There was nothing changed in the room, but no one cared about it for a long time, the dust was thickly covered, and some corners were covered with cobwebs, and if you didn't clean it, you couldn't move your place to sit at all.

In the living room, I saw brown blood on the floor, from a previous injury to my ankle.

The mobile phone and some documents were left on the coffee table in the living room, and the documents used to marry Xu Yijin before were reissued by my father for me.

The phone was turned off, so I took out the charger from the bedroom from my memory, charged the phone, and waited for it to turn on, while expecting Uncle Li to come soon.

I went around the rest of the house again, and it was the same as before I left, unchanged.

It's just the wardrobe in the bedroom, as if the position has been moved.

There is no dust near the wardrobe, it should have been moved recently.

But no one but me and the landlord should have the key to this place, and if the landlord comes, he will tell me.

I stood in front of the wardrobe for a while, and found that some parts of the handle of the wardrobe door were clean and free of dust, and I must have been touched.

I walked to the balcony and looked down, trying to see if Uncle Li had come up, but found that I couldn't see anything from this angle, and it was blocked by the clothes drying downstairs.

At this time, I couldn't go out directly, and there was a man who might be dead outside the door.

I'm really in a bit of a dilemma right now.

After waiting for a long time, the phone could barely turn on.

I opened my phone to check and found that in the past few months, there have been a lot of missed calls and text messages, some of which are from the police, and I didn't care.

Liu Shichen has called and sent text messages one after another, and I have taken a general look, probably every time he misses me, he will send a message to this number.

If you look closely, you can see that it is happening every day.

Until a month ago, I saw him for the last time. I haven't posted it since.

My knuckles clenched a little, and they were tinged blue.

I don't know how long it took before I endured the strange emotions in my heart and drew out his text message interface.

There was also an unfamiliar number that called me eight times in succession.

I don't know this number well.

Thinking that maybe an acquaintance had changed the number and was looking for me to have something urgent, he made eight calls in a row, and my fingertips fell on the dial button and called the phone back.

After the phone was dialed, the sound of "zizi" electricity was soon heard from the receiver.

Sounds like there's something wrong with the earpiece.

I picked up my phone and looked at it, the call had been connected, and I didn't know if there was a problem with my phone or what was wrong with the other party.

"Can you hear me?" I'm going to turn it on hands-free.

The sound of electricity is harsh, and even if you turn it down, you still feel uncomfortable.

There was no response on the other end of the phone, and I thought that there was probably something wrong with the other party's mobile phone and wanted to hang up the phone.

Before his hand touched the screen, he heard a woman's scream mixed with the sound of electricity.

My hand immediately stiffened, and I raised my phone and put it to my ear to listen carefully, and there was indeed a woman's scream.

"Can you hear me?" I took the trouble to ask again.

I was still screaming in response.

The sound seemed to be coming from not only the receiver of the phone, but also the echo in the room, which seemed to be coming to my ears.

I moved my phone away, and the sound was not only in the phone, but also in the house.

Is the person calling me in this room?

A chill ran down my spine.

I took my phone and walked around the room to find my way, and in the end, I was almost certain that the sound was coming from the closet.

It was a scream that was so hoarse that it almost couldn't make a sound.

It's not loud, but once you hear it, you won't want to listen to it a second time.

I hung up the phone and stared intently at the two closed doors of the closet.

Is there really anyone in there?

The soles of my feet were cold, and I was wrapped in tightness.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

I immediately came to my senses, ran out of the bedroom, walked to the entrance, and stood on tiptoe to look at the cat's eye on the door.

Uncle Li stood outside.

I relaxed a little and pulled the door open, where I saw him standing straight outside.

"Miss Zhang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." "There was no parking nearby, so I had to go around for a long time to find a place to park," he explains. ”

I didn't give it much thought.

His eyes reached behind him, and the man at the door did not leave, still leaning against the railing of the hallway, tilting his head and looking at the two of us.

My brow furrowed.

Uncle Li followed my line of sight and glanced at that place and asked, "Miss, what are you looking at?" ”

"Can't you see?"

"See what?"

He looked intently at where the man was standing.

The man was still leaning there obliquely, as if he couldn't notice Uncle Li's gaze, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Uncle Li turned around and asked, "Nothing, Miss Zhang, what did you just see?" ”

I pursed my lower lip.

Maybe it's because it's dirty, so Uncle Li can't see it.

"Nothing."

I beckoned Uncle Li into the house and closed the door again.

The moment the door closed, I happened to look at him for a moment.

I stood at the entrance with my hands closing the door.

That man looked too similar to Xu Yijin, and at that moment, I almost recognized him as Xu Yijin.

I don't know if it's just similar, or if it's some other reason.

"Miss, you seem absent-minded, is something going on?" Uncle Li asked.

Hearing his voice, I came back to my senses, smiled at Uncle Li and said, "I'm just thinking about something." ”

I called him to the bedroom, stood still in front of the closet, and said, "Uncle Li, I heard movement in the closet before, but I didn't dare to open it, can you help me open it and take a look?" ”

He didn't say much, and reached out to open the door of the wardrobe for me.

The wardrobe is not large, and there are a few clothes scattered in it. I flipped through a few pieces of clothing with my hands and found a photo at the bottom of the closet.

The photograph is framed in black frames, and in the frame, there is a black and white photograph of a human face.

It's kind of like a posthumous photo.

Looking closely at the photo, I realized that it was a woman, with long hair falling on her shoulders and a thin lip smiling.

But the most conspicuous thing is that in the photo, the part of her eyes was deducted.

I don't know the woman in this photo, and I don't know who put her in the closet.

Uncle Li's brows furrowed, "Miss, what is this?" ”

I shook my head.

Remembering the sound coming from the closet earlier, I took my phone again and dialed the previous number.

Uncle Li watched silently from the side.

This time, when I dialed the phone, it was an empty number.