"Since then, I have been silently peeking at my dad, secretly paying attention to his every word and deed. He has a very regular life and goes to the company early every day. It is said that this is his business, and it is no problem to arrive at what time he wants, but he goes out at six o'clock every morning, rain or shine, and does not come back at night until he reaches out and does not see his fingers, obviously hiding from his family. And he behaves very strangely, and hardly communicates with us. In his spare time, he is not writing calligraphy, or reading the animal world. ”

"Looking at the animal world?" I'm a little ridiculous.

"Yes." Peng Gang said: "He especially likes to watch columns such as animals, including domestic animal world, foreign national geography and so on. Whenever an animal appears on TV, he sits upright and watches it intently. It is often possible to watch for a long time. I really don't understand, tigers and lions eat, mate and drink, what's to see. ”

I knocked on the table and lost my mind, what kind of routine is this?

"Did your father behave in any other unusual ways? In addition to disgusting life, looking at the animal world, and autism. To be honest Peng Gang, what you said doesn't mean anything. Men also have menopause, and when they reach a certain age, they are short-tempered and have abnormal personalities, which I think is reasonable. ”

Peng Gang smiled: "I'm going to tell you about the abnormal, even a little terrifying." ”

I opened the notebook and picked up the pen.

"That day, I wanted to talk to my dad about the gong and the drum. Although he died and lived for the rest of his life, he couldn't be so temperamental, not caring about the feelings of others. I went straight to his office without prior notice. When I got to the office and found that he was not there, I asked my secretary. The secretary looked flustered and said that my dad had gone to see the client. I'm very suspicious, I saw that she was lying, and suddenly thought of one thing, my dad's temperament has become so weird, could it be that he raised a little one outside? It's the second wife. ”

I raised my eyebrows, Peng Gang didn't think it was unreasonable.

"When I think of my mother, I have worked hard to run this family, and I have no credit and hard work. My dad was actually raising a junior outside, and I was about to blow up at that time. I slapped the secretary's desk and yelled at the little girl. This girl is also interesting, after all, this is our family matter, and it is not good for her to mix too much. She trembled and said that every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, Boss Peng had to go to the secret room to rest, and said that no one could disturb her. ”

Speaking of this, Peng Gang was a little trembling, picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

"I was so impulsive that my brain was hot, and I forced her to lead me to it. After all, I'm a young owner, and my words still work. Out of the back door of the company, there is a hidden staircase of the office building, and I know that there is such a place in the road that I have never walked through. This staircase is a safe passage, and the building has not been in trouble for more than ten years, and it has long been abandoned. The floor lights in the corridor are not easy to use, and the stairs are twisted and twisted, which is very dark. The little secretary didn't dare to go and told me that every day the boss went down this staircase, and there seemed to be a basement below. At that time, I didn't know what it meant to be scared, and I was very impulsive, so I wanted to confront my dad and ask for clarification. I got back to the office, got a flashlight, and was about to go down. The little secretary grabbed me, squirmed and said, if the boss asks, don't say that I said it. I waved my hand and said, you should be busy with you, it's none of your business. Then I went down. ”

I blinked quickly and quickly asked, "And then?" ”

The staircase in front of me was very dark, and the end seemed to stretch into endless darkness. Peng Gang turned on the flashlight, leaned against the wall, and walked down cautiously. There should be no one here for a long time, the tentacles are all dust, Peng Gang glanced at the road he walked, and the walls were all his own handprints. Those handprints were so clear that he felt a chill down his spine, and he regretted that he shouldn't have been so reckless. But when I went back, I was afraid of the little secretary's jokes, so I went down.

Fortunately, Brother Peng's company is on the fourth floor of the office building, and the journey is not very long, but walking in such an empty and narrow staircase, every minute and second is like torture, and there is no concept of time at all. At the junction of the stairs of the upper and lower floors is a small rotating platform. On each such platform, there are piles of miscellaneous items left behind by unknown eras, broken chairs and broken tables, lamps without lampshades, plastic bags and woven bags, and a lot of them.

There is also an old sofa on the landing on the second and first floors.

Under the dim light of the flashlight, the sofa was very shabby, the cover on the outside was dark yellow, and the springs and cotton were exposed. This is nothing, the most terrifying thing is that a large area of the sofa is recessed, and it actually presents a faint human form. Seeing this scene, Peng Gang was almost suffocated, standing on the stairs in a daze, his legs seemed to be unconscious, unable to take a step.

The light of the flashlight shrouded the shape of the person for a long time, and Peng just regained consciousness and was able to think. He suddenly had a strange thought, could the figure on the sofa be his father lying down?

This secret passage staircase is so terrifying, who can walk around without trouble, it's his father. He couldn't help but fantasize about a picture in his mind, his father Peng Liang, sleeping alone on this broken sofa in the dark. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale, like a corpse.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and after pondering for a long time, he decided to continue to explore the bottom of the matter. Because I don't know if I still have the courage to do it again.

Turn around the first floor and go down to the basement. To his surprise, there were a lot of debris piled up at the staircase, blocking the stairs below.

More and more, he felt that it was not easy here. This kid has an indomitable ruthlessness at a critical time, he holds the flashlight in his mouth, holds the sundries with both hands, and jumps over.

The stairs below cannot be described as gloomy, but pitch black, and you can't see the black of your fingers! There was only the faint light of the flashlight in front of me. He took a deep breath and slowly descended the stairs.

There's no sound at all, and it's maddeningly quiet. As we approached the bottom, there was the sound of water droplets. At this time, he had come to the end, and in front of him was a dilapidated iron door, which was covered with rust, and there was actually a large word "Fu" pasted on the door.

He took the handle, hesitated for a long time, and pulled gently. The door should be opened frequently, and there is no dry friction sound at the door shaft, which seems to be quiet. When the door opened a crack, the sound of music could be heard inside.

"Music? What music? I was so absorbed that I stretched my waist and asked.

"I can't describe it." Peng Gang said: "Very soothing piano accompaniment, low and high notes are staggered, it sounds like sofa music." Do you know the music of the sofa? ”

I scratched my head: "I don't know, as the name suggests, it could be casual music." ”

"Yes. Imagine yourself sitting on a large rooftop sofa facing the sea, with the sea breeze blowing, holding a gently swaying glass of red wine in your hand, listening to soothing and warm music. This kind of music is called couch music. ”

"Is your dad listening to this music? Oh, I wonder if he was under too much pressure and hid in the basement to listen to soothing music to relieve his nerves. I said.

Peng Gang looked at me: "Lao Liu, you have to know that sometimes something that is often very peaceful will become very terrifying in a different environment. For example, how do you feel when you go to an abandoned murderous house and suddenly see a little girl in pajamas? ”

"You mean......" I thought about, "this kind of music is nice on its own, but in the kind of environment you're experiencing, it becomes terrifying?" ”

He pointed at me and didn't speak, just nodded heavily.

I thought of this very much, and there was a neighbor in the old building where I lived before I moved, and the family was all called Buddhist. I once visited his house, and when I entered the door, I heard the sound of "Nima Nyima" Buddhist music chanting, and the greasy Buddha incense in the house was in my nose, and his wife was wearing a sister-in-law (nun) dress, and was sitting in the living room knocking wooden fish. You can imagine that the old lady in her fifties, with an oily yellow face, the corners of her eyebrows and the tips of her eyes are full of anger, accompanied by the sound of the Buddha knocking on the wooden fish, and looking at you with strange eyes from time to time, that kind of occasion is really indescribably creepy. The original very orthodox and majestic Buddha sound makes people feel scared when they change such an environment.

"If you continue to listen, you will know that I am afraid of something." Peng Gang said.

Peng Gang's curiosity at that time completely suppressed his fear, and he carefully pushed open the iron door and walked in. The space inside is very large, especially cold, and you can hear the whining wind in the distance. Peng Gang didn't dare to use the flashlight to illuminate it anymore, so he extinguished the flashlight and looked at the sound, not far away, there was a light. The light is hidden behind a pile of black clutter, and it is not very real.

He had a gut feeling that there must be someone there.

He cautiously walked in that direction, the music wafting through the vast space underground, accompanied by the sound of the piano in the background and a man's warm and deep voice: "...... Please relax your body and mind during the whole process...... Take a deep breath with my voice...... Your body and mind will become more and more relaxed as you take a deep breath......"

This voice sounds very warm, but in this scene, there is an indescribable demonic atmosphere, and the evil sect is powerful. And this evil is not clearly depicted, like a stone blocked in the heart, and goosebumps all over the body rise.

The man's voice faded away, and it was entirely piano accompaniment, interspersed with some sounds, like a group of people chanting in a whisper, not knowing what to say.

Not to mention Peng Gang, even I, the listener, imagined the scene at that time, and my hands and feet were a little cold. I asked in a trembling voice, "Didn't your dad attend some church or underworld?" ”

Peng Gang said: "You mean evil ......"

I nodded: "I've heard that there are doomsday religions abroad that preach doomsdayism. If you think about your father's life and death, he also went to the underworld, maybe he will believe something after he lives. ”

Peng Gang shook his head: "What you said is actually the same as that Mr. Li." That's what he guessed at the time, but I don't think so. Listen to me. ”

Peng Gang got closer and closer, and finally saw what was going on in that bright place. There was a portable lamp on the floor, and a loudspeaker was playing next to it. And his father, Peng Liang, was curled up on a broken blanket. The blanket was so dirty that it couldn't be seen in its original color, and it smelled disgusting. His dad had his back to the out, hunched together like a baby, his hands around his knees.

Peng Gang didn't dare to breathe when he saw the atmosphere, this was too weird. He felt that it was not good to bump into his father's inhumane secret. After hesitating for a moment, let's go out first. I turned around and was just about to leave, because it was too dark, and I stepped on a broken jar with one foot, making a very piercing "dang chang" sound.

His dad reacted quickly, sat up abruptly, turned off the player, turned off the lamp, and plunged into extreme darkness.

Peng Gang was almost suffocated, he didn't dare to move, he was so nervous that his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he could almost hear his heartbeat.

And he also felt that his father also remained seated and did not move.

Father and son looked at each other in the dark, still as statues.