When I closed the door, I found that there was no lock on the door, so I had to fold a newspaper and stuff it into the crack of the door to barely get it stuck. After a day of traveling, I didn't feel tired, and I fell into bed and fell asleep. When it was time for dinner, there was a knock on the door telling me to get up and eat. I went to the cafeteria to eat, went back to my room and continued to sleep, and woke up at ten o'clock in the evening, drank saliva, and could no longer sleep, and my brain was unusually clear. I opened the bag of papers given to me by the editor-in-chief, took out two pieces of paper, and read the text on them. -- There are about 100 kinds of shooting catalogs, and it is estimated that they will be completed in three days. I know that museum artifacts are usually only photographed during the day and not at night, because the museum doesn't allow bronzes to be put in the spotlight. Besides, it's so late, people go to bed early, where will they get up to accompany you to light the lamp and consume fuel.

I realized I couldn't be stupid like that.

I walked over to the table. There was no stool in front of the table, so I had to sit at the head of the bed.

Looking out of the broken window, you can see a dark forest outside. The wind was tight, as if it was going to rain. I plugged my phone into the power to charge, turned on the WIFI search, ah, there was a signal. I read the news for a while, clicked on the ** window, the phone was ringing, my ** friends were chatting in a group, forwarding gossip news from entertainment stars, pictures of beautiful women, and people were posting on-the-job training invitation letters, tea sales information...... It's all a mess. I close the dialog. Open your laptop to play Warcraft, top up, load up your weapons and equipment, and let those goblin monsters fight and howl in the room.

About an hour, or two hours, around midnight, I don't remember exactly what time it was. I faintly heard a strange voice, like a woman crying, suppressing her voice, opening and closing her nose, whining, and whistling like a wind blowing through the treetops.

There was still not a glimmer of moonlight outside the window, the clouds pressed against the roof, and the lead water was rushing and swirling.

My index finger reflexively clicked the mouse. That strange sound made me naturally think of the eerie melody of "Liao Zhai".

When I was a child, I heard Aunt Zhu compare with me that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, ghosts are most likely to appear, so children can't go out to play at this time. I used to be convinced of that.

I remember one time when I was taking a nap at my desk in the classroom, I dimly saw the dead PE teacher wearing a white tracksuit and holding a basketball in his hand, coming out of the wall behind me and out through the wall behind the podium. I told Shen's mother about this in the orphanage.

Shen's mother is the director of the orphanage, a devout Buddhist layman. She shook the chicken feather in her hand like dust, and said: "Child, all the hues in the world are empty, and all things are illusions, and that is just your heart." ”

I stared blankly at her, completely unaware of what she was talking about.

Shen's mother explained: "That's just your dream, it doesn't exist at all. ”

I said, "I saw him walking past me." ”

Mother Shen thought I didn't understand, so she said a common saying: "You think about it day and night." ”

"Thinking about it day and night? Why? ”

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"Why?"

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"Why?"

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Shen's mother knocked on my head with a pinch and said, "It's stupider than a wooden fish, and you can't open it no matter how you knock it." "I asked a myriad of whys. Mother Shen was forced by me to have no way to retreat, and laughed. She said that when she was a child, she heard her grandfather say that if a long-term cultivator put his palm on his forehead, he could see ghosts and gods.

I said, "No wonder Sun Wukong often builds a pergola with his hands." ”

Shen's mother stared at her eyes in surprise and said, "Yan'er is smart, I didn't expect Sun Wukong to be looking at monsters like this." Her expression was like that of a kindergarten teacher, exaggerated a little too much.

"Can you see it if you don't cultivate?" I asked.

She smiled again: "If you don't cultivate, you won't be able to see it." ”

My mouth was wide open and I was about to ask why.

She hurriedly pressed the chicken feather on my shoulder and said solemnly: "Don't ask why, if you ask Shen's mother again, you will jump off the building." ”

I covered my mouth.

She thought my appearance was funny, Gege laughed a few times, and said, "Mother Shen told you a way, you are not allowed to tell others." ”

I nodded vigorously.

She said, "Okay, don't tell anyone." ”

I nodded vigorously again.

She lowered her voice and said, "This is something I figured out myself: every day at midnight, when the heaven and earth are handed over and the yin and yang are exchanged, people who have not cultivated can see ghosts and gods by building a pergola with their hands. ”

"What time is midnight?" I asked.

"Eleven a.m. to one a.m." She puffed out her cheeks and pouted in a serious manner.

I caught a glimpse of the bottom right corner of the computer screen displaying: 00:00.

What a strange time.

Suddenly, the window shook inexplicably, clang, clang...... The mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was all over the building, and the raindrops hit the trees in large pieces, rushed into the windows, and smashed on the table like pebbles. The cable outside the window shook violently. Click--a bolt of lightning illuminates the dense forest below.

You can't use a computer during lightning. I hurriedly turned off my phone.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room like a huge match.

The incandescent light overhead blinked and went out.

There was a black rumbling in his sight, and he could only see the situation in the house by the flickering lightning.

Sleep, you can't play anything.

Sadly, I realized that I hadn't washed yet.

Xiao Wan said that the bathroom was in the first room at the staircase. It's so dark, forget it, don't wash it. However, I am used to being told that I will definitely not sleep well if I go to bed like this.

I flashed my phone, took out a towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste from my backpack, took out a plastic basin from under the bed, and turned to the door.

The mobile phone screen automatically went black, and when he turned down the power supply, the mobile phone emitted a faint blue light again, the walls and the ground turned blue, with a dead light, a gust of cold wind blew on his face, the door had opened at some point, and a white figure flashed from the corridor.

Is there someone else living upstairs?

I braved the cold wind to the first room at the top of the stairs and found the door open. I opened the door and saw a waist-high sink with a faucet on top of it. There are two doors at the far end of the sink, the women's toilet on the left and the men's toilet on the right.

I disable my phone's battery saver function, leave it on all the time, and put it screen up on the sink. I squeezed the toothpaste onto my toothbrush and brushed my teeth quickly. Suddenly, I heard a woman's cry in the women's bathroom, whining and sobbing, exactly the same as the voice I had just heard in the room.

In the middle of the night, where is the woman's cry?

"Who's in there?"

The crying disappeared suddenly.

Maybe I misheard, the wind was whining.

But this strange sound still made me feel that the scene in front of me suddenly became strange and gloomy. "Don't go out until 11 a.m. at night." I remembered Shen's mother's words again, and hurriedly turned on the faucet and wiped my face with a towel. As I pushed my palms up to my forehead, I inadvertently erected a pergola, and I caught a glimpse of a white shadow washing my hands and face on the faucet next to me.

The white shadow was dressed in white from hood to foot, with long hair covering his face and ridiculously long fingers. I hated to slip away with oil on the soles of my feet, but I didn't dare to turn around rashly, as if I was afraid that I would be eaten by her if I moved.

I finally mustered up the courage to ask, "You, who are you?" ”

She turned, her long hair revealing a white, miserable, hollow eye, and a two-snort in her nose, then she brushed me past me and disappeared by the door.

I twisted my face, it hurt so much, obviously it wasn't a dream. Looking at the place where Bai Ying was standing just now, he recalled that when Bai Ying washed his hands, the faucet was clearly flowing with water, but there was no sound, as if the water was flowing from the underworld. I was trembling with nervousness.

I suddenly remembered that Captain Zheng had asked me at the cafeteria table, "Are you bold?" "It's not like the Ministry of Security is pranking.

There are too many people who love to spoof these days. Whatever? The dignified man is still afraid of this. I pumped myself up, but my hair stood on end. I turned the faucet on to the maximum. The water hits the bottom of the basin violently. I grabbed the water and rushed it to my feet, threw the toiletries into the basin, picked up my phone and ran back.

The raindrops were getting denser and heavier, and the concrete slabs on the roof crackled.

The tree depicts a giant beast on stilts dancing its teeth and claws by the lake.

I flipped my finger on the switch at the bedside, but the light still didn't respond, and I continued to be blind.

I shook off the quilt and covered my face, and fearing that the one-eyed white shadow would enter the room, I quickly jumped up and moved the table behind the door to block it.

I went back to bed, the quilt over my body, and only my eyes were exposed.

Click—lightning swept the room again.

Squeak - this is the sound of the table legs rubbing against the concrete floor as they move.

Creak - the door is being pushed open inch by inch. A strand of long hair drifted into the crack of the door in the wind.

I jumped up, ran to the door, and slammed against the table. There was a force outside the door confronting me.

I grabbed the corner of the table with both hands, my toes on the floor, and my head on the door panel, and I tried my best to close the door again.

The lock of hair disappeared through the crack in the door.

The power outside the door also suddenly disappeared.

I jumped on the table and pressed it with my own weight.

Ding dong. I received a ** on my phone, and the crisp ringtone suddenly broke the stagnant air and startled me.

I saw a faint blue light coming from under the covers. The phone is under the covers. I rushed over to get my hands on it, and sat down on the table behind the door.

I clicked on the ** window, and saw a "1" written on the "Discover" button, and when I stretched out my finger and clicked on, it was a stranger who found me through the search function of "People Nearby" and sent a message:

"Add me!"

This message undoubtedly emboldened me. My index finger quickly clicked on the screen: "Who?" ”

"Have you forgotten me?" The other party replied quickly.

"How do I know who you are?"

"Haven't you been looking for me?" This tone is very similar to Lin Xiaowan.

"Who the hell are you? In the middle of the night, don't pretend to be a ghost. ”

"I didn't pretend." The other party is innocent.

"Then you tell me who you are first, and I'll add you."

"I'll tell you if you add it, otherwise you won't believe it."

"Won't believe it? What do you mean? ”

I clicked on the other party's message to view: the message shows "WE3126". What does "W" mean, is it a pinyin abbreviation for "Wang" or "Wu"? What is "E" and is it a pinyin abbreviation for "love"? Or "we" in English. What does "3126" mean? I was racing through the vocabulary in my head.

The other party's "Signature" column reads:

"Wait for you until you appear, even if thousands of years have passed".

Love poems are the same, very beautiful, but at this time it seems creepy.

Looking at the other party's head again, it is the back of a woman's head, her neck is as white as jade, her hair is like a ring, and the clouds are dyed with ink.

How do you take a picture of the back of your head? It's so puzzling.

There are a lot of photos in her "personal album", but they are all portraits of ancient women, I can't say which dynasty for a while, anyway, it's very ancient, most of them are golden hairpins on their heads, jade pendants hanging from their waists, and wide sleeves and long clothes.

I was so stunned by the thing outside the door that I couldn't grasp the point when I checked my phone.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong...... The text kept ringing. The other party kept sending messages:

"Add me?"

"Did you add me?"

"Speak."

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I found the "People Nearby" button in the "Discover" directory, clicked it, and more than a dozen contacts appeared on the screen, each with a distance from me displayed below it. I slid my finger up and down again, and "WE3126" burst into my eyes, only a meter away from the display.

One meter, what's going on? On this strange midnight, on this peninsula surrounded by lakes on three sides, there are people who have not slept like me, and who are so close to me.

Who will she be? Could it be—oh my God, that white shadow, she's just outside the door?