I jerked my back back, but I didn't see anything, the room was still in the dark.

The dim light outside the window came in through the grappling reflection of frosted glass, and at the end of the line of sight was the ajar toilet door, where there was only a flush toilet, and the rest of the place was unusual.

Maybe it's the voice that Obasang made.

I smiled wryly, got up, turned on the light, and poured myself a glass of water.

In fact, I am quite satisfied with the accommodation conditions here, after all, many remote rural places in Japan, the general second-hand homestay or hot spring inn or something, most of the rooms do not have toilets, and the accommodation people only have a toilet on the first floor, I didn't expect that there is actually here, and the price is surprisingly cheap, hey, I really made my own money!

I continued to think about it, and suddenly, a memory crossed my mind, and I was stunned.

Wrong! I hadn't been to the bathroom since I entered the room, and I remembered clearly before going to bed that the bathroom door was definitely closed, but now it was ajar.

Who the hell opened it?

Definitely not me!

I'm not a nocturia person, and even if I went to the toilet unconsciously, I forgot about myself and wouldn't leave the door ajar!

Besides, I'm not a sleepwalker, and I don't have the conditions to sleepwalk.

After all, I've been tossing and turning on the tatami all the time, tossing and turning, and I haven't been in a light sleep for a second, but then a question arises, since I didn't open it, and no one else has come in, who opened the bathroom door?

Could it be that my memory is confused, maybe the toilet door has been ajar all along......

I rubbed my temples with my hands, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly again, I have been so anxious lately, and my spirit is as tight as the strings, so I must have become suspicious.

After closing the door, drinking the water from the cup in one gulp, and stretching again, I climbed onto the quilt and continued to try to discuss the two serious problems of sleeping or not sleeping.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard another faint sound in my ears.

It was a muffled grinding sound, soft, yet harsh, and the source seemed to be in the direction of the restroom.

I sat up in exasperation, and was about to protest against the immoral Obasan's indiscriminate noise and harassment of the sleepless guest, but before I could scream, my voice stopped dumb.

My pupils dilated, and my eyes were fixed in the direction of the bathroom.

Door! The toilet door is open again!

And it was half-open, as it had been last time, and it seemed to be in exactly the same position, and a chill crept up the back of my head.

An inexplicable sense of fear swept through my brain, and I could almost feel my hair stand on end.

Who opened the door?

I can be sure this time, it's definitely not me.

After several deep breaths to stabilize my beating heart, I calmly turned on the light and cautiously examined the room.

This room is a square space of more than ten tsubos, and all corners can be seen at a glance.

The door was locked, the room was simply furnished, there was no furniture to hide not even a child, and I was sure that no one had been in or out during this time.

That is, no one has a chance to open the door of the toilet.

So who opened it?

Could it be that there are ghosts?

I shuddered.

Shaking his head, he immediately overturned his conclusion, it's so irrational, in this world, how can there be so many ghosts and gods that I can touch?

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it, and I suddenly laughed.

That nasty stinky old woman, I almost fell for her.

I have read many documents that record that in a certain era of Japanese architecture, whether it is a noble mansion or a small private house, there are some simple mechanisms in the house to escape.

Until now, when some people build a house, they will still ask the designer to keep or add certain mechanisms to satisfy their boring and shameless curiosity...... Or peeking at someone else's privacy.

Hmph, I'm afraid this inconspicuous dilapidated old house is also a house room, no wonder that dead old woman would count me so cheap! It's no wonder that I care so much about her nasty smile, it turns out that she is premeditated to make me poor!

"Hey, stinky old woman, I've seen through your tricks, you can explain it to me!" I cried out in annoyance, but no one answered me for a long time.

Cut! What the hell is that guy trying to do?

I walked straight to the room where the lights were still on.

Pull the door hard, but there is no one in the house, the window is wide open, and the wind chimes on the window edge are blown by the wind.

Something heavy seemed to be hanging from the tree not far from the window.

It was shaped like a human, and it swayed and swirled in the wind.

I swallowed, grabbed my flashlight, and rolled out the window towards the tree.

As I got closer and closer to the humanoid object, my hand trembled slightly, and I shone the light of the flashlight, and I could finally see clearly, the thing hanging from the tree was indeed a person!

A man of thin and short stature, with a rope hanging from the part of his neck, should have looked like he was dead.

At this moment, the man slowly turned out of the front.

I was stunned!

That's a familiar face!

Her face was covered with wrinkles written down by the years, and it was evident that she was in pain when she died, unable to breathe, her shriveled mouth was open, and her tongue was sticking out, hanging limply on her lips, pale from ischemia.

No matter how distorted her face was from pain, I still recognized her.

The corpse in front of me is the owner of this homestay, the annoying stinky old woman!

I only felt weakness all over my body, and I sat down on the ground.

What the hell is going on?

Five hours ago, the old woman was still talking to me about the legend of the fox marrying a girl, but I didn't expect that now she would become a lifeless corpse!

Who killed her?

Is it suicide? Should I call the police?

Disorganized thoughts, began to sweep through the brain frantically, and forced down the sense of fear, I decided to call the police first, and the future will depend on how the police deal with it!

Alas, it's been an eventful time lately!

Originally, I was annoyed enough, but I didn't expect that before I could find the slightest clue that could solve the old problem, the new trouble would catch up with me so quickly.

Am I really guilty of Tai Sui this year?

Suddenly, I heard a faint noise in the grass not far away.

"Who?"

I jerked around to look, and saw a dark figure pause, then run.

"Get out of here!"

I yelled, and recklessly ran after the dark shadow into the woods.

Man is always an incomprehensible and unpredictable animal, after all, whether it is emotional or rational, in a given situation, even the most rational person will take the stupidest action, such as eating and drinking when he is in a bad mood and then going on a shopping spree, or irrational consumption during a period of financial constraints.

If I follow my normal thinking mode, I will never catch up at that moment, after all, the person who runs away in that situation, even if he is not the murderer, will not be too far away from the identity of the murderer.

It is very irrational to chase it, and in serious cases, it can even be fatal.

But I chased after it, and, thankfully, I did......

But I didn't know that a nightmare that I would never forget was lurking not far away.

Like a giant hand around my neck, it tied a hemp rope tightly around my neck, and then slowly pulled me over......