Mu Tianyu dragged the hand of the note, and never stopped shaking for a moment, this mottled handwriting was mixed with indescribable fear, even under the white screen, it was mixed with a strange dark atmosphere, densely permeated in the conference room on the top floor, frantically rushing into everyone's lungs, stimulating the nerves of this group of psychology enthusiasts. But in the end, he still announced this crazy "case"!

The train was speeding through the secluded countryside, the scorching sun was scorching and the wind was blowing away, this was the journey to my hometown, and I had not been back for ten years. It is located in a valley in Hongxian County, where the climate is pleasant, and even if dryness and boredom go hand in hand, filling the whole world outside, it is difficult to erase its unique side. Although it is so unique, the quiet atmosphere is also quite frightening, which is not enough to impress the outside world to go on vacation or live in peace. However, I went there anyway.

Although it sounds a bit pompous because of the disappointment of my studies, I decided to go back to my hometown for a week or two, in order to read a few psychology books that I should have read but didn't read, and to make a trapping fight for the last interview.

When the train was passing through Hongxian, there was a brief stop, and I got off here, and as expected, there were few passengers who arrived here except me. There was still a long way to go back to my hometown, and I had to spend several times more than the usual fare to impress the heart of a driver, which was hard to believe that there was something more important than money. However, things were not satisfactory, and at a remote fork in the road outside the valley, the driver retreated and said that he would not go in any more. I guessed the situation, and after thanking him, he got out of the car, and he reluctantly said sorry, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road with the sound of the horn.

At this time, in late August, the fat grass carp and silver carp laze themselves in the low reaches of the lake, waiting for the north wind and early frost to fall and the temperature plummets before they come to the lake. The cypress groves had taken on a crimson and golden hue, and the chickadees echoed like a man's mad laughter over the secluded bays, a strange and strange cry that was never heard in the summer.

It didn't take long for me to step into the picture of memory, and this familiar scene also came into my mind, this desolate countryside, not being overwhelmed by weeds, but I was amazed. The village is not big, there are only about a dozen families, and now, things have long been different, and the whole village has disappeared inexplicably in a sudden night, except for me, of course, including my adoptive parents. Ten years ago, the whole village was spared except me, and after they disappeared, I was taken by the police to another city, where I live on the welfare of orphans.

When I returned to my home, the display was still the same as when I left, and most of the furniture and appliances were still in use, including the water storage system and the generator in the back room.

Reading alone in the village, I was accompanied only by a two-story hut and a canoe on the edge of a lake not far away, and as for the deserted houses around me, I had long since regarded them as dust. In the meantime, the only disturbing thing was some chipmunks, and the uninvited guests on the bay, and the chaotic sound of birdsong. It's just that sometimes I wonder if the uninvited guests might be me, relative to them.

Before I decided to return to my hometown, I received an anonymous letter warning me not to go back, to beware of strangers in the valley if I had to go my own way, and not to stay outside alone for too long at night to avoid frostbite, because the temperature in the valley would drop to minus ten degrees Celsius at night. Looking back on the contents of the letter now, at first I thought it was just a prank, but now I start to feel that something is wrong. The valley was remote and secluded, there were no other villages within a radius of sixty or seventy miles, and the vast forest was less than twenty meters behind me, and there was no sign of human habitation or activity. However, although the island seems to be shrouded in desolation and silence, the mud and rocks and trees still seem to echo the laughter and laughter left by people ten years ago, and I always recall them. As I walk in the attic, I feel like someone is shouting, and more than once, I seem to hear someone shouting my name.

The family has six small bedrooms, each separated by pine planks, and one room with wooden bookshelves, mattresses and a chair, which is where I was a child. I only found two mirrors in these rooms, one of which was still broken. As I walked around the room, the wooden floors creaked, and there were still traces of movement in the room, a casual discovery or hallucination, and I almost couldn't believe that I was really living alone. He couldn't help but hope that he could find his lost relatives, and perhaps he was struggling to squeeze into a box that couldn't hold him at all, and hide. I wandered in the attic, and there was a bedroom with a dark door, and I remembered almost nothing about it, as if I hadn't even noticed it before, and I even wondered if it was something that came later. After a moment's pause, I walked towards the bedroom, and it took me a long time to open it, and it occurred to me that someone might be lurking in the bedroom, holding on to the handle, and if I opened the door, I would bump into the person's eyes.

The strange atmosphere and incredible speculation surprised even me, and after sorting out my thoughts, I planned to draw a perfect end to my purpose. After going up and down the house, after a few last thoughts, I decided to move my outfit into a room with a small balcony as my bedroom, and my vague memory told me that it used to be a storage room. I struggled to move in the bed I had slept in, the proportions were the right size, the soft mattress was the best in the whole room, it was a gift from my adoptive mother when I was seven years old. There is a small window in the front of the balcony, the surface of which has been eroded by age, but the sunrise and sunset still give the room some life. Directly below my bedroom is the living room, where I live and read, and I sit on the sofa and look out over the lake.

There are the most cypress trees in the valley, but there are a few silver firs, which seem out of place, which were planted by my adoptive father before his death, and in my heart, I have always thought that the people of the village would die after they disappeared. In front of the house's compound, there is only a path that winds through the dense trees to the lake. The trees envelop the house, and the slightest gust of breeze will make the branches touch the rubble of the roof, caressing the wooden walls of the hut. The most beautiful is the sunset red, but for some reason, staring at this piece of redness, there is a feeling of discomfort, soon after sunset, the night is so thick that it can't be opened, five meters outside the door, close to the light reflected by the four windows of the living room, a foot away from the thing is not to be seen, if you are not careful, a few steps may hit the trunk of the tree.

I took advantage of the afterglow to spend the rest of the day tidying up my things, the electricity supply had completely returned to normal, the refrigerator and everything could be used, but there was a strange smell circling inside. I cut a lot of wood, for this week's stove heating, this is not like a town, there is underfloor heating or air conditioning, I tried to dredge the wall of the stove, it seems to be blocked by something, casual guess, as if there is a person hiding inside, a moment of curiosity, I turned on the flashlight and leaned over, want to see what it is, after a few tosses, the chimney is flushed with the red of the sunset, but the red makes my eyes a little uncomfortable, I thought it was the dust in the chimney splashed on my tear ducts.

As the sun was setting, I came to the shore of the lake and rowed around in a canoe around the area, and before that, I would never have dreamed that I would do such a thing, and now that I was alone, I had to be self-reliant. When I went ashore, I felt that the valley was so lonely, the sun was setting, and a little twilight was gradually reflected in the north, and the night was about to fall in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, the canoe was safely docked, so I flipped it over and groped my way back to the front yard of the house, where all the seven lights on the first floor were turned on, but by the time I went to the kitchen to eat, the room was still shadowy, the lights were not bright enough, and I could even peek into the stars through the cracks in the rubble on the roof.

That night, I went to bed early, and the long journey and busyness made me soon sleepy, and there was silence all around, not even a hint of breeze, except for the creaking bed frame and the faint sound of the babbling stream outside the window...... It was as if I heard a strange noise, at first I thought it was a hallucination, but as time went on, it became very real. When I woke up in the middle of the night, the silence pressed down on me, and a creepy feeling instantly fell. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the corridor outside and in the empty room next to me, and the rustle of clothes, and even the sound of muffled voices! However, my tired body overwhelmed the drowsiness, and the sound of my breathing and these mysterious and strange noises gradually mixed into a vague sound in my dreams.