Bursts of panic Zhao Yan was on the verge of collapse, and after quietly panting, he held his hand against the wall and looked back with the corner of his eye, except for the flickering street lights, there was nothing behind him.

Zhao Yan patted his chest for a while, and carefully determined the next place, just now he was in a panic and ran to the community where Han Jiying's house was, and he was at the gate of the community at the moment. Walk slowly towards the building that the child said he was talking about.

This is a group of high-rise buildings, and the child's family lives on the fourteenth floor of Block A. When I looked up, I saw that except for the few houses that were still lit up, the rest of the houses were pitch black.

Zhao Yan stood at the door of the building, and the corridor was pitch black, like a cave of a beast. I stomped my foot but the light didn't come on, maybe the voice-activated light was broken. Step up little by little, the deathly silence in the corridor, only the sound of their own footsteps, suddenly a thought came out of my heart, "Don't count the stairs, otherwise there will be a pair of dead people's feet" is the last thing the child said on the phone just now, but people are always like this, the more they don't think about anything, the more they can't contain this thought, and they count unnaturally in their hearts.

"One, two, three" is a total of thirteen Zhao Yan walked to the second floor, standing there except for the darkness shrouded in the surroundings with no dead people's feet, Zhao Yan let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, he was too nervous, and his clothes were a little wet with sweat.

Zhao Yan lowered his head and continued to walk up little by little, but unnaturally began to count again, "one, two, three" unconsciously came to the eighth floor, Zhao Yan gasped for a moment, and was about to continue walking up, when he suddenly stopped the foot he had just raised.

"No, there are thirteen steps from the first floor to the seventh floor, but just now I clearly counted the fourteen steps, what's going on, did I inadvertently count the difference, or built one more step when building this building, this is impossible, it must be my own number." Zhao Yan comforted himself in his heart, and then walked up step by step.

Damn obsessive-compulsive disorder Zhao Yan began to count one by one again, it was still level thirteen, it seemed that he must have just counted poorly, and in a blink of an eye he came to the thirteenth floor and a half, and he arrived at the child's house on the upper half, but at this moment, Zhao Yan felt that his hairs were tied up, and his back was cold for a while. Just now, he blurted out "fourteen" again, and it was not wrong that he counted the fourteenth level.

What the hell is going on, Zhao Yan's scalp was a little numb, he poured his heart down step by step, yes, the thirteenth level is not wrong, he walked up from below again, walking very slowly and carefully, but this time he was completely stunned, when he came up, he counted the "fourteenth" level Zhao Yan was completely blinded this time, he counted very carefully, it was impossible to be wrong, but why did such a strange thing happen, standing there, he didn't have the courage to go down, and suddenly he felt that there seemed to be someone in the corner behind him, and his neck was cold as if someone was blowing, Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands, slowly turned around and looked back by the faint light, and a pair of small feet appeared behind him, just like the feet of an old lady with small feet in ancient times, Zhao Yan looked up a little bit, dark blue pants, two dry legs in the thin trouser tube were supported there like bamboo poles, and the old green shirt was standing there quietly without moving.

Zhao Yan held his breath and slowly looked up, it was an old face like an orange peel, full of wrinkles, his eyes were slightly closed and lifeless like a dead man, Zhao Yan stepped back in fright, gasped and shouted: "You are a human or a ghost." Why are you here? ”

The old lady said slowly in an old voice, "This is my home, young man." ”

Zhao Yan heard the sound like a ghost screaming at night, which made people shudder, and hurriedly picked up the mobile phone on the ground and pressed it twice, maybe it was broken: "It's so late, why don't you sleep." ”

Zhao Yan didn't want to be entangled, seeing that this old lady was like a dead corpse, she never opened her eyes from beginning to end.

"I'm looking for a pair of feet, do you see my feet?" His voice suddenly screamed, and he shuddered in fright.

"Feet, what feet?" Zhao Yan asked in a frightened and timid voice.

"My feet, I have no feet, I can't walk, right behind you, you see." The old lady suddenly pounced on Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan screamed with a frightened "ah", the lights turned on, the door opened, and Han Jiying appeared at the door: "Teacher, you are here, I opened the door when I heard your call, what's wrong with you?" The child said quietly.

Zhao Yan was frightened on the stairs, and at this time he was looking back, what old lady and there was no one, Zhao Yan sat on the ground and made a few efforts to finally stand up on the stairs: "No, nothing, I saw an old lady just now, but there was no one in a blink of an eye?" As he spoke, he walked into the child's house with his trembling legs.

"Hey, you may see Grandma Sun next door, she is not in good spirits and always likes to go out at this time." As he spoke, he closed the door.

Zhao Yan looked at the child's home at this time, it was the kind of three-bedroom house, with an area of more than 100 square meters, and the living room was very large and clean.

"When will your mom and dad come back?" Zhao Yan stood there and asked.

"I don't know, I'm really scared, teacher." After closing the door, the child curled up in the corner of the living room, holding his legs with both hands, and Zhao Yan saw that the child was wearing a set of very cartoon pajamas, but at this time, his face was a little pale and he was trembling in the corner.

"Well, why don't I give your mom a call?" Zhao Yan looked at the watch on the wall, it was already past eleven o'clock, and he always felt that it was not very convenient for a boy to be here.

"Teacher, he has been with me all the time, and he has been in this house all the time." The child lowered his head and his voice was a little erratic.

Zhao Yan didn't understand: "What follows you, what is in this house, you slowly say it's okay." Zhao Yan sat on the sofa and looked at the frightened child and asked.

After I came back from the hospital, every night after 10 o'clock I would hear the cry of a woman in this room, complaining, miserable, if there was nothing, sometimes it felt like it was next to me, sometimes it felt like it was in a certain room, sometimes it felt like it was next door.

I woke up from my dream in the middle of the night, and when I looked at my watch, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and I saw the shadow of a girl in a white dress flashing past my bedroom door, and then there was the miserable crying, and I screamed in fright, and when my mother turned on the light, she didn't see anything, and she didn't hear the sound, and only I could hear that sound every day, but when I fell asleep once, I found that there were traces of tears on the side of my bed.

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to sleep with Ben, I covered my head, but I could still hear the sound reaching my ears like a filament, and I couldn't hide from it.

I slowly lifted the quilt and followed the voice, but in this room, there seemed to be a woman wandering, but I could not see it, and probably felt that he was beside me.

Teacher, you actually don't know, what I saw when I invited the fairy that day.