If I hadn't experienced that event, I guess my life would have been the same as that of the older generation, and I would have been a small citizen without much of a wave, but at noon on a Wednesday, something had quietly changed the trajectory of my life.

It was a sunny day, cloudless, the streets were full of traffic, people were running for their lives, and occasionally acquaintances stopped to rest and say something inconsequential, and I was one of them.

I went home early that day, because the community was going to be demolished recently, and everyone was sorting out the big and small things, ready to move into the resettlement house.

The community I live in is an old-fashioned community, renovated several times, I heard that some of the old buildings here were built during the Republic of China, and then repaired, constantly painted new walls, has insisted until now, but some time ago there was a storm, the garage collapsed a lot, the people above came to me to demolish, of course, this time and a half will be demolished is impossible, the old community also lived a lot of people, are born and raised here.

My house is also an old house, I heard my grandfather say that it was handed down from my great-grandfather, the history is very long, he lived for more than seventy years, like to collect old objects, great-grandfather is very good at paper people, that is, to burn the dead for people, and my grandfather also inherited the craft, but to my father's generation, my father advocated the spirit of the new youth, as soon as he became an adult, he worked in the factory, and this craft was lost.

And my family four generations of single transmission, originally my grandfather planned to let me inherit it, although this paper man is not very glorious, but after all, it is also an ancestral industry, the income is also very reliable, but unfortunately at that time I chose my studies, after knowing my decision, my grandfather was completely desperate, and then had a serious illness, a sick can't afford to leave, I am very guilty of my grandfather, I also learned some of the work of the paper man, when I was a child, it was like a toy, but my mother disliked bad luck and did not let me learn.

At this time, I came to the warehouse at the head of the house, the warehouse has not been cleaned for a long time, there is a thick layer of dust accumulated around it, and it is about to move, I plan to see if there is anything worth remembering, otherwise it will be a pity to sell it all as scrap.

My father and mother are both workers working in the same factory and live in the dormitory, and I live alone in this suburban house, and occasionally I go to my parents for a meal or something, but I haven't seen my parents for a month recently, and occasionally my mother will come back to help me clean the house, and as I grow up and find a job, the number of times is less.

I opened a wooden cabinet, the paint on it had all been peeled off, and when I opened it, I saw that it was all books, roughly the books of the old society, but these bookworms were so badly eaten that I couldn't see the original appearance at all, so I moved the box outside.

Because the dust was too big, I brought a mask, but when I cleared the sky here, I found that there was a carpet under my feet, this carpet was already very old, and the plaster on it dyed the carpet into a color, gray, I thought that this carpet may still be usable to wash, but when I uncovered the carpet, I unexpectedly found that under the carpet, it was a bluestone slab, my whole body was shocked, the heart said that this stone slab is square, is it possible that there is a basement below?

Questioning, I pried open the slate with a crowbar, and a foul smell came to my face, and I saw a rusty staircase, but leading directly to the stairs below, so I took a flashlight and went down to see what was going on.

This is a fairly spacious basement, the area is about a bedroom and a half, I found a light switch on the side of the stairs, turned on this old-fashioned wooden switch, I found that in the basement, there is an old-fashioned electric light, although the light is very bright, but it flashes and flashes, I really don't know when it will burst.

The first thing that caught my eye was the banner hanging on the surrounding wall, which was not a spell, but some patterns that I had never seen before, a bit like the smell of ghost paintings, and all of them were yellow cloth and red letters, which should be mixed with dog blood and cinnabar

When I wrote it, it smelled terrible, and there were a few black dog skins next to it, but there were a lot of shelves on the wall, and those shelves were full of some strange items, and some tools I had never seen before.

I dared to walk over, because the air around me was very cold, and the walls were condensed with layers of snow and frost, which made me shiver, and then I saw that in the middle of the two shelves, there was a shrine, which was like a large enclosed water tank, enough to fit a fire man, and there was some yellow paper pasted on the shrine.

The yellow paper still has all kinds of ghost drawings written on it, as if it is the seal that seals the monster in some novels, but this is reality after all, maybe my grandfather made some good wine in it, grandpa is famous for drinking in the community, in my memory, the first thing my grandfather did when he woke up was to drink three or two wines, and then eat.

But as I walked over, I suddenly felt that the air around me was also cold for several points, as if it had dropped to zero degrees all of a sudden, which was very strange, because there were ice cubes in the shrine.

The more I think about it, the more wrong it is, the shrine is a thing that stores corpses in ancient times, and wine is generally made in a wine tank, if the wine is brewed with a shrine, it is mostly in the ancestral worship, for the dead to drink, the living can not drink, it is said that a drink will be ghosted, although I am a young man in the new era, but for such a thing, I would rather believe it or not, my grandfather is also a very particular person, he should not do such a thing that goes against common sense.

But when I looked back, the shrine had been lying in the basement for so many years, and I couldn't open it, and even if there was wine in it, I would have poured it out, what was I afraid of.

So I simply tore the seal open, but when I tore the last seal, I heard a muffled sound, and the lid above the shrine suddenly exploded, and the force was so great that it ejected me far away, and I almost fainted.

I thought it was an explosion of alcohol inside, but when I walked over, I saw an amazing scene, inside, it was a woman who was not wearing an inch, this woman was curled up in the shrine, hugging her knees, her purple-blonde hair was like a waterfall, and her skin was as white as snow, which made people think that this was a family, but when I looked closely, the woman suddenly raised her head, she was looking at me, and a pair of blood-red eyes made me thrilled.

At this time, I woke up to the fact that this basement had not been opened for six years, and this shrine contained this woman, which was definitely not a living person, could it be a ghost?

But my grandfather said before his death that ordinary people can't see ghosts, and I think I'm just an ordinary person, so this woman is not a ghost, and I tried to ask, "Who are you?" Why here? ”

As soon as the words fell, the woman screamed, buried her head in her knees, and looked at me timidly, and I also saw that on the woman's shoulders, there were many criss-crossing scars, and the skin that should have been like clotted fat was added in vain, just like a flaw on the white jade, which made people feel sorry.

She didn't answer when I spoke, so I tried to reach out and try to touch the woman, but the woman had red eyes and was about to cry: "Don't torture me, I didn't hurt humans, don't use me for alchemy, I can do housework, please ......"

I was shocked to hear what the woman said, could it be that she had been treated very cruelly? Or maybe she was deliberately locked up here, but if you look closely, everything around here is covered with dust, and you don't want someone to come over, wait, what kind of alchemy is she talking about?!

I suddenly thought of the story my grandfather told me, monsters can be alchemy, and eating can prolong life, could it be that there are really monsters in this world, but if it is really a monster, this woman should not be so afraid of me, I took out a pack of sandwich biscuits from my pocket, I took it apart and took a piece and stretched it out and said: "My name is Feng Haoran, I won't hurt you......"

The woman looked at me timidly, her mouth was furrowed, she stretched out her hand and put it back, she said, "You are drugged?" ”

I couldn't laugh or cry, I put the biscuit in my mouth and chewed it for a while, then took out a slice and said, "Do you believe it now?" ”

The woman mustered up the courage to take the biscuit from my hand, took a bite, and suddenly smiled, although the smile was fleeting, but I saw it, but I was shocked by the graceful smile, which was innocent, like pure white condensed milk.