Ling Fan's off-campus dormitory.

The bright sunlight passed through the dull yellow glass but turned into a dull and uncertain light, and the broken shadows of a few branches and leaves swayed along the light.

With a bang, Ling Fan quickly closed his door and plugged it in, his back was tightly pressed against the door, he gasped, his fingers trembled and he took out the black memo from his arms, the pitch-black cover flashed with a charming reflection in the dim light of the room, Ling Fan's heart pounded in panic.

Ling Fan hurriedly ran to his desk, sat down, and anxiously put the black memo on the table, holding it down with both hands, for fear that it would suddenly open it by itself, just staring at it with his own eyes in panic, and an indescribable fear welled up in his heart, but there was another strange magic that attracted Ling Fan, luring him to open the memo, and finally Ling Fan still did not resist the irresistible temptation full of terror.

With a bang, Ling Fan lifted two fingers to uncover the black cover of the memo, only to see a line of delicate and resolute handwriting appear, "It's my brother's note!" Ling Fan shouted excitedly in his heart.

When Ling Fan read those lines carefully, a chill surged into Ling Fan's heart: Afan, my brother knows that you will definitely find this notebook, and you must also look through it for your brother, but stop turning to this page! Don't look backwards again anyway!! Afan, you must listen to your brother! You are my brother's only brother, and my brother doesn't want you to be killed by it!! Afan must remember his brother's words! Look no further!!

What is it, what is it? Why does my brother use an impersonal word like 'it'?! Ling Fan's palms didn't know when fine beads of sweat had appeared, his brother had always paid the most attention to Chinese characters, how could such an excellent brother make a mistake! So what exactly is this 'it'?! Why is my brother so afraid of this 'it'?!

Ling Fan sat at the table in a daze, staring at the lines that his brother had written for him on the first page, the words revealed panic and uneasiness, as well as his brother's pity for his brother. After hesitating for a moment, Ling Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with a resolute gaze, and his strong desire to pursue the truth about his brother's death had already overpowered that wordless fear.

Ling Fan took a deep breath, raised two fingers, and picked up the corners of the second page.

Suddenly, a rumbling knock sounded from Ling Fan's door, as if someone was slamming the door with a huge hammer!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ……

One, two, three, four......

Ling Fan's eyes stared straight at the constantly smashed and trembling door, staring at the almanac hanging on the door, which was constantly shaking his flat body at this time, writhing from side to side as if it had been torn apart.

Beads of sweat gradually flowed down from Ling Fan's forehead, dripping onto the back of his hand, and instantly shattered into pieces.

The bedroom door was still shaking for a while, as if to prevent Ling Fan from continuing to look through the memo, and if he didn't stop, then this rumbling knock on the door seemed to never stop.

Ling Fan stood up slowly, his throat couldn't help but move up and down, he swallowed hard, reached out and touched the folding chair and grabbed it in his hand, clutching it tightly. Then he moved step by step towards the door that couldn't stop trembling, and with each step he took closer, Ling Fan's heart would beat at a faster frequency, and it also hit Ling Fan's chest like a giant hammer.

Ling Fan stretched out a hand, and a trembling hand slowly grasped the trembling doorknob, and the strong vibration spread all over the body along the palm of his hand, impacting Ling Fan's heart.

Ling Fan bit his lip tightly, his bulging eyes kept staring at the shaking calendar, he took a deep breath, raised the folding chair in his hand high, and suddenly pulled the door open, and with the sound of the wind opening the door quickly, Ling Feng's pupils instantly widened, but they returned to their original state in an instant.

The raised folding chair hung down weakly, Ling Fan exhaled heavily, his tense whole body suddenly loosened, and his other hand was gently raised, wiping the cold sweat oozing from his face, and when the back of his hand was taken off, the sweat on the back of his hand suddenly turned as red as blood, red dripping blood, and with a bang, the folding chair was thrown and smashed against the wall. Ling Fan shook the back of his hand in horror and wiped the blood off the back of his hand, but when he looked at the back of his hand again, he found that it was just a fine bead of sweat on his own, which turned out to be just his hallucination.

Ling Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but his body that had just relaxed suddenly tensed up again, because a corner of red cloth was faintly exposed at the corner of the corridor! Heavy breathing became rapid again, Ling Fan grabbed the folding chair again, carefully moved his steps, and walked towards the red cloth step by step.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, is the kind of cold and cold quiet.

The sound of breathing in and out, the sound of a pounding heart, the ticking of unscrewed water droplets from the unscrewed faucet in the water room not far away...... All kinds of sounds that he had never heard in ordinary times were really ringing in Ling Fan's ears at this time, but Ling Fan's eyes were fixed on the red cloth at this time, the red cloth that was as red as blood, and there seemed to be some wet and sticky liquid on it.

"Ahh Ling Fan suddenly waved the folding chair in his hand and smashed it at the red cloth, only to hear a click, and a piece of something was instantly smashed into two. Ling Fan gasped, his hands clutched the folding chair, his eyes looked at the wet and sticky red cloth, and suddenly a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A mopping cloth that was smashed in two, a red mop strip, was dripping with drops of water at this time, Ling Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself for being so frightened, he would be so afraid of a mop that mopped the floor.

"But what's the rumbling knock on the door just now?" Ling Fan couldn't help but feel a little strange, could it be that someone was joking with him, "Or is it my delusion?!" No! No way! How could I have heard that rumbling door! ”

Ling Fan shook his head in pain, turned his back upside down against the wall, and slammed his head on the cold wall, tears slowly flowed along the corners of his eyes, and suddenly Ling Fan rushed to the faucet not far away, stretching his head under the cold water, and at this time it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or flowing water slowly flowing down Ling Fan's cheeks.

The wind picked up, and slipped through the cracks in the glass, stirring the pages of the memo, turning and closing from time to time, and opening and closing softly.

A strange red figure flashed from the darkness around the corner in an instant.