[Li Delong's role side story]

"Why, you have too much heart." I disguised.

"Sleep, I'm going to get something to eat later, I'm so tired." As he spoke, he fell asleep, snoring like thunder. I smiled wryly and closed my eyes as well.

"It's so warm to sleep with you, and it's so comfortable to sleep with you." I was dazed and heard something like whispering in my ear, and it seemed like something was under my armpit. When I opened my eyes, I found myself still in bed. I never knew what I was dreaming when I woke up.

I don't know how long I slept, but it was already dark outside. When I woke up, I felt very tired, as if I had just finished a strenuous workout, and I sat on the bed with my neck pressed. Seeing Sun Bing asleep, he took out his diary and looked at it. In order to avoid turning on the lights to wake Sun Bing, I went to the aisle.

The lights in the hallway were dim, but I could barely see clearly. I tried to open the journal, but it felt like it was soldered and wouldn't open at all. Isn't the hard-earned stuff useless?

The corridor is very quiet, and it seems that there are only two guests here, Sun Bing and me. I put away my diary for the time being, looked at my watch, and it was time to wake him up for dinner. As soon as I entered the door, Sun Bing had already woken up and looked at my bed in a daze.

"What are you looking at?"

Sun Bing didn't speak, just pointed to my bed, there was a layer of bedding under the bed, although I had been up for so long, the shape of my sleep was still there. But I found that there was a humanoid sleep mark on the side of my sleep mark, which was sideways and relatively short, which should be the mark of a teenager or a woman.

I remembered the words I heard when I was half asleep, "It's so warm to sleep with you." His feet went limp, and he sat down at the head of the bed.

"Did you take something in that house?" Sun Bing looked at the sleep mark and stared at me and asked. I knew I couldn't hide it, so I handed him the journal. Sun Bing looked at it in surprise, but he couldn't open it.

"You bring his stuff out, and he'll naturally follow you." Sun Bing put away the diary and comforted me: "It's nothing, put the diary here, you're hungry, let's go eat something first." With that, he dragged me out of the room.

The guest house didn't serve food, so we had to walk around the neighborhood to see what restaurants and food stalls were. After walking for a long time, they finally saw a noodle shop, and the two of them didn't think about it, it was important to fill their stomachs.

The noodles are hard to eat, but not to the point where they are hard to swallow. We quickly finished our noodles and then talked about the diary.

"Why can't you open it?" I asked Sun Bing, who had just lit a cigarette and took a sharp puff, thoughtfully.

"I don't know, the boy you said you saw at the top of the stairs last time, and the illusion we saw last time, I think that boy is probably the professor's son."

"Didn't the professor's son go after his parents died, and he should have been at least twenty or thirty years old by then, but the one we saw was only fifteen or sixteen years old." I argued.

"Hmph, how did you see that he only had one son?" He smiled, "We saw three bedrooms, which can be said to be a family of three, and it is normal for two sons to have one room." ”

I nodded, and it was.

"Let's go find the engineer's son first, he is the only one left who can know about the house back then." Sun Bing stood up and wiped his mouth.

"Look at the joke, where to find him now?" I paid my boss, but he was adamant that he wouldn't take the big bills, so I had to rummage through them and give him the change I had.

"I'll take you to meet someone, and he should be able to find out." Sun Bing patted me on the shoulder mysteriously.

Half an hour later, we came to an ordinary house. I'm wondering what he's bringing me here for. Sun Bing dragged me upstairs.

Maybe I haven't climbed the stairs for a long time, but I'm a little out of breath after climbing the sixth floor. Sun Bing shook his head and said, "I'm too lacking in exercise." I thought to myself, how to sit at my computer 12 hours a day, 24 hours a day.

"Sun Bing." The door opened, and came a tall, fat man, with a pair of very delicate and small glasses on his huge face, which made me think very funny. The fat man looked at me strangely, and then nudged me with his thick lips. Sun Bing immediately introduced: "This is a friend of mine from a newspaper company, named Li Delong" and then poked the fat man's bottomless stomach with his finger. "He is my college classmate, his name is Ye Fei." I was happy when I heard it, and he could still fly like this.

The fat man seemed to notice my impoliteness, and led us in dissatisfaction. When I went in, I found that it was very open, and the reason why it was open was because there was no furniture in it, only a computer desk.

He casually brought a few stools, didn't think about tea, and gave out a piece of chewing gum. When I looked at it, it looked like it was about to expire.

"I have something to do with you, I know that you are capable, and I hope you can help us check a person's information." Sun Bing asked the fat man while chewing gum, and he could see that he was chewing hard.

"You're going to come to me if you're okay? I haven't come to see me since I graduated, and I said buddy. Forget it, who are you going to check? The fat man stared at the screen and didn't reply.

"You should know that there was a murder in a nearby house, and the case is very strange, so the police wanted me to investigate, and we are now interested in the previous owner of that house. Hope to help us check. Sun Bing patted the fat man flatteringly to show intimacy.

I saw the fat man crackling on the keyboard and thought to myself what you could look up. Sun Bing praised while hugging the fat man.

"Back then, Feiyang was the most powerful computer master in medical school. He didn't go to the junior year, and then he checked the firewall for others full-time, and he was very strong. I told him to go to the resident's file management system and look up the details of the engineer's family. ”

I don't know how long it took, I watched the fat man busy in front of the computer in a monotonous manner, and suddenly he shouted: "It's okay, you can see for yourself, I'll go eat something." As he spoke, he grabbed a bucket of instant noodles on the ground and went to find boiling water. Sun Bing and I leaned over to take a look.

The engineer's surname is Peng, his name is Peng Hu, and he has just graduated from college when he returns, majoring in chemical application. His wife, the daughter of his father's former friend back home. The two came here after they got married. It is said that the house was given to them by his father-in-law, and that a factory was built here. They had a son named Peng Yang. Twenty years ago, after the death of his parents, he went to Hangzhou, and the specific situation is unknown. The house was sealed by Peng Yang, and he has never been back here.

Sun Bing and I saw this very strangely, it seems that Peng Hu and his wife do have only one son. So who is the boy we see in the vision? It seems that if everything is to be figured out, I will have to go to Hangzhou to lie down, but I don't have that much time. I'm going to report back tomorrow afternoon. Sun Bing discussed with me, he went to Hangzhou to find Peng Yang to ask for clarification, and I went back for the time being to wait for his news. I agreed.

After saying goodbye to Ye Fei, I suddenly remembered my diary. The diary was given to Sun Bing, will it still come to me? I asked Sun Bing, and he said he didn't know. To avoid trouble, though. Sun Bing took out two shadow crystals for me and told me to bring them, and the other one for Xu Ling, she was too low, so it was good to protect herself by bringing them.

I asked him strangely, didn't he say a long time ago that this was very precious, and there were only two of them. Sun Bing smiled awkwardly: "I also thought it was very precious, when the monk gave me two, I went to visit him recently, and he suddenly took out a dozen from the box." ”

"...... "I looked at the shadow crystal, and I wondered if it would be useful.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon, three days at most. It only takes ten hours to go to Hangzhou Express here, ask Peng Yang and I will inform you immediately. ”

"Good!" A few hours later, I had already taken the train back, looking at the back of Sun Bing on the platform, a trace of uneasiness crossed in my heart, I always had a hunch, I hoped that this time I was too worried.

I hate taking trains. I was very annoyed by the crowding of people in the carriage and the lack of air circulation. A child was sitting next to me happily playing a charade, filling in the words or phrases according to the prompts until the grid was filled. I was extremely bored, so I asked my child for one and filled it out randomly.

The first vertical line is a famous campus singer in China, who has sung songs such as "You at the Same Table", I smiled, isn't it an old wolf.

……

I sat down step by step, and soon the first one came out. I connect the rampage,

"The things in the old house can only be opened when you go to the old house."

Old house stuff! Diary? I was startled, the word sheet fell to the ground, and the child curiously picked it up and put it in front of me. "Uncle, it's gone, it's gone." I took it and rubbed my eyes, and the lines were gone.

Did he mean that the diary had to go to the old house to open it? I looked out the window at the train moving at high speed in the night. I really don't know what to do anymore. I did want to open the diary, but the last time I went with Sun Bing, I almost died inside. Won't I die if I go alone?

Sun Bing is now estimated to have also gotten on the train to Hangzhou. I'd better wait for him to come back. I wanted to fall asleep again, and I don't know how long later, I felt a feeling of defecation, presumably because I drank too much soup while eating noodles.

Most of the people in the carriage were already asleep. I cautiously walked through the aisle. Walked into the toilet. There is a window in the toilet, and you can still see outside by the moonlight.

I should be walking along the outskirts now, and I can still see some farmland. Suddenly, I heard what seemed to be someone knocking on the toilet door. I opened the door and saw that it was empty.

"Bang bang." The voice came again, and this time I heard it clearly, in the back.

Turning his head, an almost rotten arm outside the glass on the back was constantly banging on the window, and then his face slowly stretched out, and sure enough, it was still the young man he saw in the room, but his appearance was even more terrifying. The thin and towering cheekbones hold up the eyes with dark circles, and the eyeballs seem to fall out at any moment. He kept banging on the glass outside the door, and his pale lips muttered something again. My feet softened involuntarily, but luckily I had a hand holding on to the doorknob so that I wouldn't fall down in the toilet.

"Is there anyone in there, have you been on it for so long?" I came to my senses, and quickly opened the door, and a young man of two years old outside the door looked at me with strange eyes, staggering out of my unsteady steps.

"It's funny to collapse when you go to the toilet." He laughed quietly from behind, and I couldn't argue with him, because I knew that if I had been him, I would have fainted.

Finally I got back to my seat. I want to go to my bag and get a bottle of water to drink to relieve my nervousness. As a result, my hand reached into my bag and touched something that I was hard to help. I know what it is. But I don't want to take it out to verify the truth of my idea. People are always like this, when something inevitable comes, they will always naively choose to escape.

I inked for a long time, and finally I took it out, it was a diary, yes, it was indeed a diary, the diary I brought out of the old house and handed it to Sun Bing to take away. But now it's in my hands. The red diary writer seemed to be telling me that I couldn't escape, and that the old house was waiting for me.

I wanted to burn it with my diary, but something drove me. I decided to go back, get off at the next stop, and go back to the old house to unravel the truth.

Suddenly, the conductor's voice sounded in the train: "Dear passengers and friends, I'm really sorry, because we have to drive back to XX City for railway maintenance ahead, please understand." As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion in the carriage, and the scolding of the mother was combined. It was just me sitting still, I don't know if it was a coincidence or if it was intentional.

I went back to where I was, followed the cursing crowd out of the ticket gate, hailed a car and went straight to the old house.

It was close to twelve o'clock. It was not easy to get a car. The driver rolled the window down and looked me up and down with a round head.

"Where are you going?"

I told him that it was an old house in the factory area. He immediately shook his head: "Don't go, that place is very gloomy during the day, and even more evil at night." ”

"Twice the price." I reached into my purse and estimated how much I had left.

"No, no." But he was still looking at me from behind the window, his eyes the size of a green bean looking at the hand in my purse.

"Five-fold." I gave a slap in the face. He was obviously tempted, but he was still melancholy, and he probably wanted to do more.

"Quadruple!" He didn't expect me to reduce the price, and as soon as he wanted to open his mouth, I immediately said, "Three times." ”

Obviously he was upset, but I held out two more fingers: "Don't forget it, it's a big deal, I'll go." ”

"Okay!" The driver finally couldn't help it. I got into the car, clutching the bag containing the diary in my hand. The car drove faster at night. The scenery on both sides is indeed more unbearable than during the day, and even when there is moonlight, the dense trees block it out for the most part. The residual light that spilled through the cracks made the place even more gloomy.

I can barely tell it's an old house in front of me. The car stopped at the door, and the driver took the money without saying a word, and immediately drove away as if fleeing. I was standing outside the door alone. Looking at the room, this is the second time I've been in today. There was no sound at all next to me, and I subconsciously walked very lightly. The door was easily pushed open, and then slowly closed again. It was so dark that I felt like I had been thrown into an inkwell. I reached into my pocket and wanted to take out my phone to temporarily use it as lighting, but I touched the shadow crystal given by Sun Bing.

"Let's take it with you, it's good to have some psychological comfort." I muttered to myself, took the Shadow Crystal on my wrist, and took out my phone to illuminate it. The light source of the mobile phone can only shine less than two meters at most. I was still groping my way down the hallway of the house. The steps were small because I really didn't have the courage and the nature to take them forward. But even if it was slow, it soon reached the door of the first room.

"When." The bell struck once, followed by several more in succession. I was almost scared to death by the sound of the bell and my phone fell to the ground. When I picked it up, it turned out to be twelve o'clock. This time there was no mistake, and the bell rang twelve.

After the twelfth stroke. Zhong Meng emitted a strong white light. The air ripples like water as in the daytime, and then the layout of the room begins to change, and the sofa and coffee table slowly emerge like the beach after the tide has receded. I stood there and watched as closely as I did in a movie.

It's the same boy again, but he looks a little taller, this time he is wearing a summer dress, a grass-green basketball vest, blue sports shorts, and sweat. The middle-aged man also appeared, but seemed to be much older than last time. He held a pipe in his left hand and a newspaper in his hand, and looked at the boy helplessly. The boy seemed to walk in with disdain, picked up the fruit on the coffee table and ate it.

Then there was a violent argument between the two, and then the middle-aged man slapped the boy in the face, and then a middle-aged woman walked in, I guess it was the engineer's wife. She stroked the boy's face in distress, and then quarreled with the engineer again. The boy stepped aside and watched them arguing with a mocking look. The look was terrifying, cold and cruel. I stood and watched, and the boy suddenly looked away and looked at me. I was shocked, and then the illusion disappeared again. As if it never happened. I went back to the dark and empty room again.

My hands were covered with sweat, and the boy's glance actually frightened me. I suddenly remembered the diary, yes, didn't I say that it could be opened in the old house? Quickly turn it out and put it on the ground. Then he held the phone in his left hand and turned the first page with his right hand trembling.

Sure enough, the diary could be opened.

In the blank space of the homepage, there is a line of very vigorous and powerful pen words, "I wish Bingbing a happy fourteenth birthday, father." "I vaguely remember that the engineer's son is called Peng Yang, and it seems that Bingbing is his name. Then came the main topic of the diary, the handwriting was changed, although neat, but not yet childish.

"November 10 is fine

I'm so happy, my dad gave me a birthday present, I will use this diary to record what happens every day, today my dad went to work, and my mom was at home to help me review my homework. ”

I was a little disappointed that the first few pages of the diary were nothing more than ordinary household content. I looked at it boringly. Until a page caught my attention.

"Light snow on December 6th

It's so cold, no matter how I put on clothes, I always feel cold, and I sleep at night, and I always have to hold something to sleep, and a part of my body is detached from myself, as if something is always missing, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, so strange. Although I practiced the piano today, my father always said that I didn't play well, maybe it had something to do with my mood. Seeing this, my scalp tingled again, and I seemed to hear the sentence in my ears again: "It's so warm to sleep with you." "The room was starting to get cold, so I rubbed my hands together and continued looking.

"December 10 is cloudy

It's really strange, Ah Liang said that they saw me in the factory furnace room this afternoon, and they didn't agree to call me, but I practiced at home all day, and I just slept in the afternoon, and my mother was also at home. They didn't believe me when I explained it, and they said I was lying, which I really didn't understand.

January 7 was fine

Are there really ghosts in the world? I was so scared, when I played the piano in my room in the morning, I felt as if someone was peeking out of the window, and I only saw myself when I walked over. After repeating it a few times, I didn't dare to practice anymore, so I had to run to the room and cover my head under the quilt.

It was cloudy on January 8

My mom finally bought my favorite pachinko, so happy, I spent the afternoon with my mom, and I went to practice until my dad came back.

January 15 was fine

Dad gave me a pair of liberation shoes, really good-looking, and warm, now I don't feel as cold as before, but I still feel empty, I heard people say, there is a part of the soul floating outside is like this, you must find the floating out, the talent is solid, is this really the case? "The diary is gone after this, and he wrote a few more at the end"? ”

Fourteen years old is the age of curiosity and fear of the unknown. Looking at his narrative, it seems that something really got caught up with him. But what exactly. And the diary is all that is recorded and gone, and the back is all blank. Sun Bing is rushing to Hangzhou, maybe he sees the owner of the diary, Peng Yang, everything is conclusive.

After reading the diary, can I leave? I touched the door, and sure enough, it was locked again as it had been in the morning. The same goes for windows. I let out a long sigh. What the hell does that boy want me to do?

There was a sound on the second floor, and I held my breath and listened. It turned out to be a sound similar to that of a marble falling. And one after the other. Take a look on the second floor and maybe find something else.

Step by step up the stairs. The doors of the three rooms on the second floor are all open. Listening to the voice, I judged that it should be the room where I got the diary. Standing in the doorway, sure enough, the voice was clearer. I gently twisted the door open. It's still the same bed and desk, nothing special. The sound of marbles also disappeared. I guess it's the rumors. But as I was about to exit the door, I saw what seemed to be flickering in the corner.

It's marbles, one, two, three, and the marbles don't know where they fell out. One by one, the marbles of the glass shone in an eerie and strange light under the bleak moonlight that was faintly visible outside the window. They fell to the floor, bounced again, and rolled away like living beings. I carefully avoided them, and looked slowly through the moonlight, and it turned out that they had fallen out from a high place in front of me. I looked up in the direction the marbles had fallen.

on the roof, on the roof of the room on the second floor. It can't be distinguished by moonlight anymore. I had to turn on my phone's lighting again. I saw what seemed to be a hole in the black beams, and the bullets were falling out of the hole one by one.

In order to avoid overheating of the roof, there is a partition on the beams of this kind of house, and the roof that seems to have no gaps can actually put a lot of sundries, and this is also the case when my family was a child. It occurred to me that there was something up there. I looked around again, and sure enough, there was an entrance above the bed. It's about a person's width, just enough for people to get in and out.

But how do I get up, even if I step on the table, I can barely reach my hands, and the hole is not wide, so I can't get in. The marbles weren't dropping, and I gave up on going up and checking them out. Took the door and went to another room.

The first room on the left is slightly more spacious than the one. But inside is just simple furniture and some scattered papers, probably the police are looking through them at random. I picked them up one by one, some of them were blank sheets of paper, some were chemical equations that I couldn't understand. And nothing special. This should be Engineer Wang's. I exited and entered the third room. There was a bookcase in it, but there were no more books, could it be his wife's? But why divide it into two rooms? Maybe engineers like to have a separate workspace. There's nothing left on the second floor to look at. I had to go downstairs alone. I was a little scared at first, but it seems that I've gotten used to it after staying for a long time. The bell rang again. I'm tired of hearing it, but I vaguely wonder why the illusion appears every time the bell rings.