Luckily, we reached the end and there was no further staircase to go down.

Otherwise, Ren Zhe would have to go crazy on the spot.

He stopped his steps and looked around.

It's the kind of basement inherent in an old house.

Dull and dark, although only half a story below the ground, it is very different from the ground, and it is impermeable.

In the middle of it, it seems that the wind and rain outside have nothing to do with it at this moment.

There was a faint smell in the air, as if something was slowly rotting.

The iron door of the room facing the staircase opened wide, and further inside was even deeper darkness.

In the middle of the basement, there were two benches on the ground, and on the benches there was a bright red coffin.

The strange pattern on the coffin is like a life-threatening charm.

And in the coffin—he wasn't sure, but he always felt like there was something gasping for breath inside.

In a place like this, there is something that evokes a deep sense of unease.

Ren Zhe shuddered, and involuntarily clenched the wooden crutch in his hand.

In less than an hour, strange things happened one after another, but it was not yet midnight, and the dawn was far away.

If there was anything else in the coffin, he had to leave before disturbing it.

He slowly lowered his tense body and took half a step back, intending to quietly turn back the way he came.

But the moment he turned around, the faint light of the phone swept under the coffin.

He suddenly saw a bunch of things.

When I looked closely, it was Li Yuxiu.

She fell barefoot in the shadow of the coffin, as if she had fainted.

Ren Zheyi gritted his teeth, put the mobile phone in his mouth, grabbed the wooden crutch with his free hands, and walked towards the coffin with a hard head.

"Squeak~", he seemed to hear the sound of the wooden door opening again.

He looked nervously at the top of the coffin, but he didn't move.

He moved on.

Footsteps sounded again out of nowhere.

His heart beat suddenly.

He carefully bypassed the coffin as far as he could, stopping beside Li Yuxiu.

Li Yuxiu was really frightened, her face was still white before fainting at this moment.

"Xiuxiu," he called out to her as he half-crouched on the ground.

She didn't move.

He laid the phone flat, leaned down to place her head in his arms, and pinched one hand in her person.

The air stood still for about ten seconds, without a single sound.

Then the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and she slowly opened them.

Ren Zhe was a little pleased, he looked at her and wanted to say something warm.

Who knew that Li Yuxiu's eyes were halfway open, suddenly widened, glanced at Ren Zhe in horror, tilted his head and fainted.

What's the situation? Ren Zhe was a little confused.

First find a way to get out, he made up his mind.

But I wanted to pull her up, but I couldn't make any effort.

Ren Zhe's mouth was a little dry.

It was clear that he couldn't get her out of here alone.

But when he went out to call someone, he didn't feel at ease about leaving her here alone.

At the time of these two difficulties, a third terrible scream came out of the corridor.

This time.

The cry was closer.

It seemed to be right behind him.

Instinctively, he turned around, and above his head hung a thin chin, and above it was a wrinkled face and a pair of hollow eyes.

Ren Zhe's legs were so weak that he fell to the ground in fright.

The ghost also seemed to be frightened by Ren Zhe.

"Ghost~", the ghost screamed and ran out.

It was an old woman's voice.

I saw the clumsy pace and rickety figure of the "ghost" who wanted to run but couldn't run fast.

Ren Zhe suddenly thought of a person - but, why is it a woman's voice?

was so frightened by that ghost, Ren Zhe was not nervous.

People are afraid of ghosts, but ghosts are not necessarily afraid of people.

Besides, it's not certain whether the one is a human or a ghost.

Ren Zhe glanced at the red coffin and gently put Li Yuxiu on the ground.

Set up a chariot and follow the "ghost" out.

Went up to the first floor - this time it was confirmed to be the first floor.

The door on the left hand side is open.

There was light coming out of the room, flickering on and off.

"Squeak~", this time it was the heavy sound of the iron door, but it still sounded like a haunted wooden door.

The old man I had seen when I had moved here a few days ago was kneeling on the futon in front of the old table with his back on his back, clasping his hands together and muttering something.

The emaciated figure swayed like the heart of the candle swaying in the wind on the coffee table.

"Uncle~", a gust of wind blew outside, Ren Zhe was a little cold, and his voice was a little shivering.

The old man turned around in horror and saw someone standing on the ground, and he was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body.

"You are the uncle, please, don't eat ......me," the old man said with his head buried in his arms like an ostrich, and said in a squeamish manner.

Sure enough, it was the voice of the old woman just now.

"Auntie?! , you're mistaken, I'm your neighbor and just moved in the other day. ”

The old man hesitated, slowly looked up at Ren Zhe, and his eyes began to become complicated.

"I knew there was going to be a moth. You go and wash your face first. The old man sighed......

The next morning, the old man on the first floor.

The rain is still falling.

The woman named Tian Xi'e made a cup of tea for Ren Zhe and Li Yuxiu.

Then she walked up to them, sank into the couch that was older than her, and told them about the origin of the "ghost" outside the window last night......

This building was built in the 80s of the last century and is the family building of the workers of the woolen mill.

The factory is a product of the planned economy, and it is full of vitality in the past few years.

Later, in the wave of opening up, the efficiency of the factory became sluggish, and finally like many large factories in the period, it closed down and was liquidated and auctioned off.

Tian Xi'e was recruited as a teenager and entered the woolen factory as a worker.

But because she didn't look like a woman, she didn't get married until she was almost forty years old.

When she got married, this building was her new house.

Her man, Chen Changxi, is also an employee in the factory, a standard honest person.

His wife died before her, and it was a second marriage.

He doesn't dislike Tian Xi'e as ugly, and Tian Xi'e doesn't dislike him as a widower.

Ten years have passed since the two fell in love with each other.

In the mid-nineties, the factory could no longer pay wages.

Chen Changxi also learned from others to go south to pan for gold.

Others are honest and unsociable, so they still make less and lose more after tossing for a year or two.

Fortunately, he still had a lot of courage, and when he saw that he couldn't mix in the mall, he went north to put away the mountain goods.

By ninety-six years, he had accumulated some capital.

Suddenly, one day, he went to the bank and withdrew all the money, and came back with the money to tell Tian Xi'e that he was going to do a big business.

When he left in the morning, he told her that he would be back that night.

"Turn the lights on and wait for my good news."

That night, she turned on all the lights in the house, hugged her son and waited all night.

But he didn't come back.

Day 2 and Day 3...... Day 7.

There is not a single message.

Tian Xi'e panicked and found the factory.

The factory reported the case again.

The police reconnoitred for more than three months and found his bag containing money and three blackened and rotten severed fingers by the river in the mountains.

The finger was Chen Changxi's, but there was no corpse to be seen.

In this way, he disappeared with his companions, and evaporated from the world.

The people around him said that he was killed, but Tian Xi'e felt that he was alive.

What does three fingers say?

From that day on, every night, she turned on all the lights in the house, waiting for him to suddenly one day, push the door and come in.

As soon as the lights came on, it was on for ten years.

Suddenly, one day, at night, the lights couldn't come on.

It went on for many days.

Tian Xi'e, who usually speaks little, was angry.

In the past ten years, she has been laid off, and when she was laid off, she was already in her fifties, and she ran to clean the toilet and sweep the streets.

She can endure all the suffering, but she can't endure two things.

One is that she only gave birth to the autumn melon egg when she was forty years old, and the son is not motivated.

The other is a power outage at night.

But such things happen again and again, and it seems that she intends to challenge her bottom line.

It turned out that the time passed and the pace of urbanization began to accelerate.

Developers in first-tier cities are staking their money.

Of course, the land in the family courtyard of the woolen mill is also valued.

But in the process of demolition, Tian Xi'e and several elderly people who have lived in this family home for most of their lives did not agree.

Tian Xi'e is going to leave a guiding light for the missing man to go home.

Others have their own reasons.

But just one, no matter how attractive the price offered by the other party, there are only two words: don't move, don't get oil and salt.

Prices are jumping up.

There was no temptation to the old man, but someone was moved.

At that time, Tian Xiu'e's autumn melon egg son was already an adult, and after finishing high school, he was admitted to a technical school, and he entered the society after two years.

Maybe it's because there is no man to discipline him at home, this autumn melon doesn't look like honest parents at all when he grows up, and he has walked in society for a few years and made some fox friends and dog friends, and gradually became full of poisons.

Seeing her son become a bastard, Tian Xiu'e sighed and missed Chen Changxi more and more.

The more they did not agree to relocate.

The developer coerced and lured the saw for a year, but there was no improvement.

A slap on the head struck her son's mind.

For a while, he suddenly became well-behaved.

Not going anywhere.

stayed in front of Tian Xi'e and did his best.

How can a mother not know what her son is thinking.

But if he doesn't say it, she won't say it.

Until one day, the autumn melon egg couldn't be contained, revealing a fierce face, and rolled his eyes to force his mother to go to the transfer.

Of course, Tian Xi'e will not agree to die.

Seeing that the coercion was hopeless, the autumn melon egg became angry and ashamed, and threw down a cruel sentence before leaving: Then I will wait for you to die.

After raising a son for thirty years, he got such a sentence from his son.

Tian Xi'e was also heartbroken.

But what she didn't expect was that it wasn't over.

From the day my son slammed the door, the building was haunted.

He is the son of a woolen mill, and he has heard about the grievances and strange events that happened in the factory since he was a child.

He knows who has an enmity with whom and who is most afraid of what.

It's like fighting a snake with a seven-inch pick.

The melon eggs that were blinded by the money were also sacrificed and killed.

The old man has a bad heart, but he lacks virtue and knocks on people's hearts.

Until one night, an old man on the sixth floor was scared to death by him.

The children noticed the strangeness and reported the crime.

Only then did he realize the seriousness of the problem, and fled to another city with his tail between his legs.

This should have stopped here.

But after this battle, it was the inspiration of the developer.

I can't scold you when you're old, but it's not illegal to be scary.

It's just a moral issue.

In the face of profit, morality is worth a few cents - this is a phrase that I often hear on the lips of young people nowadays.