The dust on the ground was thick, cobwebs everywhere, and there was no sign of human activity. I opened the bedroom door www.biquge.info, and although I was not afraid in my heart, I still stood there, looking at the bed for a long time before I went in, and I couldn't tell how I felt.

Got under the bed, I took out a dagger and lifted the floor, took out the photo and the ghost hand, I don't know if I was nervous or what, the moment I saw the ghost hand, I actually felt a little kind.

With the light of my mobile phone, I picked out the photo of my second uncle with tattoos, and put the others back in their original places, just about to drill them out, when I turned my head, suddenly a very small detail made me notice.

After so many lives and deaths, although his skills have not grown much, he has honed a reflexive sensitivity to the details of the environment around him.

That's our family's telephone line, because the house is relatively old, the telephone line is a bright line, the second uncle for the sake of beauty, the telephone line along the corner of the wall under the bed, on the bedside table on the phone. But this telephone line, in an inconspicuous dark corner, was connected to a shunt, and another telephone line branched out from the shunt, leading to the floor.

I leaned over and found a small hole in the floor, and the extra phone line seemed to lead downstairs.

Odd? Could it be that my phone has been tapped? When was this thread connected?

I try to remember that I had been so frightened by the ghost hands that I hadn't paid any attention to this detail when I got under the bed two years ago, and I wouldn't have paid attention to the phone line under the bed before.

Who's downstairs? Why are you listening to my house? As far as I can remember, I can't seem to find an impression of my downstairs neighbor.

I lay there, lost in thought. Does the second uncle know about this? Since the telephone line was not removed, apparently he did not know. Who could be listening to the second uncle's phone call? Knife people? Or a night owl?

Thinking about it, I can't help but get goosebumps, this old house is the second uncle's departure from his world, specifically to protect me, and even here is being watched, so I grew up and started with a third pair of eyes everywhere?

Out of nowhere, a nameless fire was ignited, and I felt more and more that it was definitely not a coincidence that I had accidentally discovered the ghost hand, and then embarked on this road of no return, I am afraid that even my discharge from the army was designed by someone.

Who will be downstairs? He's still there? With a secret anger and doubt, I stepped out and began to look into more details.

I searched almost every nook and cranny and found nothing suspicious except for the phone line that had been tapped.

It seems that the people who are watching here don't care about anything else, all they care about is this call. In my impression, when I was a child, I rarely saw my second uncle use this phone, but I often used it to contact Lei Zi and figure out how to get into trouble.

Thunder! I suddenly nervously tensed, could the fake Leizi that appeared in the ancient tomb of Lushan be because someone thought I had a close relationship with Leizi? It's not that simple, I'll have to go downstairs and take a look.

I hid the dagger in my sleeve, first went to the balcony to see that there was no light downstairs, then went downstairs and knocked on the door.

There was no movement inside, and I continued to knock until the aunt at the door impatiently shouted at home: "What about knocking on the ghost door in the middle of the night?" I haven't seen anyone for two years, so I knocked on the old lady again to report you for disturbing the people! ”

I quickly retracted my hand, and said in my heart that the people in Chaoyang District said that the report was not ambiguous, and I should not bump into it head-on. Since there was no one, it was easy to do, and I happened to see a small advertisement in the corridor to unlock the door, so I dialed the phone.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a tall and thin locksmith with small eyes came, looked at the door, and shone my face with a flashlight: "Please show your ID card, real estate certificate, household registration book and other valid documents!" ”

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