I was very uneasy, and I tried to smell the smell in the air, trying to find out the traces of strangers, but because I had killed insects and disinfected during the day, there was a strong smell of insecticide and disinfectant everywhere, and no matter how good my nose was, I couldn't tell the smell of a person.

After smelling for a long time, I only smelled a little of the fragrance of lilies that I bought during the day, and there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable medicinal alcohol.

I didn't dare to relax, I moved my body against the wall, and checked every room on the first floor, and my movements were as rigid as if I was making a movie.

The kitchen was the last place, and I fumbled to turn on the light to check, and there was no one, not even a sign of a break-in.

I leaned against the door and thought, thinking that it might be because I had been tortured by my grandfather Su Mosen for too many years, and my nerves had become a little abnormal and suspicious.

Thinking like this, he put down the gun, took cold water to wash his face, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk, and drank slowly with his back against the dining table.

There were so many pictures on the fridge, and I was smiling like a fool on each one, not to mention how happy I was, and I laughed when I looked at it.

I don't have parents, I grew up living with my grandfather, he kept me in captivity like a beast, and he kept me at home for the rest of the time, except for letting me go to college in Hangzhou for a year, and didn't allow me to go out, I wasn't allowed to surf the Internet, I wasn't allowed to use my mobile phone, I wasn't allowed to do this, I wasn't allowed to do that.

It wasn't until he suddenly disappeared more than four years ago that my life finally got a little normal, I could make friends, and I could take pictures as much as I wanted.

I developed my favorite photos, pasted them on the fridge, put them next to the TV in the living room, and even enlarged them to make a photo wall and hang them all over the bedside in the bedroom. When Su Mosen comes back one day, he will definitely be so angry that he will blow his beard and stare at me, and punish me for all kinds of physical training.

He didn't like me to take pictures, and he explicitly forbade it.

Now I shoot partially, I shoot a lot, I look at it and feel beautiful, and I feel proud in my heart, making up for my lack of confidence in many aspects.

To make sure I wasn't dreaming, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, then opened the gate and went out into the yard to check it out.

There was no abnormality, and the big iron door was locked well, so I was completely relieved, and I felt that it was indeed nervous, so I went back to the bedroom, locked the door, and continued to sleep.

But not long after I fell asleep again, I heard movement in the living room downstairs again, and this time I didn't waste time, and immediately jumped up and grabbed my gun and rushed downstairs.

I remember when I went upstairs just now, it seemed that the lights in the hallway were turned on, but this time it was turned off, and it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers in the hallway.

I tiptoed downstairs and saw the north-facing windows of the living room being opened, and the wind was pouring in, blowing the curtains up and down like waves.

What's even worse is that the door is also open, and the moonlight flows in like clear water, illuminating the outline of some of the furniture, as if in the darkness where the moonlight does not shine, there is a female ghost with red eyes and long hair covering her face, who pops out and grins at me every minute.

I steadied my gun and walked into the yard step by step, swearing in my heart, I have watched too many horror movies, and I have experienced more things that are more terrifying than horror movies, I don't believe that there is anything else in the house where I have lived for so many years to scare me to collapse!

The only thing that makes me feel a little surprised is why I am wearing such a thin cotton pajama in the unexpectedly cold weather of the Great New Year, but the wind blows on my body, and I don't feel cold at all.

The wind blew very chaotically, from south to north, from east to west, and the two big red lanterns under the eaves were flying in the wind, and the rhythm was about to break at any time.

As soon as I got to the door, I could see that something was wrong.

In the center of the courtyard was a pot of cactus.

Since Su Mosen's disappearance, I have always taken care of this house by myself, inside and out, and I have done everything myself, and the big cactus ball has always rested on the long stone next to the iron gate, but I don't know who put it on the concrete floor in the courtyard, which is simply inexplicable.

I glanced around the yard and found nothing else. Then he stood firm against the door frame, staring at the flowerpot in the middle of the courtyard, taking a deep breath, and then a deep breath.

I took two steps forward, and I was sure that the pot I used to grow cactus balls, but now it is planted in it, and it is definitely not a cactus.

Dingjing walked forward again, got closer, and saw clearly that the flower pot was really not a cactus, but a human head.

It's really a human head.