In the afternoon, there was no emergency in the ward, I stayed in the office, studied the teaching materials for an afternoon, and when it was time to leave work, I hesitated and did not want to go back.

Last night's dream seemed to be true or false, and it seemed to be false, which made people feel scared in their hearts, even if I was a medical student, even if I was a materialist, but when I thought of the three ghosts who played cards with me, I couldn't help but feel furious.

"Hey, Xiao Gao, it's all off work, why are you still sitting on the chair and not moving?" Teacher Zhao said as he took off his white coat.

I hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Zhao, do you say that there are ghosts in this world?" ”

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already taken off his white coat, and after listening to my words, he paused in his actions to get dressed, then shook his head, and replied with some amusement: "How can there be a ghost in this world, Xiao Gao, if this question is asked from the mouth of an old man, it is not strange at all, because they are afraid of death, and always think that when people die, their souls still exist." But Xiao Gao! You are young, and you are still studying medicine, why did you suddenly become superstitious? ”

What Mr. Zhao said is very right, there is no ghost in this world, everything is disturbing by melanism, and the reason why I had a nightmare last night may be because of too much pressure in life.

As for the mahjong tile after waking up, maybe I caught it in my sleep by accident.

My mood suddenly relaxed, and I said to Mr. Zhao that I understand, then stood up and went to the changing room next door.

The big house was quite far from the hospital, so I changed buses three times before getting off at the nearest bus stop.

As soon as I walked into the residential area, I saw a few middle-aged women talking, and when they saw me, they had been chatting well, but suddenly they all shut their mouths, and when I walked past them, they began to whisper again.

I have a sensitive ear, and even though they speak in small voices, I can hear them word for word.

"This is already the 7th, looking at the young man's young age and talent, how could he live in that big mansion, doesn't he know that that big mansion is a murderous mansion?"

"There is no way for people not to believe in evil, and the first few people who moved in, we have not been persuaded by us, but kindness is treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and they are not persuaded to continue to live."

"That's right, persuasion is also in vain, it's just a pity, at such a young age, there may be accidents. Of the few people who lived in front of them, except for the last girl, who was missing, the others died. ”

My steps stopped abruptly, and if I hadn't had that nightmare last night, I would have laughed at the whispers of those middle-aged women.

But now, I can't help but be cautious, listen to the meaning of their words, that big mansion is a murderous mansion, and none of the people who live in it will end well.

Thinking of the fact that the rent was so cheap, I was a firm believer in materialism, but I was shaken at this time, and I turned around and wanted to ask them for an understanding.

But as if they were hiding from the plague, they scattered one by one.

I couldn't get an answer from them, so I wanted to go to the owner of the house, Aunt Liu, she was the owner of the big house, and she should know better than anyone else about the big house, if it was really a murderous house, even if the rent was low, I would move out.

Compared with money, life is, of course, life important. It's just that I signed a one-year contract in one go, and I don't know if I can get it back?

Thinking silently to my heart, I went deeper, in this residential area, the big mansion was in the deepest place, and with the high fence that was erected, there was almost no sunlight all year round.

And the place where the owner Aunt Liu lives is next to the big house.

When I arrived at the door of Aunt Liu's house, I tapped on the door, and it was quiet inside, without any sound.

So I took a few steps back and shouted "Aunt Liu" loudly, but the result was the same, no one opened the door for me.

Could it be that Aunt Liu is not at home, she has gone to visit relatives?

Through a glass window, I looked inside, and it was empty. I looked up at the sky again, and the sun was setting and night was falling.

If I don't want to live in a big house at this time, then I can't find a place to sleep, the weather in March and April, it looks warm, but it is still very cold at night, and if I sleep under the bridge, it is very likely that I will catch a cold.

All my savings were used to pay the rent, and I had a week left before the end of the month, and I couldn't get sick as I was penniless.

Dragged my feet into the big mansion, it was still so spacious, still so antique, people felt comfortable when they looked at it, but I couldn't feel comfortable at all.

Before I moved in, there were other tenants who came in, and they all died, and the only one who didn't die was missing.

Among these dead tenants, are there any old men in Tsing Yi who played mahjong with me last night?

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, I was afraid that if I thought about it, I couldn't help but want to escape.

My dinner is very simple, just a bucket of instant noodles, boiling water, pouring water into it, waiting for three to five minutes, and you can eat.

Once or twice, I thought it was delicious, but every night it was the same, the noodles in my mouth, the taste was like chewing wax, and I even felt like vomiting.

Barely finishing the instant noodles, I went up to the second floor, and when I passed the living room, I stopped for a while.

The living room is elegantly furnished, with a chaise longue and a few chairs on top of spotless floor tiles, but there is no gaming table.

This is a far cry from the setting I had in my dream last night.

I must have had a nightmare last night, and I don't know what my subconscious mind thought, but I actually thought of gambling, and I conjured up a gambling table.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't, last night's dream was so real, so real that I woke up in the morning with a mahjong tile in my hand.

After washing up in the bathroom, I lay on the bed, picked up a textbook, and looked down.

I didn't dare to sleep, I wanted time to pass a little faster, so that the sky would light before I finished reading the book.

But people are so strange, when they want to sleep, they can't sleep. When you don't want to sleep, you can fall asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, but as soon as I let go of my hand, the textbook fell to the ground, and as it landed, my head tilted to the side.

This night, nothing happened, there was no old man in Tsing Yi, no tall and short young man, and no gambling, I slept very peacefully.

When I got up in the morning, I looked at myself in the mirror full of energy, I couldn't help but laugh at myself, Mr. Zhao was right, what age is it now, everything is scientific, why am I still so superstitious, a few words from a few middle-aged women, I was shaken, and I was still a medical student.

This big mansion is not a murderous mansion, it is the same as other ordinary houses, but because a few people have died before, it will be falsely rumored that it is a murderous mansion.

Thinking like this, my heart was gone, and I got dressed radiantly, and I went downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I felt something was wrong, and I couldn't think of anything wrong.

Looking at the time, I still had plenty of time, so I turned around and walked upstairs again.

What made me feel wrong was the moment I went downstairs, so on the stairs, there must be something strange, I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but if I look closely this time, I should be able to see the difference.

The staircase is made of mahogany, very strong, look at the building of the building, as well as the layout inside, it should belong to the Republic of China period, when the person who built this big mansion must have been a rich and powerful man.

I thought wildly, and as I walked upstairs, my eyes looked down the stairs, step by step, but I didn't notice anything unusual until I got up to the second floor.

Standing on the second floor, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly, what was wrong with me, I was so timid, I just had a nightmare the night before, and I made myself a frightened bird, suspicious of everything.

Admonishing myself to be bolder, I walked downstairs, and unintentionally, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see a few paintings on the wall on the right, and my steps stopped at once.

I wasn't suspicious, I just felt something was wrong, because I saw those paintings when I went downstairs.

When I first moved in, Aunt Liu took me upstairs and downstairs, I looked very carefully, I clearly remembered that the wall of the stairs was blank, how could there be a few more murals now?

With this question in mind, I turned my head and my eyes fell on the frescoes, and when I saw the first fresco, I stumbled and hurriedly reached out to hold on to the handrail of the staircase, so that I did not fall from it.

There were three people on the mural, and I knew all three of them, namely the old man in Tsing Yi, the tall young man, and the short man.

The three people I played mahjong with them the night before were now clearly engraved on the wall, with realistic expressions and exact appearances.

The old man in Tsing Yi was lying on the ground, looking at his demeanor, as if he was frightened by something, covering his chest with his hands, his face showed a look of pain, and next to him, there was a cane.

And not far from him, it was the tall young man, the tall young man lay on the ground, he seemed to have fallen from a height, there was a large pool of blood under him, and one of his eyeballs also popped out of his eye socket, coincidentally, it landed in front of the old man in Tsing Yi, staring at the old man in Tsing Yi so empty and bloody.

From this, it can be judged that the tall man committed suicide by jumping off the building, and his body fell in front of the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi was on crutches, he should have come out for a walk, he suddenly saw this scene, he couldn't stand such a big stimulation, his heart attack recurred, and then he collapsed.

As for the short young man who was left, I saw it too, and he was in the living room, with a hemp rope around his neck and his body stiff.

The three people who played mahjong with me the night before yesterday were real, not in my mind, they all died, and they all died unnaturally, and their resentment must be great, thinking that others would die like them.

But the night before yesterday, I lost the last deck of cards, why didn't they take my life, but walked away in fear?

Sitting down the stairs, I remembered the faint fragrance I smelled in my nose, and the silvery chuckle that reached my ears.