The lights flickered on and off.

No, it's not a light.

It's electro-optical!

Thunder erupted outside the window.

Lightning swept through the sky like a split. illuminated everyone's panicked faces in the dark.

The night sky flickered several times like a magnesium lamp. From time to time, lightning clearly drew through the window.

Beauty is beautiful, but it's terrifying. Why? Because I think that the lightning is like the "light of judgment" released in the air by "someone" to punish the wicked or wrongdoers.

How could it be! It's not a world of stories or games......

"-The outage hasn't been restored?"

I felt the pull cord of the fluorescent lamp, and I pulled it but it didn't come on. Looking out of the window, it seems that only the café and a few nearby houses have been turned off, and the lights are still on in a few houses a little farther away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it must have been a lightning strike that caused the power outage, right?

As soon as I thought about it, I felt that there was no such possibility. Because it is approaching summer, the residents of the capital have long been prepared for the power shortage, and every household has its own backup unit, and it can be proudly said that the current people in the capital have nothing to do with power outages.

So, why is there still no finger in sight of the room, and the power supply has not been restored?

Oh no. Why didn't you see the Shiling people?

I panicked and stood up. I had to get out of my seat and go to the Shiling people. As soon as he stood up, he suddenly shivered down his spine. Cold, moist air hit my back and made me shiver there.

I could see blue shadows in the distance. It was the light from the emergency exit. There's a cloister back to the outside.

I ran through the long corridor towards the light. Footsteps echoed in the café with the sound of emptiness.

It feels like I'm the only one left in the world, and it sucks!

I ran over in one go, opened the door of the private room with all my might, and rushed into the cloister.

There is only space for a short cloister. Looking out of the window, the street is illuminated by the street lamps outside. The empty space seems to make a sound in the next second, a wide and empty space. And it's better to have no light than to have light.

In the midst of the storm, a small dark island was formed around the café. However, the sky is still bright in the downtown area a little further away, so it does not become completely dark. In addition, the thunderstorm clouds seem to have accumulated light, and the night sky is slightly bright. When the lightning does not swim away, it suddenly emits a bright light and disappears. The night sky glowed, precipitating an eerie color.

I was amused at my unwarranted fear, panting against the closed door and laughing at my own uselessness there.

Thinking about it, you also know that it is impossible for Shiling people to leave suddenly, probably still inside.

In front of me was the entrance to the café, facing a dark street. There's a closed glass door over there, and there's an emergency light on it. There was a green glow.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn and I froze there.

There was a staggering figure there.

In this late-night street.

The gusts of wind shook the power lines and the branches of the street trees like a roar. The next rain crashed on the asphalt and the roofs of every house, and the wind roared through the rain from time to time.

At this moment, there was a boom, and a thunderclap was struck very closely. At that moment, the light of the emergency lights went out. I was surrounded by darkness.

It's pitch black. The streetlights also appear to have gone out due to a power outage.

There seems to be a strange sound from far and near...... There was a sneeze from the other side of the gate. And also......

It was a shout...... It's like someone's crying......

Like a wail......

Maybe it's because it's midnight, right? The sound of the wind sounded like the sound of a ghost, like the sound of a ghost wandering in a storm.

The sound of the pounding rain is like countless ghosts knocking on the doors of every house with their hands.

It is as if begging a house to let them in; As if he was crying for help, he seemed to be banging on the door in anger.

It was as if knocking on the doors of every house and walking through the streets.

The ghost begs: Let me in!

I don't feel creepy, because I think of a lot of fantasy and this kind of story that Jiang Xueqin insisted on me to watch before.

The story of the deceased who came to visit.

The story of the deceased who turned into a ghost and came to the scene.

Thinking of this, there was a strange sound at the door that sounded like a knock on the door—

I was terrified. As if in a dream,

The knock on the door seemed to come again. I heard it very well.

Indeed, there was a knock on the door.

I stood still in the dark corridor, looking out and could see the shadow of the gate that sank into the dark night air.

"-I guess it's an illusion, right?"

Standing in the blowing wind, I held my breath, and although I didn't want to listen carefully, my ears naturally pricked up.

Again, there was a clear knock on the door. Even in the night when the sound of a storm resounded, it was clear that it was a knock on the door.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Then with a slight hesitation, knock-knock-knock.

As if to say: why don't you open the door for me?

"—is it a guest?"

As soon as I thought about it, I immediately dismissed the idea, who would choose to come for a cup of coffee on a stormy night, and even if they did, the café should not be still open.

Not human......

Suddenly, the "answer" came to mind.

"Mu Tongtong?"

As soon as I said this softly, there was a "thump" at the door: followed by a thump. It's like saying, "That's right, open the door quickly!" It's like saying, "Hurry up!" "

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The door is embedded with fine frosted glass, on which the figure of a human figure and the shadow of the branches and leaves swaying by the storm are clearly reflected in the thin figure in the gauze skirt.

A woman with long hair blowing in the wind—

Mu Tongtong......

I thought to myself: yes, it's her.

My sweaty hand grabbed the phone I had been holding in my hand and dialed.

"Shiling people, come back quickly......"

No signal.

There is no signal for me at the critical moment!

My heart was beating fast and violently.

Somehow, I was so scared that I couldn't move my feet.

A calm voice appeared in his head.

If it's her, isn't there no need to be afraid?

I called her.

That being the case, why be afraid?

Another calm voice appeared on the ground, and a word came to my mind.

She might be hating me.

How could it be - I immediately wanted to say no.

But the voice in my heart continued.

If I hadn't left her two years ago, she wouldn't have died alone in the building on that stormy day.

If it were me, this stupid and timid me......

If it's me outside the building......

She wouldn't have died.

It's no surprise that she would hate me.

That's not the case! - I want to deny. Mu Tongtong is a strong and gentle person. No matter how cowardly I was and how humiliating I was, she still liked me, and I liked me incredibly, calling me a bosom friend.

She's not the kind of person who would hate me.

However, in the midst of the wind and rain, the current banging on the door was fierce and rough, and there was no trace of tenderness or friendship.

If that's really her......

It was she knocking on the door.

I don't think it's the sound of a gentle heart knocking on the door.

I'm a supernatural writer, the kind that doesn't go into the stream.

This is because I have very few friends, and they are even stranger than I am. For example, the senior sister who is gentle and cute, but likes horror and horror movies. In the fairy tales she told me, or in the episodes she wholeheartedly recommended, there were many resentful spirits and ghosts. Although he was a good person in life, he changed after death, and became many dead people who were terrifying. For example, she was a gentle and beautiful woman until she died, but she was betrayed by her husband and died unjustly, turning into a cannibal resentful spirit. After being betrayed and dying by someone he trusted, he lost his humanity and became a ghost who slaughtered the village.

It is obviously a heartwarming desk story, many legends or rural legends, and in the end it always becomes a market legend, telling the story of the horrific dead.

When you die, you become a ghost...... In a frenzy.

When it is no longer human...... Hate everything.

I think of the dead wandering the game world, of the horrific and ominous monsters, of the ghosts.

The living dead, or the walking dead, etc.

Or ghosts, or ...... What else?

The soul is completely "changed", and there are many stories.

When a person who has experienced a tragic death forgets all the memories and tenderness of the past, leaving only pain and hatred, and becomes a terrifying existence?

Do you become like a zombie in a horror movie, or a demon in a game world, and become a monster that only wants to kill the living?

Although Mu Tongtong was a gentle and intelligent woman, she had to die at a young age, unjustly dying, bitter and sad in the stormy days - and there were no bones left, according to the progress of the case that You Yimo told me, because there was nothing to be found in the cherry blossom forest, the police suspected that the body had either been artificially removed, or had been washed along the ditch into the nameless lake behind the campus during the previous rainstorm.

Then, did it become a ghost to get revenge?

Become a resentful spirit at the bottom of a nameless lake, and tonight, because of my thoughts, come to the world?

Forgot the love of the past, and only remembered the hatred and resentment towards me.

Because if I didn't exist, many people could have lived happily ever after. If there was no me in this world, Mu Tongtong would not have died. If I am not alive, if I die, Mu Tongtong...... And my sister, you can live.

I shook my head.

Mu Tongtong will not become a resentful spirit.

Because she's strong.

She's not going to be a goblin who loses her mind.

I nodded vigorously.

That's Mu Tongtong, the handsome and powerful Mu Tongtong, it is impossible to become the kind of person who is afraid and annoying.

Then, grasping the handrails, I stepped the wooden floor with trembling feet and walked over to the gate.

I stood in the direction of the visible gate, which was faintly lit in the dim light.

The storm struck, the thunder rumbled in the distance, and the house seemed to shake with the wind and thunder.

"It's Mu Tongtong there...... Is it? "

I asked in a whisper with a trembling voice.

There was a bang on the door.

It was as if he was slapping it with both hands.

It seems to be clearly conveying Mu Tongtong's meaning.

"Yes, yes. Mu Tongtong, you're here. I'm so happy...... I'll go open the door now. "

I hope Mu Tongtong isn't angry.

Not angry, not hated me.

It's just that I'm tired of wanting to see me as soon as possible, coming from a long way in the wind and rain, and I don't want to continue to be caught in the rain there, hoping that she will come in quickly and complain...... That's how I want to explain it.

"I know, you're waiting anxiously, aren't you?"

Maybe her mouth is pursed high, and the bright-headed Mu Tongtong sometimes says to the dull-brained me, "Why don't you understand?" Angry expressions.

"Wait a minute, I'll pick the lock now......"

My hands trembled and I unlocked the door.

As soon as I opened it, the handle turned.

With a bang, the door was pulled open. But because the door chain was fastened, it stopped halfway open.

"Wait, wait, Mu Tongtong. The doorchain is still ...... I'm going to take the door chain off now. "

The doorknob turned and turned, and the door was pulled open again and again.

It seems that he wants to open it hard, as if he doesn't care if he has a door chain or not, and he will tear it up; Or they don't know what door chains don't have, and they just feel like they're in the way.

The stranger outside the door made a terrible noise and continued to twist the doorknob with his hand, trying to open the door.

The frosted glass on the door saw the shadow of the long-haired man. He bowed his body like a beast and grabbed the doorknob, trying to force it open. Whenever the sky glows blue and white by the light of lightning, its silhouette forms a silhouette, clearly embossed on the frosted glass.

In the midst of the raging storm, another thunder struck nearby. In that moment, along with the impact so powerful that the mountains shook the ground, the lightning shone strongly, and the vicinity was as bright as day.

I was stunned by the image I saw through the crack in the door that was still fastened with the chain still open.

White lightning shone on the slender wrist, the woman's wrist.

Mu Tongtong...... Is that you?

It had to be her, yes.

That's right, it's her. Miracles did happen tonight. Standing there was Mu Tongtong, who sank under the water a year ago.

But I stepped away from the door. Scared, his teeth chattered.

Because, the hand that knocks on the door...... It's not the fair-skinned and beautiful hands it used to be. It's like everything is not the same as before.

After falling into the turbid current in the torrential rain and drifting to the nameless lake, the body passed through a year - the body that sank to the bottom of the water in a year certainly could not be the same as before.

The door continued to rattle.

As if to say: hurry up and open the door.

As if to say: open here!

As if shouting: I am coming, because your thoughts have brought me. I'm coming from underwater.

But why don't you open the door for me?

Even though it had gotten so bad, I still "came".

I, because you "invited" me.

That's why I'm here, but you're ......

"Mu Tongtong, I'm sorry, forgive me!"

My feet went limp, and I sat down in the hallway in front of the door. Trembling all over.

What a stupid thing I did!

Mu Tongtong...... Mu Tongtong, I'm sorry! "

I chattered my teeth with fear and cried. His voice trembled, and he apologized non-stop.

"I'm sorry, Mu Tongtong, I'm sorry......"

I don't want to die. Don't want to be killed.

I cried and fell backwards, only to collide with a figure!

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