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My name is Li Delong, I am a supernatural enthusiast, I slept late yesterday, but in the morning the phone rang inappropriately, disturbing my dreams. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Sun Bing's phone that had disappeared for a long time.

"You kid still know how to look for me. I thought you were hanging in that corner. ”

"Don't talk about it, come to me, there are definitely some things that interest you." Name a nearby city.

"You're not kidding, do you, you want me to take the train?"

"It's up to you whether you come or not, anyway, I asked Xu Ling to help you ask for leave, and I also asked her to buy the train ticket for you, and it is estimated that she will go to your house soon, remember to come quickly, I will wait for you." The phone was busy. I was about to curse when the doorbell rang. After cleaning it up, it was really Xu Ling.

She brought her train ticket.

"Are you going with me?" I asked, wiping my face with a towel.

Xu Ling shook her head, "I don't have time, I'm rushing to the column, and Sun Bing said, I'd better not come." After that, he went to the company. I looked at her back suspiciously, and I didn't know what medicine was sold in Sun Bing's gourd.

Since the train tickets have been delivered, it is naturally not good not to go. Luckily, it's not a long drive, but it takes five or six hours. Feel free to get ready, take your notebook, and I'm on my way.

Lunch on the train was expensive and unpalatable. As soon as I got off the train, I saw that familiar figure.

Sun Bing just beckoned me to come quickly, and seemed to be in a hurry. We had a face-to-face.

The city is a newly developed county-level city, and the transportation is not very developed. The most immediate impression to me is that the air here is very oppressive, and there is a very pessimistic color on everyone's face.

"What the hell is going on?" In the car, I couldn't help but ask him. Sun Bing thought about it and told me anyway.

Last night, the police found the body of the man. The man is already on the list of missing persons. It's been a month and I haven't been able to find it. But last night he was found in an old house. The house has been uninhabited for a long time, and the owner of the house has not yet been identified, but the most interesting thing is the cause of the man's death. He was starved to death, or died of thirst. The house is also very dry and the temperature is high. Later in life, he will be mummified.

"It's very simple, he may have been kidnapped there, and the kidnappers may have taken revenge or been imprisoned there for some reason." I don't think that's anything out of the ordinary.

"There were no footprints of anyone at the scene, and all the fingerprints were only him. All concentrated on faucets, windows, door handles. But the doors and windows were not locked. The water supply here has not yet completed the independent water meter of each household, so when you go in, there is water inside. He also has money on him. I can't figure out why he died in the house in such a way. Sun Bing said as he took out a few photos.

The first one is from the scene, the body is not ugly, the deceased is wearing black armor and gray straight-leg trousers. He was half-lying on the ground, and his face could not be seen clearly. However, the hands and other parts resemble air-dried bacon. The second is a close-up of the deceased's face, apparently in great pain, his skin a dark red color due to excessive dehydration, and his skin is as dry as burnt firewood.

The next few photos are of the house, which was built in the 80's and is a two-story building. There was also a small courtyard at the door, surrounded by a few fences. The house was made of red bricks, and the red bricks looked like they had just sucked blood, and they were so beautiful that I couldn't look at them.

It wasn't until the last one that I saw something next to the window on the second floor, which looked like a human figure.

"Have you seen this?" I gave the photo to Sun Bing. Sun Bing nodded and said that he also cared about this one.

Our destination is actually in a huge factory, which has been very profitable for more than 20 years, and it is supposed to be making fertilizer. But with the reforms, the place was depressed, and the scene of thousands of people going to work was gone, and this kind of factory was generally like a city, where the workers and their families were in it, including some shops, entertainment places, in short, they could almost not leave the factory, and complete their life trajectory. There are many trees planted on the factory road, but no one takes care of them, and the weeds on the roadside have grown to almost a person's height. Almost all of them were dormitories or bungalows they had built themselves, but after driving for so long, I could hardly see a few people, except for the occasional old man who was like a sculpture in the doorway, with an equally lifeless dog lying next to him.

If I had to find a word to describe this place, I think desolation would be better. The driver is the second generation here, and his father spent most of his life here. He said that most of the people went out, some of them were good, some were bad, and he didn't want to go out, but he didn't want to wait for death, so he got a car, and he could still make a living.

After driving for more than half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination. The house is much newer than it looks in the pictures. I don't understand why it's uninhabited all year round.

"That's it." Sun Bing and I got out of the car and pointed to the house. The driver looked at us and said strangely, "You're looking for someone here?" ”

"No, ah, sort it off." Sun Bing looked at the house and replied to the driver.

"This house has not been lived in for many years, and a few days ago it was found that a person was dead, so you should be careful." After saying that, he reversed and left. Looking at the cars that have broken away, I always feel that this place makes me feel bad. The weather is not too bad, but it has been used as a fertilizer processing place for a long time, and it has been very polluted, even if the factory has not produced for several years, there is always a pungent smell here, and the sky is always gray. The crazy trees next to it have lost their original purpose of beautifying the environment, and they are very hideous.

The front of the house has been fenced off by the police. But I didn't see the police guarding it. Sun Bing saw my doubts and told me that it was his friend who was in charge of the case, and because it was more tricky and weird, he naturally called him, and Sun Bing took the rest of the police away in the name of obstructing the work. Most of the evidence in the room was also collected. So we can go in and investigate. Maybe Sun Bing and I didn't think at the time how long we would stay in this house.

Pushing open the wooden fence door, we walked into the courtyard in front of the old house, which was so different from other staff housing, that I suddenly became curious about the owner of this house.

Sun Bing said that the police had made a preliminary investigation and learned that the house was the house of a retired engineer in Changli. The engineer returned from his studies in the United States in the 50s, and later worked in the factory after the Cultural Revolution to research new fertilizers. After retirement, he used to live here with his wife and son. Later, the old professor died of illness here, and his wife followed, and their son sealed the house and disappeared.

There was no musty smell in the house, and yes, judging from the photos, the man's body did not decompose badly, and the house remained dry for a long time in this weather, thanks to the housekeeper.

Looking from the door, there is a dark corridor, and the light in the room can only shine two or three meters away at most, even during the day, and the darkness at night can be imagined. The corridor was about one and a half wide, I walked in front, and Sun Bing followed behind. On both sides are scraped porcelain cement walls, which are unusually smooth to the touch. I fumbled for the wall as I walked inside.

About halfway through, the left turn in front was a room that I just wanted to go into. I felt something strange in my right hand, very cold, and it was a special stiffness. It occurred to me that the frozen meat I touched in the supermarket a few days ago was like this.

He turned around in shock, but it happened to hit Sun Bing's forehead behind him. The two of them squatted down and touched their heads at the same time.

"What are you doing, turn around suddenly." Sun Bing complained.

I had to tell him that I had just felt something strange. Sun Bing rubbed his head with the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "It seems that it is indeed a wise choice to bring you here." ”

"How?" I asked curiously.

"This case is obviously very strange. Don't you pay attention to the fact that when you watch the police solve a suspicious case, they usually bring a bit of a wolf dog, tools and the like? ”

"......: "Looks like he's using me as a testing tool." I walked into the room on the left. In contrast to the narrow corridor outside, the inside is spacious. And the furniture and the like are kept very intact. Leaning against the corner is an old-fashioned sofa. It's already dirty, though. The whole room is rectangular. Two meters above the wall opposite the sofa hangs an old hanging species, a yellow round bell, which needs to be wound manually. It's long gone, though.

This room is presumably used for entertaining. We didn't find anything particularly noteworthy, so we retreated, and there was another room on the right side of the corridor, and the door was a staircase leading to the second floor, and the layout of this room was basically the same as the previous one, but I saw a chalk figure on the ground, and it seemed that the man had died here.

The whole room was much more depressing than it had just been, and the light was even darker. After entering, there was a glass push window in front of him, and there was a layer of fine ash on the window, on which there were clearly a few disorganized handprints, which seemed to be the deceased, and he was so anxious to push open the window and do something. Call? Run away? Or is it to hide from something? But we don't know, he is dead, and we can only know the truth by investigating a little bit here. After the room went out, there were kitchens and bathrooms on both sides of the end of the corridor, and I washed my hands, and it seemed that the water could really come out.

The second floor was supposed to be a dormitory, and it was even darker, so that almost the fingers that stretched out could not be seen. The stairs were high, all wooden, but sturdy, far from creaking as I would have liked. There are three rooms lined up above, and it seems that each of the engineer's family has one room each. I looked into the middle room, opened the door and walked in. This room is much narrower than the one below, with only a simple single bed and a desk with a lamp. I looked at the drawer at random, and there was a diary inside, and I wondered if the police hadn't taken a closer look, or if they were too careless. Sun Bing seemed to be talking outside, and I put the diary in my notebook bag and walked out.

"It seems that there is really nothing in this house, and my friend is still checking the identity of the man, but it seems that he is not a local. Because they asked, many people said they didn't know him. The autopsy is still ongoing, and there are no clues for the time being. Sun Bing turned off the phone and said.

"According to you, there is something wrong with this house?" I asked, leaning against my desk.

"I don't know, I don't feel anything special." As he spoke, he went to the next room to take a look. I held the journal in my hand, it was thick. The red hard plastic shell has several yangs on it.

"To my favorite Bingbing" I whispered, and suddenly I heard the same "Bingbing", I thought it was an echo, and read it again, but only my own voice. The single bed was covered with a layer of sheets, and the word "reward" was printed on it in red, which had been dimmed, which was probably awarded to the engineer by the factory at that time. I looked at the dark underside of the bed and suddenly wanted to see what was underneath.

I squatted down slowly, who knew that it would be difficult to see clearly when squatting, I had to lie on the ground, use my mobile phone as a light source and slowly poke inside, but there was nothing but a pair of old liberation shoes, I just turned off the mobile phone light and wanted to get up, suddenly I felt someone's breath, and it was the kind of breath that was close at hand, like a cold wind hitting my face, and a smell. I sat on the ground in fright, and called out to Sun Bing.

Sun Bing quickly came over and hurriedly asked me what was wrong.

"The bed, there was something under the bed, I felt the breath, and it hit me right in the face." I couldn't help but tremble all over my body, and I couldn't speak neatly.

Sun Bing looked at me suspiciously, lifted the sheets, and found nothing.

"Nothing, isn't it just a gust of wind, or a dead rat or something. I didn't see anything inside. He stood up and patted his leg.

"Oh, nothing." I also stood up, but thought, nothing? I saw a pair of liberation shoes. Why is there nothing, I looked again, and sure enough, the bed was empty. I'm not sure if I saw the shoes in that situation.

"Let's go down, there doesn't seem to be anything suspicious, let's go to the guest house to rest first, you're tired from coming so far." Sun Bing looked at his watch. "It's almost five o'clock." I nodded and put the journal away.

Just as we were about to go downstairs, I heard the bell ring, one after the other, very hoarse and piercing, like a funeral death knell. Sun Bing and I looked at each other, and immediately went downstairs and ran to the room where the clock was hung.

It's been five strikes, and the bell is still ringing. But when we went in, we found that there was no clock on the wall, not even the mark of the bell that had been hung on it, as if the bell had never been hung on it. We had to go to another room, and sure enough, the clock was hanging here, also more than two meters high. By this time it had already struck twelve, and the bell had stopped.

The clock is clockwork, and no one will go on it, let alone ring. Could it be that someone came in while we were going upstairs and took off the clock's clockwork and hung it in this room? And I noticed that the layout of the room seemed to be slowly changing, and the key to living was that the chalk-drawn corpses on the floor were gone. The whole room was like an illusion, and Sun Bing and I were in a mirage.

Gradually, many things appeared around like ripples on the surface of the water, a piano, a few bookcases. Then a man in his fifties walked in, smiling, wearing a sleeveless high-necked white cardigan, with the appearance of an elder and a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses, very kind. On the piano sat a young man, very delicate, about fifteen or sixteen years old, playing seriously. The man seemed to be discussing something with the child. He spoke very seriously, and stroked the child's head, and the child listened attentively. It looks very cozy. Sun Bing and I were right next to us, bewildered by what we were looking at. I wondered if this man was the professor-engineer?

Then the man went out. The child watched him go out. Suddenly, the child's face became extremely hideous, and it should never be the appearance of a teenager. And what made me even more frightened was that he actually looked at us inadvertently, and his eyes were very dark. I looked around, and there was supposed to be nothing. The illusion quickly faded away. Calm returned all around. Sun Bing and I were like having a nightmare, sweating all over.

"Let's go, there's something wrong with this house. Let's go back and get ready. Come back tomorrow morning, it's too heavy after six o'clock. Sun Bing looked around and urged me to leave.

We walked through the corridor and walked to the door. With the light on my back, I realized that the corridor was made of red wood, and it was long and narrow leading to the gate, like a tongue.

Sun Bing turned the doorknob, then frowned and made it again, he turned his head and said, "The door is actually locked." ”

I had a bad feeling and hurriedly walked to the other rooms, and sure enough, all the exits connecting to the outside of the house could not be opened, including the windows. And the temperature of the room was gradually rising, and I walked to the kitchen and toilet pipes, and found that the water pipes that had been able to produce water recently now could only emit a spiky sound similar to a duck's chirp when opened, and it was circling around the empty room. My depressed faucet was screwed to death, and I couldn't hear it.

"The Compendium of Materia Medica records that 'the genus of Jiaozhi has a mirage', 'it can breathe into the shape of a tower, a city and a city, and the rain will appear, and the name is mirage, also known as the sea market.' He dragged off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and stood in the doorway. While reading.

"What are you reading?" I don't know much about ancient texts.

"There are monsters called mirages, they are so large that they are invisible to ordinary people, and they are said to resemble fish, with two very long tentacles. They often change to attract people into houses when heavy rains come, and then devour them. ”

"You mean the house?" I looked around, could it be that we were in the belly of a monster?

"Yes, but not for sure, because the house has been around for a long time, and the mirage can only transform into nothing. But I'll have to try, or we'll be dead dead in a short time at this temperature. Sun Bing took out two mp3s. One was given to me and told me to bring it. I took it suspiciously, let it go, and listened, it was actually the scriptures.

"If it is a mirage, it should be just an illusion, and inside it is a mantra of great compassion, and the Buddha said, those who recite this dharani will not be subject to fifteen kinds of evil deaths: (1) not to die of hunger and hardship, (2) not to be killed by a flail, (3) not to die for revenge; (4) Not killed by the military formation, (5) Not killed by tigers, wolves and beasts, (6) Not killed by poisonous snakes and scorpions, (7) Not burned by fire and water, (8) Not killed by poison, (9) Not killed by Gu, (10) Not killed by madness, (11) Not killed by falling from mountains and trees. (12) Do not die for the wicked and demons, (13) Do not die for evil gods and evil spirits, (14) Do not die for evil diseases, (15) Do not die for self-inflicted harm. So you can still protect us for a while. ”

Sure enough, although I couldn't understand it after bringing it on, my mood was much better, and I didn't feel as irritable as I was just now.

Sun Bing also brought it, and pressed his left hand on the doorknob, and after biting it with his right hand, he wrote something on the door with blood, in short, I couldn't understand it. Then he pulled back hard, and the door actually opened a small crack where only one person came out.

"Quick." Sun Bing made a gesture to hurry out. I hurriedly ran over, but suddenly I felt a light bag on my back, and it turned out that the diary had fallen out. I subconsciously bent down to pick it up. But I saw a man standing on the stairs on the second floor of the corridor.

I knew him, he was the boy who played the piano in the illusion just now, but it seemed to be a little longer. He was wearing an army green turtleneck jacket that was quite popular in the eighties, his face was pale, and he looked at me with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and I was also stunned, his mouth was moving, as if he was saying something. I couldn't hear it, so I had to take off my headphones.

"Day...... Remember. With that, he pointed to the door in front of him.

"Hurry up, Li Delong, what are you waiting for, I won't be able to support it for long." When I looked back, Sun Bing was holding back his strength to pull the door, and when I turned around, the boy on the stairs was gone. I picked up the diary and couldn't care so much, so I hurriedly rushed out with Sun Bing.

As soon as he came out, the door snapped shut like a pressed spring. We sat in the courtyard gasping for breath.

"Why don't you move, and why did you take off the headphones, didn't I tell you to bring them, I don't know what is in the house, it's very evil." Sun Bing asked me reproachfully, and then stood up. "Let's go, let's go to the guest house for the night. It's really not good, so I called the second uncle to help. It seems that I am alone a little. ”

I also stood up and followed Sun Bing out of the wooden gate of the fence. Before I went out, I looked back again, and the young man seemed to be standing at the window on the second floor, looking at me.

Finally back at the guest house, it's not so much a guest house as an inferior huge box. The waitress in the shabby counter outside, ah, no, should be called Auntie. Lying there lazily knitting sweaters, he didn't lift his eyelids when he saw us coming, and directly reported the house price. I listened to the price and felt familiar, but I didn't expect the guest house to be like a bank, the price is on par with the outside, and the quality pays attention to its own characteristics.

The money was paid after all, and I came to the room with a little dissatisfaction. It was a two-person room, with only two beds and a pair of discarded wires for drying clothes and towels.

The bed was relatively clean. As soon as I lay down, I immediately felt relaxed.

"What did you just see in the house? I think you're weird. Sun Bing asked me while lying on another bed. I told him about what I had seen the boy, but it was strange, and I didn't know why I didn't tell him about the diary. The young man's words made me very curious about the diary, and I didn't even want to tell Sun Bing.

"I always think you're hiding something from me, hey." Sun Bing sighed, put his hands behind his head, and said something strange.