Thursday, July 27, 2017 - 7:14:44 PM

After Wu Meng entered the room, three days had passed.

Zheng Koumao didn't know what he was doing, he didn't see anyone every day, but when he was eating, he came to the living room to get something, and then returned to the room.

Fang Wuwei was pacing anxiously in the living room, thinking that Wu Meng would come out of the room soon, but he didn't. Every time Fang Wu Wei took the food and knocked on the door to call Wu Meng, he would only hear Wu Meng's mechanical answer and ask him to put the food outside the door.

When Fang Wuwei shook around, and when he came back, there was only an empty plate left, and he never saw Wu Meng again.

"No, I've got to go check it out!" After walking back and forth in the living room for a long time, Fang Wuwei finally came to a conclusion.

Fang Wuwei deliberately hid outside the door when he was going to wait for Wu Meng to get something, and then when Wu Meng came out to get food, he rushed in to take a look. After all, Wu Meng stayed in the room like this, and it was not a way.

Although Wu Meng and Fang Wuwei have not been together for a long time, as the owner of this house, they still have to take care of the residents. What's more, Wu Meng is just a girl, a girl has been in the room for so long, she still has to care about it after all.

Fang Wu did what he said, picked up the meal prepared for the evening, held it in his hand, and slowly walked to the room where Wu Meng was staying-203.

As usual, Fang Wuwei knocked on the door, and Wu Meng's voice came from the room:

"Just help me put the food outside, thank you."

This voice was as if it had been recorded, every time Fang Wuwei knocked on the door, he would only hear exactly the same words, and even his tone had never changed.

Fang Wu responded by putting the food outside the door and walking away quickly.

It's just that this time is different from the past, when Fang Wuwei walked to the staircase, he was light again, like a cat walking, and hid by the door of Wu Meng's room.

The waiting time will not be long, Wu Meng's door "squeaked" and made a soft sound, and slowly opened a gap, and a strange light flashed out of the gap, as if Wu Meng was doing a strange scientific experiment inside.

Fang Wuwei hid by the door, waiting for the door to open a little bigger, the muscles in his whole body tensed, and he was ready to rush in.

It was at this moment that an arm slowly stretched out from the door, ready to take away the meal that had been placed outside the door.

Fang Wuwei, who was hiding by the door, only felt that he had seen a scene that he would never forget in his life, fear swept through his body, even his blood was frozen by this fear, his heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and the feeling of suffocation spread from the depths of his heart.

The muscles that were originally tense couldn't help but tremble, making Fang Wuwei almost sit on the ground, and he could only lean against the wall tightly to support himself.

The bony hand was white, an old white, like the wicked old witch in the movie, and her hands were full of wrinkles. It is like the arm of an old man of seventy or eighty years old, revealing the breath of death, and there are cracks one by one on the sharp nails, giving people an eerie touch.

Fang Wuwei didn't move, just trembling against the wall, he looked at the arm stretched out from the door in disbelief, and slowly took the meal he had prepared for Wu Meng, his brain went blank.

Then, the crack of the open door also slowly closed, and with the flickering light, it was put away together. In the corridor, as if nothing had happened, it was calm again.

Fang Wuwei leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down, and his butt hit the ground. He didn't understand what it was, as if it was a horror movie he had watched recently, and it was terrifying. He didn't understand why there was such a horrible thing in his home.

Fang Wuwei sat paralyzed by Wu Meng's door, time ticked by, and Fang Wuwei suddenly remembered what happened to Wu Meng. From the first time I saw her, all the way to the last time. Could it be that the hand that looks like a wind candle is Wu Meng's?

Fang Wuwei took a deep breath, and the slightly dull air filled his lungs. Then he slowly moved to the door of Wu Meng's room, leaned his back against the door, looked at the incandescent light in the corridor that glowed yellow, and gently knocked on the door that seemed to be made of metal with the back of his hand.

The knock on the door echoed in the quiet hallway, again and again.

After a long time, there was a collision sound in Wu Meng's door, and then it was quiet again.

Fang Wuwei leaned against the door, felt a slight vibration behind the door, was slightly stunned, and then stopped knocking on the door and sighed slowly. There was an unspeakable depression, and a hint of bad premonition, which emerged from the depths of his heart.

Fang Wuwei said slowly, his tone was full of tenderness and sorrow.

Wu Meng...... Are you facing behind the door? ”

In the dimly lit room, a strange machine sits in the center of the room, constantly flickering with strange lights. The light flickered and shone in the room, on the face of the old man leaning against the door.

The old man covered her mouth with her hands like dry wood, and her long dry white hair covered her wrinkled face. The eyes that peeked out of the gap in her hair, deep in their sockets, dimmed, revealed the imprint of time on her. She curled up in a ball and sat on the edge of the door, her body shaking slightly, as if resisting uncontrolled muscles, lonely and miserable.

There was nothing coming from the door except for a faint sound.

Fang Wuwei leaned his back against the door, and the dim light in the corridor shone on his face, and then said slowly.

Wu Meng...... I know you're behind the door......"

Fang Wuwei paused, lowered his head and looked at the floor, the floor at this moment seemed to be reflected in a dim yellow color, and then continued:

"I ...... I just saw ......"

The old man in the room suddenly trembled, and a layer of mist appeared in his gloomy eyes. His dry hands covered his mouth tightly, as if trying to keep himself from making any noise.

Feeling the slight vibration coming from the door, Fang Wuwei's eyes showed a faint sadness, he didn't know how to express it, just looked at the floor silently, and said slowly sentence by sentence:

"Wu Meng, I'm a doctor...... You can trust me...... So...... Can you tell me what's wrong? ”

Fang Wuwei knows very well that he is just an unemployed psychology graduate, not a psychiatrist. But what he knows better is that behind this door, there is a girl who is different from ordinary people, waiting for someone to approach her.

Although this woman should say that she is the person of the future, although this girl will grow up inexplicably, deep down in her heart, she is still a girl, a cute girl who claims to be a genius.

In the room, the tears in the old man's eyes finally slid uncontrollably over her wrinkled cheeks, slid over the back of her dry hand, and landed on the white coat, leaving a faint trace.

She choked up and said slowly:

"Number one...... I'm going to die...... I'm so scared...... I really...... I'm really scared ......."