smile faintly.

"We don't need the money, if you want to put this story into your novel, use it, and I also like that your readers have people who know him." Jerry smiled indifferently.

Rong Di was suddenly stunned and asked, "By the way, why do you live here?"

"A long time ago, when the landlord was a man, the ratcatcher came here, lived here for a while, and then left. He also has a little bit of magic, so we are usually sealed in photos by him. He promised us that he would pick us up on a rainy morning......"

He... Didn't come back.

So, these rat people, who used to be human children, have been waiting here.

This...... What a sad story.

"There's no way to unlock his magic?" Rongdi asked.

"Before his soul is laid to rest, no." Jerry bowed his head and said, "The rat soul in our body has been hating him just as much as he has hated those who killed him. As long as neither of us can let go of hatred, we will not find rest. ”

Another quite astonishing sentence, Rong Di was once again shocked by the darkness and cruelty of the world.

"Although we have now assimilated with the soul of the rat, and finally become a thief-eyed adult...... Although we look uglier than the adults who deceived the rat catcher, are the rat catchers necessarily better than us? By the time he played the flute and walked ahead of us, perhaps he would have become as ugly as we were. ”

Jerry spoke slowly and in a calm tone, but the two living people outside the door could clearly feel his uneasiness and anger......

Jerry continued: "It's like a posthumous photo, we can only move one person a day, we can just stand outside and wait for him to come back. Maybe...... He's not coming back. ”

Jerry still said what he had been hiding in his heart for years, and he and his other companions had more or less guessed something, but no one had said anything. Now that Jerry has spoken out, he seems very safe, as does the portrait in the photo.

After saying that, Jerry didn't mean to continue. Rongdi closed the door, then rushed back to the room, turned on the computer and read the story, of course. At the end of the story, he leaves a message for the reader, asking them to contact the author if they find the rat catcher.

Hongyi watched Rong Di work from the side, she kept quiet at all times, and sometimes smiled. Girls are like that, and they will be happy to see the serious efforts of the people they care about.

This pit was originally going to be filled in at a later stage, but it doesn't feel interesting to write like this...... So let's fill the hole now. This story is just for my satisfying brain hole and bad taste, and to be honest, I quite like to write this kind of story that is black and black to the end.

PS: From a human point of view, I really can't tell the difference between the same type of mouse, and it's really troublesome to write about the appearance of a rat man. But maybe they won't be able to tell the difference between humans.