Looking down on the map, I glanced at the screen and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The place where the red dot flashed was a kilometer away from the national highway, and this location was the place where the Zhou group camped.

Not far ahead, is the camp!

I scratched my head with a wry smile and circled myself for more than half an hour, only to walk around and then return to the original point. That's not a good thing! Reluctantly re-entering the camp, I went back to my tent and had a simple lunch, but I didn't know when it was disconnected, and I simply turned off my mobile phone in order to save power.

Take a little more rest and get ready to continue walking towards the national highway. This time there is GPS positioning, and you shouldn't get lost again.

At this moment, a strange sound was heard from a nearby location.

My whole body stiffened, and I rushed out of the tent after reacting, my face a little gloomy. This voice is not unfamiliar, I heard it on the first day of class, just after three o'clock in the morning.

It was from Granny Zhou's room, the sound of toilet flushing!

Looking at Container 13 without blinking, I hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to enter that strange place. Ever since my thighs were hugged by Granny Zhou's pillow man's wife, I had a fear of it.

To go in, or to leave?

Could it be that in that room, Granny Zhou is still there?

Would you like to go in and have a look? You might even find out!

When I thought about it, I was shocked to see that this was actually a great opportunity. For some reason, all the people in the camp disappeared, and I was able to do whatever I wanted, rummaging through anyone's tent and looking for anything. This is very good for your own purposes.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the container, and the people inside seemed to be wearing flat leather shoes, walking from left to right and from right to left. I kept wandering like this for a while, and then the sound died down, and I was completely silent.

The fog around me seemed more and more eerie, and the cold touch and damp breath lingered around me, almost making me breathless.

Fighting, even if you leave, I don't know if I can go to the national highway. God knows if there is danger in such a mysterious place, although he is still safe and sound, but there are too many unknown things after all, and the longer I stay, the more uncertain I am in my heart. It's better to go in first to find clues, if the ancestral box of the Zhou Group is really a certain bone of Old Man Chen, maybe the current abnormality is caused by it.

As long as you find it, you may be able to get out of this inexplicable and terrifying place.

I gritted my teeth, reached out and slowly touched the doorknob. A bone-chilling chill traveled from the metal doorknob to the palm of the hand and then to the bone. My whole body was shaking. No matter how scary times I've had, I'm still scared in the current atmosphere.

Twist the handle, and the door opens. The gap increased as I pushed harder, and little by little, the scene of the room came into my pupils.

In the small living room, there was no one.

Container 13 was still the same as before, dark, with a dim energy-saving lamp flashing a dim glow overhead. On the table of the Eight Immortals opposite, there were two lunch boxes, and there were some leftovers in them. That's the breakfast I handed in this morning.

Speaking of which, Granny Zhou didn't seem surprised at all by my sudden reluctance to enter her room, nor did she have any other intense emotions, just smiled at me kindly. Then I kindly put the finished lunch box at the door and put it away when I was free.

There is a rocking chair next to the table of the Eight Immortals, which is Granny Zhou's favorite place to put the pillow 'wife'. It is said that her wife always liked to sit and read the newspaper before her death.

If there is a single sound in the room, I am afraid that the only thing left is this rocking chair. It shook and squeaked as soon as I walked in. The sound came into my cochlea and sent chills down my spine.

A few dozen seconds ago, someone must have been sitting on the side. So now, where did the rocking chair man go?

I held the rocking chair to the back, and the creaking chair finally stopped rocking back and forth, and the nasty sound stopped.

"Is there anyone in there?" I shouted in a small voice, "Granny Zhou, are you there?" ”

No one answered me, and the room still smelled silent, like the corpse of a monster. And myself, inside this dead body!

I was frustrated by my imagination.

The small living room is clear at a glance, and there is no room to hide people. I walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open. There was no one inside, and the squatting toilet was dirty and yellow, with a foul smell. It seems that no one has seriously cleaned it for a long time. Granny Zhou looks clean, but she didn't expect her hygiene habits to be so bad!

The pumping device is at the end of the squatting toilet, because the water has just been released, and the water is still slowly stored in the storage tank. A layer of dirty water forms a vortex at the sewage outlet of the squatting toilet, which swirls little by little and drains out of the urinal.

It seems that half a minute ago, someone had used the toilet. It's still that doubt, where did the people inside?

In the end, there is no place to check, only the bedroom remains.

I'm choked with the horrors of what happened today, and my nerves are tense like taut strings that will break at any moment. After taking a few deep breaths, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom door.

The door was hidden, and before I could push it, an inexplicable gust of wind blew. And the door was opened. I reflexively took a few steps back, made a gesture of self-defense with my hands, and looked in with my eyes full of wariness.

The interior of the bedroom is very small, only enough for a small bed of about 1.3 meters. The bedding was all lifted to the floor, and the old-fashioned sheets embroidered with a large peony were empty and there was nothing. I couldn't see anyone, and the light that poured in from the small living room was just enough to dimly illuminate the scene of the room.

Is there really no one? What about the pumping sound and the rocking chair I just heard? That's also an illusion?

No way, how can there be so many hallucinations.

I covered my forehead in deep thought, and suddenly I noticed something.

It's the humanity that Granny Zhou put together with six pillows, the 'wife' she keeps talking about. The thing lay quietly on the bed, its head resting on the pillow. Its snow-white body was facing the dark red embroidered peony under its body, revealing more and more iron red, red like dry bloodstains.

I was so shocked that my head went blank for a few seconds. When did this thing appear in bed? I can clearly remember a few seconds ago that there is nothing in the bed!

This! How can it be!

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