The ears were suddenly cleared, and when I looked back, the energetic aunt who had apologized just now actually fainted on the ground. I hurriedly walked over to probe her snort, but the strange noise coming from outside the RV dispelled my thoughts and diverted my attention.

At night, the stars dispersed, and a red moon appeared in the sky. My ears twitched slightly, and I finally heard the source of the noise. It's a scratching sound. There was a sound of scratching on the iron sheet of the body, like someone scratching with a sharp object, and like the sound of a fingernail cutting through the glass. It's very heart-wrenching to hear.

I looked out through the glass in a fidget, and the ominous red moon shone brightly around me, and I could clearly see the scene around the car. But the strange thing is that the lights in the car are always absorbed by the air not far away, and they do not spread far.

Where the shrill scratching sound came from the body of the car, there were no animals, not even any figures. I observed for a while, and also ruled out the possibility of thermal expansion and cold contraction of the iron sheet.

The noise grew louder and louder in my sight, so loud that I almost wanted to cover my ears. Ni Niandie's family, who slept well, didn't wake up at all in a coma, how could this be possible? Or was the sound just an illusion that I could hear?

I can't be sure. But the nasty voice is still increasing, and the manpower transfer is increasing, and it is getting stronger. I struggled to catch the change in sound with my discomfort, and it was easy to tell that there were at least two sound sources. They kept probing the body, as if looking for something.

The two sound sources suddenly moved away, suddenly came closer, and finally, came to a halt near the car door. I was stunned with chills all over my body, and finally understood the purpose of the owner of the sound source.

It's the door. What it was looking for was a door that would allow it to enter.

Something grabbed the doorknob, and the thing that grabbed it twisted it violently, trying to open the door. Fortunately, the car was locked from the inside, and the things outside the door failed to open it.

Resisting my fear, I tiptoed to the door and looked down through the glass window. I didn't care about it, and I was so scared that I almost fell.

On the doorknob, two pale, paper-thin hands were gripping the lock. The hands had no torso, and they just floated into the air. There is no need to confirm it, its owner must be 'that thing' in Ni Niandie's mouth.

The thing that my uncle swore that he should have fallen asleep was once again beyond common sense and experience, and he caught up with him with a dead face. As if sensing my gaze, the hands shook slightly, then made a strange gesture and disappeared into the air. I yelled no, jumped into the driver's seat and quickly inserted the key and ignited the engine.

Fortunately, the quality of this imported motorhome is good, and after a few hours of rest, the overheating phenomenon has disappeared. The engine made a pleasant roar and moved as I pressed the throttle.

At this moment, where the paper-like hands disappeared, under the light of the red moon, puffs of black smoke swept over. The RV passed by it at a distance of a few centimeters, and luckily escaped again.

The black smoke did not chase and stayed quietly in place. The dusty RV and the vibration in the car finally woke up Ni Niandie's family. With such a poor alert family, I wonder how they managed to hide from that thing for eight years! Based on my own opinion and what I have seen and heard in the last few days, it is really an eighth wonder that they survived, which is more miraculous than the seven wonders of the world.

"What's wrong?" Uncle came over and asked.

"Big deal." I drove the car to slow down slightly and balance the car forward. Spit out these two words succinctly and clearly.

"It can't be that thing again, right?" Ni Niandie shrunk her neck, and her eyes suddenly made contact with her mother who fell not far away: "Oops, mother is sleepwalking again." ”

"Hasn't she been like this once or twice?" My heart moved, and I asked.

"Hmm. Mother would often sleepwalk while everyone was asleep. ”

"When everyone is asleep?" I chewed on this sentence silently, and said, "You never knew what she did when she was sleepwalking?" ”

Ni Niandie shook her head suspiciously: "I said that when everyone is asleep, my mother will sleepwalk." As long as one person is awake, he will only see his mother fall to the ground. So my dad and I didn't know what my mother was doing when she was sleepwalking. ”

"She's apologizing." I squinted: "Do you know what kind of knots she has in her heart, she actually minded that she would apologize even for sleepwalking." ”

The uncle and daughter looked at each other and shook their heads slowly.

Ni Niandie pressed her finger against her chin: "You also know that our family was very happy before that thing appeared." I don't have to worry about eating or drinking, and I'm very happy. In addition to shopping, my mother also plays cards, and she is very good to me. There shouldn't be any knots! ”

"That's right." I scratched my head in doubt. If this is the case, how can we explain my aunt's strange behavior? What a tangling question.

The uncle carried the aunt back to the bed, and when she came to her senses, she returned to her original puppet face. Silent and silent, without any expressions or movements. I don't know if she has any memories of what she just remembered.

Time began to pass quietly again in our daily rush, and the thing seemed to be really tired for the past few days, and did not reappear. My nervousness and mood calmed down a lot.

Unknowingly, it has been ten days since I embarked on a journey with Ni Niandie's family. I gradually got used to the way I got along with them, and I seemed to be happy. My daughter, who is 21 years old and often looks like a 13-year-old with a 13-year-old mentality and expression, often pesters me and asks me to tell her many bizarre stories. I changed the name of my story to the main character and told it.

She listened to it with relish, and then suddenly smiled strangely: "The story you are talking about can't be your own life, right?" ”

"Hah, how is that possible." I didn't even admit it.

"Well, that's right. How can one person encounter so many horrible things. My family has encountered one, and I have already made a mess and plan to die at any time. "Girls like to cling to me with their soft bodies.

She looked out the window and suddenly asked, "Tell me the truth, who is your girlfriend of the two girls who text you every day?" ”

"Nobody." I replied. This is a question that she asks a few times a day when I'm slacking off, and she's really tireless.

"Cut, the ghost believes. It's not that your girlfriend cares about you that much! Ni Niandie pouted: "Tell me that there will be no less meat." ”

I smiled wryly and didn't answer, my feelings have never been clear. Which brings me how to answer.

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