Ji Zimo screamed, startled his mother to run over, but he really saw a hole in the wooden door.

Wooden doors are those of the old ones. It's an old kind of door made of wood, and there are old stripes on it. You can't cut through it with a knife, and the hole is rough and scratched, as if it had been pierced by something very sharp.

"It's Grandma's hand." Ji Zimo's eyes widened and said to his parents.

"This kid is talking nonsense." His father glared at him fiercely, "The marks are obviously scratched by cat's paws." Ji Zimo was afraid of his father, so he had to shut up.

The wooden door was patched up by my father with another unrelated plank, and the new wooden patch was not in harmony with the old wooden door, and it looked strange. After that, his father said that Ji Zimo was not suitable to stay at home and asked him to live outside.

His mother would not agree to leave him alone.

's father couldn't, so he had to take Ji Zimo and his younger sister Ji Shanshan, who was still very young, to leave the old villa and go to the big city to settle down temporarily. Anyway, his antique shop is in the city, which is also a lot more convenient.

Ji Zimo's grandfather is an antique dealer, and that villa is the product left by his grandfather. He never knew a single story about his grandfather from his father, and there was no picture of him in the family portrait.

However, before Ji Zimo and the others left the villa, a year before his grandmother was sick, he secretly went to a place.

That place was the house that my grandmother loved to go to when she was alive, and a big iron lock locked the secret in the door. No one outside the door knew that the walls of that room were covered with pictures of a man.

Ji Zimo also saw his grandmother in one of the men's photos.

That time was an accident, because grandma entered the house and found that she was not wearing glasses, so she turned around to get it, but Xiao Ji Zimo slipped in and saw grandma's secret.

A man is a grandfather, and grandpa is tall and handsome. Ji Zimo felt that he was very much like his grandfather, and he could see a little similarity with himself from his grandfather's eyebrows.

Grandma went and returned, wearing reading glasses, with a strange expression, resentment, sadness, and finally grandma cried. When I cried, my hand caressed my grandfather's photo.

There was only an antique table in the room, and he lay under the table, not daring to come out, just looking at his grandmother not to find him.

But it backfired, and his grandmother found him.

When she saw Ji Zimo, she didn't look like her own grandmother, just like a witch. This is still the witch that Ji Zimo saw from comic books, and it was used to describe the image of his grandmother at that time.

Don't look at grandma's age, her hands are very strong, and she grabbed Ji Zimo, who was lying on the ground and was about to cry, like dragging a puppy. At that time, grandma's eyes were not deep-set, they were bulging, her eyes were very big, and she was so big that she was about to squeeze out of her sockets and yelled at Ji Zimo: "What are you doing here?" Yes! You damn thing. ”

Ji Zimo's father is a very filial son, and he and his wife have never set foot in this room. Even if he heard his son crying in fright, he could only stay outside and shout: "Ji Zimo get out of here." ”

When grandma heard Ji Zimo's father and her son shouting outside, she picked up the poor little Ji Zimo and threw him to the door as if she was throwing a burden.

The mother felt sorry for Ji Zimo, and she didn't dare to show her calf protection emotions in front of her grandmother, so she could only endure to take him to their bedroom all the way before hugging her head and crying.

Ji Zimo always felt that it was because of that time that his grandmother didn't like him anymore and was full of hatred for him. The matter of his grandmother was a shadow that hung over the depths of his soul until he became an adult.

Indulge in memories, ignoring time and environment. Before he knew it, he had followed the lantern through the thick fog to a clearing.

With the help of the night, Ji Zimo saw a lonely house in the clearing. The other windows of the house were all black, except for one window that leaked a faint light.

The woman with the lantern was gone, and what was particularly strange was that the space was clean, no fog, no particularly vague darkness.

Ji Zimo must have been nervous, and couldn't help but walk towards the window with light. He could hear the crisp sound of a certain instrument clashing, and he could faintly hear the sound of gasping for breath, like the heavy gasps of a man and a woman doing something together.

He slowly approached the window, the closer he got to the heart, the inexplicable nervousness, thumping wildly.

Ji Zimo didn't know why he was so nervous, wasn't it just a window. His brain was hypothesizing, the picture of what the people in the window were doing, and the hypothetical picture made him suddenly lose interest in continuing to look.

Ji Zimo suddenly wanted to withdraw. Before he retreated, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made his body stiffen, which he did not expect. What was supposed to be a backward move turned into a quickened pace approaching the window.

Voyeurism is not Ji Zimo's thing, at least since the incident of sneaking into his grandmother's secret room, he has tabooed to look at things so secretly.

But now, he couldn't help but look at the window.

Looking inside through the window, Ji Zimo's eyes were filled with blood, on the ground, on the wall, and on the hooks hung with blood. A skinned corpse, tied in large characters, a shirtless man wearing a mask, gasping for breath, skillfully completing the final process of skinning with a knife.

Ji Zimo's eyes widened and covered his mouth, beware of himself from screaming. Step by step, he stepped back, back, back, trying to quietly leave—and as he was backing up, he accidentally bumped into a raised stone, and he tripped over it and let out a scream.

Ji Zimo could hear a loud movement from the window, the clatter of knives falling on the ground, and then a huge head poked out of the window, with a pair of red eyes on the head......

Ji Zimo never wanted to peek into anyone's secret, and his grandmother's incident was something he inadvertently broke into in ignorance.

He knows that peeping into other people's secrets can turn out to be terrifying.

Ji Zimo woke up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat. There are palpitations in the heart, and the heart, puff puff hits the chest. Sitting up, his consciousness was not fully awake, and he always felt that the terrible man would soon chase after him.

Capable of killing people, he peeked into the secret of men skinning their skins to make lanterns. With a heavy sigh, he looked around in confusion, and heard the noise of laughter and noise under the window of his house, only to realize that this was reality.

Under that window was a large motel and in front of the hotel was the parking lot. When he gets up early, Ji Zimo always likes to lean on that window to see if there is one more car than yesterday, or one less.

The noise comes from the hotel's restaurant, which is home to all types of cars and drivers from all over the city. Today is the day of the taxi drivers' party, and they are the ones who make the noise.

Ji Zimo got up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed out of his soaked clothes. Then stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself in the mirror.

He did resemble his grandfather. This is a young face, but it still looks resolute and cold facial lines, which made many people of the opposite sex obsessed with exploring in college days, but was rejected by indifference, except for Su Qingmei, who was an exception and touched his heart, there was no second person.

Thinking of Su Qingmei again, what does the previous nightmare have to do with her?

Only now did Ji Zimo suddenly think about why that dream was so familiar. It was Shi Lin You who told him about a dream about a human skin lantern, which seemed to be a subconscious fantasy series.

Ji Zimo felt a faint pain in his temples, and reached out to rub it. He lowered his head, rubbed his temples, and suddenly a fierce shout appeared in his ears: "Boy, you can't escape." ”

"Who?" Ji Zimo suddenly raised his head and looked around. The small space, in addition to the white tiles, there is also a blue mirror, and the sound of water droplets under the water tap, that is, his shadow has nothing else.

Ji Zimo felt that he was too tired and needed to rest more, and he had to fight hard tomorrow to repair the corpse that had been burned beyond recognition. Look at the time, three o'clock in the morning. There are still a few hours until dawn, and there are many things you can do without sleeping. For example, take a ride from the train station to the distant countryside and give Ji Shanshan a belated birthday wish.

For example, go to the Stone Forest and continue to listen to him tell about the strange things that have happened recently. You can also find out about Su Qingmei from him, by the way, she is not his Su Qingmei, but she has the same name and lives next door to him.

These and those ideas were finally rejected, and Ji Zimo picked up the book.

The title of the book is; Souls attract.

Flipping through a few pages, whether it is night, is it when everyone needs to rest, and the eyelids are sour and heavy.

The book slipped from Ji Zimo's fingers and fell to the ground, and he suddenly woke up, and he fell asleep without paying attention to reading the book just now. Propping himself up, he leaned halfway to the ground and reached for the book that had fallen to the ground.

The book waited quietly for him to pick it up, but when he was about to grab it, a white hand stretched out from under the bed, grabbed it and dragged it under the bed.

Blinded? Ji Zimo was so frightened that he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and had no sleepiness. A beating heart and swallowing saliva are all natural symptoms of being too nervous.

Ji Zimo's heart, which was trying to beat steadily, coughed dryly, got up from the bed, and grabbed the mushroom lamp placed on the bedside table.

The cable is long enough to be pulled under the bed. This was his preparation for a long time to guard against emergencies, and the light of the lampshade was soft and warm, and he followed the light into the bed.

Poof~ The lights went out without warning, this is a situation that Ji Zimo did not imagine. Before he could think of anything else, he suddenly heard a strange creaking chewing sound from under the bed.

What the hell, eating my books? Ji Zimo was stunned, fortunately his eyesight was good enough, and the scene he saw in the dark night was still so clear. He got up and went to the computer, picked up the small flashlight that he had always thought would not come in handy, patted it, and squatted down and swept it under the bed.

Under the bed was just the book, nothing else.

The book was lying there intact, and Ji Zimo pulled it out with a coat hook. There was dust under the bed, so I tapped the book lightly, then put it next to the computer, lay back on the bed, and stared at the book for a long time.

Ji Zimo wanted to see if the book would run away by himself. Was it a delusion or a dazzle, or a so-called hallucination? After looking at it for a long time, his eyes were uncomfortable, and he closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. Raised his hand and touched his slightly cool face, blinked his eyelids, and still wanted to sleep.

This book was first published in the King of Books