Someone behind the door?!

I jerked back into my grip on the doorknob, my heart throbbing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The other party must have discovered me a long time ago, but why hasn't I come out for so long? Not even a sound was made!

By the way, he probably thought that there was a thief in the house, so he hid and didn't dare to come out. If that's the case, maybe the other party has already called the police!

I was tempted to get out of here at once, but reason told me it would be unwise to do so, and sooner or later the police would find a way to find me, and even if I could escape the police, and the driver and the gang were waiting for me, I would definitely pay for today's cowardice.

The only way now was to consult with the man in the house, and try to convince him as much as possible, to let him know that he had come with no ill intent.

I cleared my throat and said in what I thought was extremely sincere, "Hello, I'm really sorry to break into your home without permission, but don't worry, I... I'm not a bad person, and I came here for a special reason. ”

I hope he doesn't take his kicking on the door to heart, I pray in my heart.

The room was still quiet, and no one answered.

I was silent for a few minutes to give the other person time to think before I continued, "Please open the door first, and we can talk, shall we?" ”

Damn, what kind of question is this asking? I cursed in my heart, if the person in the house was myself, I would not dare to open the door when I heard this kind of deception to the child!

The silence in the room contrasted with my anxiety, an unusual silence that I could already feel.

I leaned down and pressed my ear lightly against the door, holding my breath as I listened to the movement in the room.

It was a strange silence, as if no one was there, but when I opened the door just now, someone did pull the door from the inside.

Now it is impossible to get the other party to open the door, I took a deep breath, reached out again and held the doorknob, this time the speed of opening the door slowed down a lot, my eyes were fixed on the gradually widening crack in the door, although the room was very dark, but this close distance, as long as the other party moved, I could immediately notice.

The door has been opened a little half, but the expected owner of the small building did not appear, and what is even more strange is that the pulling sensation on the other side of the door has not disappeared, and the force is getting bigger and bigger, if it is not artificial, then where does this power come from?

"No matter, open the door first and then explain."

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I pulled the door open more than half with all my strength, and a thick rope tied to the inner doorknob immediately jumped into view.

"Strange, why tie the handle with a rope? Wouldn't it be enough to just lock the door? ”

As I spoke, I looked suspiciously into the room with a suspicious look at the rope, and at the end of the thick rope, a huge black shadow hung from the roof in the center of the room, shaking tremblingly.

My pupils contracted, and I screamed at the sudden scene, and I took several steps backwards uncontrollably, and the door slammed shut.

"Whew... Whew..."

My breathing was rapid and heavy, and my glasses were fixed on the closed door.

"Just... What was that dark shadow just now?! ”

Even though I asked myself this, I already had the answer in my heart.

Corpse!

A dead body hanged up!

A strong feeling of suffocation rushed to my brain, and I barely supported the wall with my hands to keep my crumbling body from collapsing, and I finally had a clue about the task I had been looking for for a long time, but I didn't expect that this time it was related to dead people.

In fact, the shock of the dead body to me is not strong, or even minimal, and what can really make people feel frightened is not those hideous faces, but unexpected shock.

Of course, this kind of courage also has something to do with my experience in college, when I took a human anatomy class, and the disgusting scenes of live surgery are hard to see even in movies, let alone the real world.

I struggled to breathe and returned to the bedroom and opened the door for the third time.

But when the door was completely opened, when my eyes fell on the hanging black shadow again, my mouth unconsciously "Huh", just now I saw it in a hurry, and the corpse was basically guessed, but now under closer inspection, this black shadow seems to be more like a big bag.

I untied the rope to the inside doorknob, and the shadow fell from mid-air, thudging to the ground with a muffled thud.

Instead of immediately checking the shadow, I walked to the windowsill and opened the curtains, the room was so dark that it felt dull, rotten, and even chilling, and I could scare myself half to death in this environment.

By this time, the rain outside had stopped, and the sunlight quietly shone in and spread throughout the room.

Facing the sun, most of the gloom in my heart has been swept away, and the golden light can always bring hope.

I turned back to the place where the dark shadow had fallen, and on the coffee-colored wooden floor, I saw a dark brown sack that bulged out of something, but it was not a corpse, and my hanging heart finally fell.

Around the sack, there was also a layer of fine yellow particles, which must have spilled out of it when it hit the ground just now, and I squatted down, pinched a little with my fingers and rubbed it, feeling like it was a grain of sand.

"Isn't this whole bag full of sand?"

I opened the mouth of the bag in disbelief, and sure enough, I was dumbfounded by the fine sand gushing out of it, who was so bored and hung such a big bag of sand in the bedroom?! I believe that the owner of the small building would never do such a stupid thing.

However, it is better to have doubts than not to find out, which at least proves that you are getting closer and closer to that mysterious mission.

I got up and walked away from the sandbag, questioning it, but convinced that the purpose of my visit was not to investigate the sandbag.

The bedroom is much smaller than the study, about 20 square meters, divided into two parts: the bedroom and the bathroom, which is lightly and elegantly decorated, but complements the study, and the sandbag falls right on the way to the bathroom next to the bed.

If you ignore the sandbags on the floor, the whole room can be said to be spotless and neatly tied, whether the owner of the place is male or female, he is a very meticulous person.

I only walked around the bedroom twice, and I saw almost everything in it, and I missed a very important point in my praise for this place just now, which is conciseness. I can hardly see anything superfluous here.

Finally, I stopped in front of the bedside table on the right side of the bed, and on the cabinet was a book with a light blue cover that looked like a diary or something.

I picked up the notebook and opened it, and there were beautiful lines of Chinese characters written on the goose-yellow paper.

October 15th

I thought I would never write a diary again in my life.

Is it because of him?

It was he who made me quietly write my thoughts into this booklet like a little girl......

Happy heart :)

October 16th

My heart is bursting with excitement!

I felt like he was interested in me.

But wouldn't you be too out of shape today? He wouldn't think I'd be crazy, would he?

I really want to confess to him and throw away all my reserve...

October 17th

Oh my God, that's a woman's instinct, right?

He was really interested in me, and he actually took the initiative to ask me out, although there would still be someone present, but it was definitely a good start, wasn't it?

October 18th

Everything was too sudden

Why is God playing tricks on me like this, I don't think I'll ever love again in my life!

The heart is bleeding......

Love is dust......

October 19th

The owl that rises by day and night,

O ominous bird,

Restrained a terrible scream,

Strange gaze,

Gazing at me outside the window......

Is it coming......

This is the end of the diary, and I know more about the owner of the small building, at least I can be sure that the other party is a woman.

However, after getting this seemingly clue-based diary, I didn't have a clear feeling, and the many questions that followed made me ponder again.

Although the diary is short, only written for five days, it completely records the beginning and end of a relationship, and what I mind the most is the content of October 19, the style is completely contrary to any previous diary, is this just because the owner is out of love and in a gloomy mood?

"Owls, ominous birds, strange eyes...... Look at me......" I muttered to myself.

No, this diary is independent and has nothing to do with broken love, even on the day of broken love on the 18th, she never wrote such gloomy words, but why did she leave such a mysterious chapter the day after? And just one!

What happened on the 18th?!

In fact, just now, I have begun to pay attention to everything around me, looking for something that can prove the identity of the owner, and I don't know whether it is providence or artificiality, I rummaged through the entire small building several times, but I didn't even find the slightest clue.

It's too strange that a person's family can't find any information about her, right? Is this still her home?

I stood there with my hands on my hips, my eyes blankly scanning my surroundings, and the tiredness welled up uncontrollably in my head.

With my journal in hand, I returned to my study, sat down in the chair I thought I was comfortable with, and looked out the window, my hollow eyes reflected in the huge glass.

I didn't know the exact time, but my stomach was growling with hunger, and I reached for the bread on the table, and I slowly closed my eyes and stuffed it into my mouth one by one.

Mysterious missions, uninhabited buildings, cluttered footprints, hanging sandbags, and the strange diary in front of me, I tried to connect them all into a logical line.

Unfortunately, there seems to be no correlation between these independent individuals, or they have not yet found the key points that can connect them, such as the identity of the owner of the small building.

The sunlight outside the house was a little thicker than before, and I felt my head sink more and more like a rusty machine, and finally I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely felt as if someone was pushing me.

I barely opened my eyes and looked up at me, and in the haze, a wrinkled old face was facing me.

The sudden appearance of an extra person around me really startled me, and my head, which was groggy a second ago, was now like someone poured cold water on me, and I was completely awake.

I slammed up from my seat, oops, someone is back, how can I explain it to her?!

My heart had already jumped to my throat, but I didn't dare to show it on my face, just when I was thinking about what to say, the old woman actually looked embarrassed, and opened her mouth first, "Comrade policeman, I'm really sorry, you work so hard, and I woke you up." I... I just wanted to ask, what the hell is going on here? ”

Comrade police? She actually took me, a fugitive, for a policeman! This is probably the most ridiculous thing I've ever encountered this year!

I couldn't answer her question, so I asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Xiao Lin's grandmother, two days ago your colleague informed me that something happened to Xiao Lin's family, but he refused to tell me what was wrong, I couldn't rest assured, so I came here today to take a look." The old man finished the sentence with great difficulty.

When I heard the name Xiao Lin, I felt a familiar feeling in my heart, but I couldn't remember where I heard it for a while. Just when I was stunned, the old man asked with concern: "Comrade, comrade?" Are you okay? ”

"Oh, it's okay, you sit down first, let's sit down and talk slowly."

As I spoke, I helped the old man to sit on the chair opposite, and then I pretended to be calm and said, "My colleague has already dealt with the matter of your granddaughter, and I can't tell you the details for the time being, please understand." ”

The old woman nodded understandingly, but she was a little unwilling, "Comrade policeman, in fact, I came all the way this time to know my granddaughter... She... She..."

She said a few "shes" with a complicated expression, but she didn't say the rest of the words.

I sat back in my place, looked at the other party and whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry, please speak slowly if you have anything to say." ”

The old woman hesitated for a moment, as if with great courage, and asked, "I wonder if my granddaughter is dead?" ”

He's dead?!

I gasped, forced down the mood of the river and the sea, and thought in my heart how to answer?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, maybe this is an opportunity, a chance to figure out the identity of the owner of the small building!

I frowned and pretended to be serious, "I need to confirm your identity before answering your question. ”

"Oh, it should, it should." The old woman nodded, and took out her ID card from her pocket and handed it to me, "My name is Zhao Hong, and I am Xiao Lin's grandmother." ”

"Who are you talking about?"

"Her name is Irene."