When I arrived at the old street two months ago, it was already eight o'clock, there were a lot of people in the old street, the row of food stalls on the side of the road was very noisy, and the sound of people talking and laughing reached my ears, and I suddenly felt much better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Smelling the aroma, my stomach growled with hunger.

I hadn't eaten for a day, so I found a random one, ordered two bowls of ramen, and ate them.

While eating, the voice next to me caught my attention, it was two women dressed very brightly, they first chatted about how the current work is not good, I can't eat, I don't care. However, they didn't know how to talk about Luo Yan Hotel, and my heart moved, and I slowed down.

"Have you heard, Xiaohong from the barber shop opposite us committed suicide, it seems that because she was pregnant, she didn't know who the man was, she was talked about all day long, and then she hanged herself at home, one corpse and two lives."

"It's so pitiful, I heard that the cleaning aunt of the Luo Yan Hotel behind this street committed suicide while cleaning the room, and she died miserably, and scared the front desk crazy, and I stayed there overnight."

"Committed suicide while cleaning your room? Can it still scare people crazy? The voice was clearly unbelieving.

"I haven't seen her, it's said that she has no children, and she's alone, and she can't think about it one day, and she will ......," the other woman paused, "If you don't believe me, go to the inn and ask yourself." There weren't many people all day, and I didn't know how they drove it. ”

I frowned when I heard it, I didn't expect the death of the cleaning aunt to be so serious, and it scared the front desk brother crazy, but what they said may not be all true, I have to go and see it myself.

Standing outside a health care store opposite Luo Yan Hotel, most of the surrounding stores are closed, there are few pedestrians, and this store is the closest. I was a little embarrassed and asked the owner, "Hello big brother! Why aren't the shops open here? Is business not doing well lately? ”

The shopkeeper was looking at the small TV on the counter, glanced at me, and pointed to the other side, his voice was very loud with a Sichuan accent: "Isn't it the hotel opposite!" The cleaning staff committed suicide, and everyone was afraid of getting bad luck! They're afraid of me, but they're not afraid, now that there are so many people committing suicide, don't they still do business? ”

I smiled at him, gave him a thumbs up, and walked across the road.

The neon sign of this hostel is broken, and only the Yan Hotel is lit up. I looked at the signboard, and suddenly I felt like I was being watched, and I hurriedly looked to the right, and there was no one, and that feeling disappeared. Probably the big brother from the health care store, I feel funny, there have been so many things that have happened lately, and I am a little suspicious.

There was a middle-aged woman sitting at the front desk inside, looking at the computer boredly, and when she saw me coming, she asked in a rough voice, "Staying in the hotel?" ”

I nodded, "I'm going to live at number 207!" ”

Her expression changed and she looked at me strangely, "That room can't be lived, it's been sealed by our boss." ”

My heart tightened and I asked, "Why don't you let you stay in the room when you run a hostel?" ”

She looked at me like a fool, "I heard what you just said on the other side. Don't let you stay there, or you'll go somewhere else. ”

"Where's your boss? I'm looking for her, is it Luo Yan? I said angrily.

She said impatiently while playing with the computer: "I haven't seen her for a month, how do I know where she is, you can't live there?" ”

I was very depressed, and I was unwilling to go back like this, anyway, it was getting late, so let's stay here.

"Stay! I'm going to live next door to it at 209! ”

I went upstairs with my room card, and the narrow corridor on the second floor was still lit by the three lights, and the lights between 207 and 209 were not repaired, which made me upset by flashing.

When I passed by 207, a cool breeze blew from the soles of my feet, and the clicking sound in my head became louder, and I got goosebumps.

Calm down! I patted my head and opened the door to 209 next door.

It's the same inside as two months ago, I tentatively pressed the toilet, and I couldn't help but scold, uncle, they haven't repaired it until now.

I took out a pair of disposable needles and two bottles of sedatives, put them on the bedside table, and planned to go downstairs to find the aunt at the front desk to theorize. When I went out to pass 207, another cool breeze poured into the soles of my feet and blew on my trouser legs.

Hey! The wind is blowing from within! Could it be that there is someone inside?!

I was taken aback and knocked on the door, "Hey! Is there anyone in there? ”

There was silence all around, and there was a faint sound of wind inside.

Didn't you say that it had been sealed? What's going on?

I stood there for a moment, and the sound was like the wind blowing the curtains!

Turning back to 209, I opened the curtains and opened the window, but something blocked it a little way through the window.

I tried, and the open space barely allowed my head to poke out, and outside the window was a thick stone slab that connected the windowsill on this level, and I looked over to 207, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

I tried so hard to pull the window, I tried so many times that it still couldn't open, what was blocking it? I looked carefully from the outside, and there was a small nail in the frame on the lower edge of the window.

I guess I'm afraid the tenant will open the window and jump out, I thought to myself.

I pinched the nail and twisted it a few times, pulled it out, and this time it didn't stop, and I pulled the window aside, and I saw enough to get out.

He stretched out his head and held the window frame with one hand, ready to stretch his feet, and suddenly felt that this was a bit reckless, in case someone saw it, he must not be caught as a thief. Opposite was a residential building, with only seven or eight windows lit, but two old men sitting below were playing chess.

I have the lights on in the house, so it's too easy to be spotted by climbing directly through the window!

I went back to the room and locked the door, and was about to turn off the light, when I saw that the phone was still on the table, I took it, thought about it, and sent a WeChat message to Ye Qingyu: "Doctor Ye, I'm going to 207." ”

After waiting for a while, and no reply, I put my phone in my pocket in frustration and turned off the room light.

Carefully climbing out of the window, the slate was sturdy, I slowly moved to the outside of the window of 207 and glanced at the old man playing chess below. It's good that you didn't see me.

The windows of 207 were opened, the curtains were blown by the wind, could someone have climbed in before me?

In the dim light, I felt the little nail on the window frame was still there, perhaps before the room was sealed.

I opened the window, jumped in, and pulled out my phone's lighting in the dark.

Seeing the scene in the room, although I knew that suicide had happened here, it was still a little creepy.

The blood stains on the floor and walls were not wiped off, leaving black spots one by one, and I was so frightened that I guess the cleaners didn't dare to stay in this room longer.

Walking around the room, except for those dark spots, this room is no different from 209, I don't know why the man and woman and the cleaning aunt committed suicide.

I looked around again and noticed that something was wrong with the windowsill, and it didn't seem to be a black spot left by dried blood, but half a pale black shoe print!

Someone has come in! I was shocked, could it be that I came to steal the thing that Brother Dashan said on the paper?

If you look closely, this shoe print is the front half, and the direction is inward, which shows that this person has entered the house. I thought again, no, there is only this half of the shoe print, why is there no outward one?

The windowsill was very high, I tried, and I had to step on the windowsill to climb out, because he could only get out of one window, and he couldn't jump over it with both legs, so how did this man get out?

Or did he open the door and go out? But who can open the door and climb the window? I ruled it out instantly.

It seems that something has happened in this room in the last two months that I don't know about.

It was a bit windy at night, I closed the window and sat on the bed with some ambivalence.

This room looks like nothing, but inexplicably I don't want to stay here any longer. But I'm a little unwilling to go like this.

By the way, what am I here for? That thing!

If that thing were so valuable, it would have been hidden in a very secret place. I checked and the room was full of ordinary daily necessities and there was no place to hide anything.

I remembered that I had seen on TV that extremely precious treasures were usually hidden in the walls or floors, and that thing was indeed very likely to be hidden in such a place.

I tapped my hand against the wall, and I pulled down the curtain, and the pole used to hang it was just right out of my reach.

It felt like a long time had passed, and I knocked everywhere, not even under the bed, and I didn't hear the hollow sound, but it made me tired enough.

I was panting, sweating on my head, and my wrist that had been holding my phone was sore. I switched to my other hand and took my phone and glanced at the time.

At 8:43, I rubbed my eyes again, looked again, and it was still 8:43. No, I looked at the time when I crawled over from 209 just now, 8:40, why did it only pass three minutes?

Broken phone? I turn on the time function, huh? Why doesn't time run out?

I pressed and pressed, nothing happened, I was so angry that I threw it on the bed, what a fucking shitty phone!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and I suddenly felt a chill from sweating all over my body. Ha, this wind is blowing in time!

Wrong! I reacted, I obviously closed the window, where is the wind coming in? I turned around and saw goosebumps in the wind.

The window had a small opening, about the size of what I had seen when I came in, and the wind was blowing into the room.

It wasn't closed just now, but it was quite windy today, so I comforted myself and walked over slowly to close the window. Standing in the middle of the room, I continued to think about where that thing was placed.

I've searched all the hidden places, and I can't find a single hair on the so-called "thing". Could it have been stolen? I thought to myself, seeing that the footprint was very light in color and a little blurry, maybe this person had taken it many days ago.

But why did Cheng Jie and Lao Xu ask me for the address of this room? Will the person who instructed them not know that the contents have been taken? Or is there some secret in this room?

I was guessing, shining my phone in the room, and suddenly, I heard a ticking sound.

At first I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but as I listened, I realized that the frequencies of the two voices were different, and this sound was a little faster than the clicking sound in my head, and the pitch was also a little different.

I listened to the source of the sound in the bathroom, walked over and took a picture with my phone, it was the faucet on the sink where I washed my hands dripping.

Is there still water in this room now? I was taken aback and tried to turn on the faucet.

"Poof!" I gently broke the faucet, and the strong stream of water sprayed directly into my face and down my neck, and my shirt was also wet, and I almost sat on the floor.

I scrambled to turn off the main switch under the sink and ran out of the bathroom. Taking off my shirt, I looked at my phone, but fortunately the screen was wet and not washed into it by the water.

I wiped the water off my upper body with a sheet and the water off my phone, and when the light hit my fingers, I noticed a touch of red on it.

I smelled it, it was blood, I was a little nervous, could it be that something cut my hand in the panic just now? But I don't feel anything.

I took a picture of it with my phone, and I just felt my scalp tingle.

At some point, a large pool of blood appeared on the sheet in his hand!! The blood was dripping down at the moment.

Whose blood is this?

I collapsed to the ground, my back to the window, and I was shining my phone indiscriminately. When I kicked my legs back, I kicked a hard thing, and my phone took a picture of it, and it was a hand! A severed hand!!

The wind blew on my back, the cold sweat on my back stuck to my underwear very uncomfortable, I shivered, I couldn't control myself, I yelled, and quickly stepped back. When my body touched the windowsill, I turned around and hurriedly opened the window with both hands.

Suddenly, I felt a cold arm.