Eventually, I was struck down by the feeling of suffocation and collapsed to the ground.

It wasn't until someone put me in the emergency room again that I came to my senses.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to ask the doctor: Are the people in the crashed elevator still alive?

In fact, I knew very well in my heart that it was impossible for anyone to come out alive in that situation.

But there is still a hint of luck in my heart.

In the end, the doctor told me that although the floor where the elevator fell was not very high, the result was extremely tragic, and all six people in the elevator were spared, and all of them fell into flesh.

There was a bang in my head.

In fact, there were no people I knew among those people, and I didn't feel anything about their deaths.

But the scene that happened before was so terrible that it left a lot of shadows on my heart.

That's the real reason I'm scared!

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly moved, as if I realized that something was wrong.

But this kind of wrongness is just a thread, like a thread, fleeting. At the moment, I can't grasp it a little.

What was wrong with what I just realized?

The confusion didn't last long, and in the next moment, I suddenly realized what was wrong with my thoughts.

It's the number of people!

The doctor said that six people had died in the elevator.

But I had to be in the elevator at that time, there were obviously nine people, in addition to me and the woman I knocked out, there should be seven more people, right, how could there be one less.

I went to the doctor to confirm that it wasn't until the doctor almost sent me to the psychiatric department that I was sure that there were only six people who died in the elevator.

It's obviously seven people, but now there's one less, who will it be?

Thinking of this, the first thought that popped into my mind was that white-faced woman.

It's her!

The first one she showed up on the bus, which was blown to pieces and all the people on it died.

She reappears in the elevator, which crashes and everyone is smashed into pulp.

That white-faced woman was so weird, she wasn't human.

At this moment, I think of her, and I think she is more like a mourning soul.

Wherever she goes, people die.

What's especially terrifying is that I've seen her twice in a row.

At this thought, I can't help but wonder why I was the only one who discovered her abnormality, and didn't those who took the bus, those who took the elevator, find this woman weird.

Why was it only me who found her?

I shuddered at the thought of this, and suddenly realized that the problem might not be with the white-faced woman, but with me.

Twice there were accidents, and two times I was the only one who survived.

I can't help but wonder if there will be a third time!

I was so frightened by this thought that I couldn't stay in this place anymore, so I left the hospital in a panic.

Because I didn't take care of my ears this time, when I got home, that beeping sound would still appear in my ears from time to time.

And it tends to get more and more intense, and it seems to me that those sounds are now not just in my ears, but more like ringing in my head.

I was distraught by the beeping sound, and the two things that had happened before, so I spent the whole day in fear.

When I got up the next day to wash, I suddenly noticed that my eye sockets were sunken in the mirror, my eyelids were blue, and I felt as if I had lost my appearance overnight.

I was startled by the way I was described in the mirror, thinking that I might have been frightened by yesterday's events, and that's why I became the way I am now.

In fact, I feel that after these two incidents, I was really scared.

Especially after experiencing the elevator crash, that feeling of fear made me panic for a while yesterday.

But it was temporary, and it wasn't until last night that I felt like I was pretty much back in good spirits.

But I didn't expect that in one night, I would become like this.

This situation was really unexpected by me.

I wondered if I should see a psychiatrist, or something would have to go wrong.

I was thinking about it, when I suddenly felt a tingling in my ears for a while.

This happened to my ears twice before, and both times people died.

I almost always developed an instinctive fear of this sting.

So when it happened again, I couldn't help but shake my whole body, and then I made an escape pose.

As a result, this time, nothing happened.

When I found myself on alert, I couldn't help but be stunned.

It was all my knee-jerk reaction, the fear of the stinging in my ears, which I had been buried deep in, and now I didn't realize it.

But this time, I suddenly noticed it.

The reason why I am afraid of that stinging sensation is not because once it appears, something bad will happen, and people will die.

Now, it hurts again, will anything terrible happen?

When I think about this, I feel like cold sweat is starting to break out on my back.

I can't help but think that this ear of mine is more depressed than a night owl now, and as long as it moves, it will definitely be fine.

As soon as this thought came to me, I couldn't help but feel as if I had grasped the crux of the matter.

In a matter of seconds, I felt an idea slip through my head.

It was so fast that I almost couldn't catch it.

What is the idea?

After a moment of confusion, I suddenly grasped the crux of the matter.

But when I thought about it, I couldn't help but shudder, and even I was startled.

The point I grabbed was the old woman I met when I was sweeping the grave the day before yesterday.

Exactly, it was the old woman who said it.

She said that I was blinded by the ashes of the ghosts, and if I didn't wash them with fragrant ash water, I would be prone to accidents.

At the time, I dismissed this as nonsense, but I didn't expect that in just one day, something really happened.

And both times it was the kind of extremely horrible, life-and-death thing.

When I think about this, I already sweat in my head.

I thought to myself, I wouldn't really be in such a big trouble because I stole an apple.

I would have scoffed at that. But now, I'm kind of convinced.

So I began to wonder if I should go back to that place and look like an old woman.

Maybe the old woman really knew something.

Originally, I didn't believe much in this kind of ghostly and godly set. But after these two days, I can't believe it anymore.

Thinking of this, I began to consider whether to take another day off and go to the place where I had visited the grave the day before yesterday to find the old woman.

I remember she seemed to say that she was walking around this place when she was fine.

At this thought, I can't help but wonder a little, is that old woman a normal person? Would a normal person take a walk in that kind of place!

For a short time, one thought after another popped up in my head, and finally my head was big.

At that moment, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

I was wandering at the moment, and the voice came so suddenly that I was really startled.

When I came back to my senses and went to look at the door, I saw two men in police uniforms standing in the doorway.

It's the police!

I couldn't help but be stunned, I didn't know what trouble I was in.

But then I thought about it, and I kind of understood.

The two things that happened yesterday were so sensational, and I was there when they happened.

And I survived both times, and if the police can't find me, that's really abnormal.

But I didn't do anything wrong, so I was more calm, so I asked the two policemen: Is it because of yesterday's incident?

The younger policeman was visibly stunned after hearing my words. Obviously, my words were not expected by him.

Seeing his expression, I was also a little blindsided, so I asked them: Why are you looking for me?

The older policeman quickly reacted and told me, "We are here for the day before yesterday."

After a short period of confusion, I remembered that I had gone to sweep the grave the day before yesterday, and I thought to myself, could it be that I set the fire too big that day, so the police came to the door?

Before I could finish my thoughts, I heard the policeman continue: Do you know this person?

As he spoke, he took out a picture and put it in front of me.

I subconsciously glanced at the person in the photo.

At this glance, when I saw the face of the person in the photo, I almost didn't jump.

The photo shows an old face wrinkled like walnut skin.

But the first time I saw that face, I recognized it as the old woman, the old woman I met the day before yesterday when I was sweeping the grave.

I was still trying to find it, but I didn't expect her to come to the door.

It's just that the police found it for her.

I calmed down a little surprised, nodded, and replied: I don't know, but I saw it once the day before yesterday when I was sweeping the grave, what's wrong.

The policeman put away the photo and replied lightly: She's dead! After hearing this, I felt my head explode with a buzz. Almost at the same time, my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

I can't tell if the tremor was due to fear.

When I heard that the old woman was dead, I almost fainted.

This fact is so weird that when my ear hurt just now, I was still wondering if there would be any natural and man-made disasters.

Nothing turned out to happen.