I can't count on anyone else anymore. I took a closer look and found a different part of this vegetable cellar. That's the light.

In the center of the entire cellar, it was clear that some light seemed to seep in from the top. It shone on the ground.

I walked over and found that the roof of the cellar was open. The door is also the kind of old wooden door, although it is closed, the corners and corners have been worn out, and it is not tightly fitted, so that the light can squeeze in.

The vegetable cellar rack itself is not high, but it still can't touch the top when you raise your hand.

I jumped hard and pushed the door open with my hand. The light from outside hit me in the face in an instant, and I couldn't open my eyes for a while.

After a little slowdown, I was able to get used to the light. I saw the sky outside from the cellar, although I didn't know exactly where I was. But looking at the pristine sky peculiar to the northeastern woods, I was at least sure that I was still near this village.

The follow-up came differently, and there was no ladder in this vegetable cellar. It's still a hassle to get out.

I'm a very average person who jumps, and my body is not against the sky. I looked left and right, and there was nothing that could be borrowed. For a moment I was a little at a loss.

In the end, I had to use the most primitive and effective method, jumping up and barely grasping the edge of the door, and then relying on the strength of my two arms, I did a pull-up, and finally poked my head out.

Digging out of the cellar, I was no different from someone who had died once. I was wearing a lot of clothes, and my back was already sweating a lot.

There was still heavy snow outside, and no one greeted or spoken, and I couldn't even hear the wind. It's a little scary to be quiet.

When I looked up, I saw a small two-story building standing not far away. The small building is in the style of the sixties and seventies of the last century. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother's house was like this. It looks like a villa from the outside, but it's actually very cramped inside. In addition, several families are usually living in a building, which makes it even more crowded. Even the kitchen and bathroom are shared.

The building had apparently been abandoned for a long time, and from the outside, it looked mottled. There was also no glass on the windows, not even a layer of remedial thick plastic sheeting. I thought that this was probably the purpose of Lao Qiu's request for me to come, so I patted the snow on my body and walked over.

I've seen too many houses, and I've seen all the haunted ones, the haunted ones, and the ones that are haunted. This kind of house obviously doesn't scare me. On the contrary, because I have memories of my grandmother's house when I was a child, I feel that this house is a little kind.

The house should have had a courtyard before, but it has been abandoned for too long, and only a few remains of the courtyard wall remain. I'm a little strange, I didn't cut corners when I looked at the bricks used in the courtyard wall, although the northeast wind was fierce, it wouldn't blow the courtyard wall into this virtue, right? Even if it is an earthquake, then how can Xiaolou be safe and sound?

Walking through the snowy courtyard, I saw that the door of the house was closed.

I knocked twice before pushing it away. There was a very familiar creak from the door, rusty and already a little crumbling.

Because of the natural light, it is not dark inside. I glanced at it and saw that the furniture was still there. It's just that it's broken, it's rotten, it's a depression.

In addition to the ash, there are also many large foliage and dry branches everywhere on the ground. They must have been blown in by the strong winds.

I stomped my foot, and the echo in the house was palpable, and dust would immediately fall from the roof. I was afraid that this house would collapse by me, so I had to go cautiously.

When I went inside, I found that the outside of this house looked similar to my grandmother's house. But there is a hole in it. There's a lot of space, and looking at the layout, there's only one family living here. At that time, it was not an ordinary person to be able to live in such a house. But the most strange thing for me is that even if you are not an ordinary person, you can't move your family to this inaccessible place, right? There are only about 20 people in this village now, and if you go back a few decades, this place may be a wasteland. How does the family live here?

I walked around the downstairs and didn't find anything with a clue. The only thing that surprised me a little was that there were a lot of beast footprints. This can't help but make me a little worried.

I didn't find anything special, but it wasn't without a reward. At least I can see that the family should have left very calmly and not in a hurry. Everything was taken away, not even the smallest ornament was left.

Thinking about it, I suddenly realized that I might be wrong, if this qiē was erased so carefully, would this family be erased like the rest of the house?

I pondered and went up to the second floor, and I don't need to describe the sound of my feet stepping on the stairs, just make up the horror movie. The staircase is wooden and already precarious. I was very careful with every kick, and the more I went up, the more my heart thumped, because if I didn't take a step, the chance of falling and hurting myself increased a little bit. Fortunately, a qiē is just a thrill. I made it to the second floor. Looking left and right, there are several rooms. I instinctively went to the one closest to me.

I was amazed by the upstairs environment, and the room I entered was a bedroom. Completely different from downstairs, this room was not emptied, and several things were left behind, large and small. There's an old-fashioned alarm clock, there's an old-fashioned telephone, and even a large teapot for drinking water, and an aluminum lunch box for eating. It's just that there are no signs on them, and I was a little disappointed when I saw it. In those days, usually such daily necessities were not purchased by themselves, but distributed by units, and many units would write the name of the unit on the items they issued. So at first I thought I had found a clue.

I looked around this room and didn't see anything else. I lifted all the blankets off the bed and didn't see anything.

I had to go out and continue to the second room.

Next to the bedroom just now is also a bedroom. The layout inside is roughly the same. It's just that there are fewer things in this room, and only two rotten pencils are visible. There are no blankets on the bed. Look at it and I'll come out.

The third room is larger, and if you look at the layout, it looks a little like a study and a little like a tea room.

There was a large bookcase on one side of the room, but it was empty, and not a single page was visible.

Instead, near the window, there was a roll of woolen carpet that had been rolled up. I put the carpet down and spread it out, and the dust immediately fell everywhere. I couldn't help but cough twice, and nothing was rolled up in the carpet. It's just that there are large smudges on it, and my first impression is that it is blood, but I can't make out it. If it was, there might have been a death in this house. Although the room was big, there was not a single thing. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I went to see the last room.

As soon as I entered the room, I was stunned for a moment, I don't know if it was psychological. Suddenly, I felt that this room looked very familiar.

The layout seems to be the only one that has ever been destroyed, with all the furniture piled to the side. A large area of the house was vacant. On the other side of the house, there is a large iron cabinet. The lock is open.

I didn't rush to look at the iron cabinets, but first at the furniture. There are only a few kinds of furniture, chairs, sofas, and a large desk.

I didn't see anything extra in the gap, so I stepped back and tried to open the door of the iron cabinet.

As soon as I took a step, I jerked my head back. Because I suddenly realized why I was a little familiar with this place, damn this is what I saw in my dreams.

I saw a man drawing the huge coffin on the table, and it was in this room!

Damn, this room is real!

My hairs stand on end, this house must have something to do with Yin He!

Then Lao Feng, including this village, no one can get out of it!

We really came to the right place, but what did Lao Feng want me to come in alone?

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have a clue. I had no choice but to open the door of the iron cabinet. The structure of this iron cabinet is very rough, and many of the welding points have not even been polished and plated, and they have rusted.

When the door opened, there were a lot of things in the room, all of which were bits and pieces. I couldn't see it at a glance, so I could only dig it out little by little.

As soon as I pulled out some of it, I was surprised. I can't figure out the usefulness of this cabinet, if I want to say that it is for sundries, but there are rotten shoelaces in it, and if I want to say that it is for garbage, I actually found a few old versions of RMB.

I looked at it, and something even more surprising appeared. There are not only the old version of the yuan, but even the new version, which is now circulating in the market for one hundred yuan.

I picked up the money and put it in my pocket, and my eyes caught another glimpse of something, it was a business card.