The quiet melody echoed through the empty room and gradually spread into the depths of my heart, and then, in astonishment, I looked away from the shadows that I shouldn't have back into the corridor. I almost closed my eyes and locked the kitchen door, and the seemingly light-filled corridor was gradually lengthening. It may have slowed down, but at this moment, I could feel the oppressive air swirling around me, and even the reflection of the scene in the living room on my pupils dropped sharply. It's a bizarre phenomenon, I can't help but wave my arms from my belly down to my chest, and it feels very similar to the slow motion in the movies, the most obvious is the ringing of the cell phone in my ears, but a standard beat stretches to five or six seconds.

"Hello?" The caller ID wasn't my tutor, it was a phone number I didn't recognize, and there was only a low-frequency noise coming from the other side of the phone. "Hello? Who are you? "It's still the low-frequency noise that responds to me.

I sat on a wooden bench next to the couch, holding a book in my left hand and a phone in my right, glancing at the hallway leading to the kitchen from time to time, and nothing was spilling out of it. The chandelier overhead is shaking slightly, and the shadows cast on the desk, sofa, wooden chair, coffee table, vase, and sample cabinet are also dancing! God, this house is so weird, I dropped the book in my hand, climbed over the corner of the sofa, and turned off the chandelier in the living room. I sat slumped in the corner next to the sample cabinet, the hot fireplace in front of me on the left was still glowing with fire, and I was attached to the warmth of the flame and gradually approached it. My emotions were soothed, and I found the lifeline and climbed up desperately, I could not care about anything, even though the fire scorched the skin on my left hand and gave off a mushy smell of burnt meat. Soon I heard whispers from the seemingly quiet forest behind me, followed by unbridled laughter in front of the campfire, and the mad laughter grew louder and louder, bringing up the missing in the empty valley! I felt like I heard my name, yes, yes, it was my name, someone was shouting me, but it was screaming out of silence.

I was scared, I was really scared, maybe tears would come out of my eyes, and the flames in the fireplace next to me would be splashed, and sure enough, the fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and I saw the rotten and filthy ashes, a mass grave of waste wood that had long been buried, yes, it was a pile of eerie white bones, and the eyes on the skull were staring at me, looking at me intently and smiling weirdly! I screamed and rolled and crawled down the stairs. "Smack." I knocked over the wooden table where the tea was served, a glass jug fell to the floor and shattered, and I saw the broken glass seep into my mental book called "Doubt".

I rushed up the stairs to my bedroom, slammed the door in, and slammed it shut. I'm mentally out of the way now, and even though I know that 90% of what I see is true, I'm still scared to death. Immediately afterward, I was attracted by a full-length mirror next to me, as if I was enchanted. I didn't know the man inside, I could see it at a glance, and I was pretty sure I didn't know him, he was just wearing my skin. I saw someone laughing, and the smile made me shudder and shudder, and the corners of my mouth went up, and my hands were clutching my head. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! I thought my laughter would deter him, but he laughed even crazier than I did! I couldn't take it anymore and smashed the mirror with my fist, letting my fingers blur the flesh and blood, still pulling the broken glass out of the inlaid board.

I know my situation, I know I can't escape, so I'm going to record this terrible experience, and I don't expect you to believe it, or I'm not crazy? Because even I don't believe it's my own experience! I'm not crazy, I'm not dreaming, I'm going to die soon, and I'm going to tell the story before death invites me. I want to make these things public right away, just to be concise and not to comment on them. I was horrified, tormented, and destroyed! But I don't want to explain more, these things are only terrible to me, but to many people, they seem to be just rhetoric, and perhaps some wise people in later generations will think that these are ordinary things that are not worth talking about, and those who are calmer and more rational than me will be more discerning. In the minds of these people, my awe-filled narrative may be just a series of ordinary events that cause and effect. I couldn't feel the pain from my bloody fingers, and pulled out a wad of white paper from the black package, along with the inkwell on my desk......

Mu Tianyu is an excellent professor of psychology, and he should be regarded as the youngest in the country, and his peers are generally in their forties and fifties. At the age of twenty-eight, he has a wife who is a good family and a three-year-old daughter, who is extremely lovely, and this is a happy family. He has achieved enviable achievements in both his career and family. In fact, what is even more enviable is his appearance, which is a look that is admired by the women of the right moment: a smooth and fair face, revealing an angular cold hand; The thick eyebrows are raised slightly rebelliously, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, the dark and deep ice eyes look wild and uninhibited, evil and sexy. With a straight nose, pink lips like rose petals, and his three-dimensional facial features as handsome as a knife, the whole person emits an irresistible aura, and a dissolute smile appears on his handsome face.

It was the coldest day of the year, with heavy snow covering the National Forest Park north of the Qiuyu River, and the desolate and secluded mountains surrounding the bustling city, which was heated by the entire city to store heat for the frozen city, and everything would not recover until early spring. The city of Droz held a psychology exchange meeting, which was attended by many people, including many entry-level assistant doctors and interns who had just graduated from school, including those who had made great achievements in the field of psychology. These people came early in the morning, some days in advance. Mu Tianyu is today's lecturer, he has long been accustomed to such similar speeches, but today, he seems a little nervous.

"This is a typical case of a psychopath." As he spoke, Mu Tianyu put the manuscript in his hand on the podium, turned around and stared at the giant screen projection behind him. "A few days ago, I received a lot of consultations from psychologists in other places, and many of their opinions are related to the topic of supernatural spirits, and most of their descriptions make me think about it, and I can't find the basis of the facts in a short time, and this one ......" Mu Tianyu casually glanced at the bloodstained white paper that was projected on the podium. I can tell you responsibly that the authenticity of this case that you are seeing now is 99.9 percent, and perhaps only 0.1 percent is that I have forgotten my brother's handwriting. ”

Everyone inevitably laughed, adding a lot of life to the dry and boring exchange meeting.

Mu Tianyu straightened the tie on his chest and continued: "My brother ......" His pupils glistened with tears. "He's been away from me for ten years, well, okay, don't talk about these boring topics, you can talk freely if you have any questions, and I'll try to answer them."

"Sir." As soon as Mu Tianyu's words fell, on the left side of the atrium on the field, a boy of eighteen or nineteen stood up.

Mu Tianyu put down the water glass he had just drunk, smiled at the people on the field and looked at the boy. "Looks like I'm going to have to call my lover tonight and I'll be back later."

Everyone on the field looked at each other and smiled.

The boy smiled awkwardly and said in a green accent: "Hello Mr. Mu, I am one of your loyal fans, I have listened to most of your speeches, can I define you like this, you are an atheist?" Think none of these supernatural things exist? ”

Mu Tianyu walked to the side of the podium, close to the boy's side, and his hands were resting in front of his abdomen. "First of all, thank you very much for your support, it is my pleasure. As for atheists, I think this definition is too one-sided, I can't say yes, but I can't say no, I believe that there is justice in this world, and there may be miracles, just like everyone here has their own beliefs, but I prefer to trust my hands. My daughter is three years old and I ask her to pray before every meal. Mu Tianyu looked back at the bloodstained text projected on the screen, and said in a deep voice: "I don't think this is a supernatural event, there are no supernatural events in the cases I know and have participated in." ”

The boy seemed dissatisfied and unwilling with this answer, and he frowned and asked, "Then how do you explain what happened in this account?" He pointed to the projection screen behind Mu Tianyu and said, "How do you explain what your brother has gone through?" ”