I put my ear to the door and listened for a while, and after confirming that there was only deathly silence inside, I opened the door with the key I had taken from the newsstand, dodged in, and immediately locked the door again, and then quickly scanned the room with a flashlight, and there was a crooked desk standing against the wall on the left, and the table was covered with a thick dust, and there was nothing. In the right corner of the wall was a wire bed, without bedding, and scattered with old newspapers.

The thing Dai Furong said was in the bathroom, and I wanted to quickly cross the room to the bathroom, but my attention was suddenly attracted by something in front of the window that was incompatible with this room, and I immediately stopped, and my nerves seemed a little sluggish and slowed down.

The curtains are tightly drawn, and the thick blackout curtains look ninety percent new, which must have been installed on behalf of Furong, not the original objects here.

In front of the window, there stood a high-end looking monocular, almost brand new, with only a thin layer of floating dust, and the barrel was facing the window, and the angle was slightly downward.

In such a broken room, there is actually a telescope that looks obviously not cheap, which is funny.

I approached, bent down, and pressed my right eye to the tiny peephole in the telescope.

It's pitch black inside.

Of course, it was only pitch black.

Because the curtains are drawn.

What if I pull the curtains open? What will you see in this high-powered telescope? Judging from the direction and angle the lens tube is facing, it should be aimed at a room on the third floor of the same abandoned dormitory building opposite.

I straightened up, took a step back, and stared sharply at the tightly drawn curtains in front of me, knowing in my mind what the room was for.

Dai Furong specially built this room to monitor or spy on some unusual movements in the building across the courtyard.

I took a deep breath, walked over, walked to the window, took a deep breath, and then stretched out my hand to grab one corner of the curtain, but did not immediately open it, because I was faintly uneasy, I felt that it was inappropriate, and something would happen, but I didn't know where this feeling came from, so I was stunned for a while, racking my brains to recall the bits and pieces of contact with Dai Furong, recalling every word he said, thinking about it, turning my head sharply, and looking at the corner behind the door in horror.

Dai Furong instructed on the phone that after entering the house, lock the door, squat down and touch the corner of the wall behind the door, where there are a pair of night vision glasses.

I moved the light of the flashlight to the corner, and sure enough, there was a pair of night vision glasses, black, very new, looking like a high-end product like a telescope, and they stayed in the corner, like a quiet little creature completely unaware of this mysterious world.

I kept my eyes on the night vision goggles for a few seconds, slowly turned my head back to look at the curtains, and my heart shook violently, and I turned off the flashlight with a swipe in my hand.

The huge darkness engulfed me like a shark with its mouth wide open in an instant, and I was so dizzy that I almost couldn't stand on my feet. After recovering from his senses, he carefully moved to the corner of the wall, picked up the night vision glasses and put them on, half-squinted his eyes and moved his gaze to adapt to the increasingly strange green vision as soon as possible.

All objects feel unreal in the night vision effect, as if looking at the world through the eyes of the devil.

The only reason for Dai Furong to install such thick blackout curtains and place night vision glasses is that there can be no light in this room, and the light will expose the surveillance or voyeur function of this room, causing unnecessary trouble, if I don't think about pulling the curtains open just now, I don't know what will happen.

He didn't even remind me!

After weighing the two sides, they decided to complete the things entrusted by Dai Furong first, and then study what they would see in the telescope if they still had spare time, so that if there was any accident, they would not be able to explain to Dai Furong when they turned around.

Thinking about it, I walked into the bathroom, looked up at the ceiling, found the location of the exhaust fan, couldn't reach it, returned to the room and moved the chair in front of the desk that looked a little tattered, carefully stepped on it and then reached up, and with a little effort to remove the exhaust fan, and then probed up, reaching out and touching around.

As I touched it, my imagination began to play tricks again, and I thought that I would touch a miserable white and cold hand, and then there would be a terrible woman's face poking out of the hole in the exhaust fan and smiling at me, this kind of picture was so scary that my hands trembled a little. I always think that I am quite bold, but in fact, when I watch Japanese and Korean horror movies, I am still scared by the image inside.

Thinking about it, my head hurts, and there is a layer of white sweat on my back, but fortunately, Dai Furong didn't hide it too much, and I pulled it on tiptoe and pulled it a few times, a square and hard thing, a bit like a cardboard box, wrapped in three or four layers of thick plastic bags.

I thought I was going to leave soon, so I didn't put my things in my bag, but held them in my hands, and the tranquility around me brought the illusion of emptiness.

After finishing his business, seeing that there was still enough time, and listening to the movements around him that seemed to be nothing wrong, he quietly walked to the window, slowly and carefully opened the curtains, and looked at the opposite side for a while. It's a pity that the night vision glasses don't support this kind of long-distance observation, so I immediately walked to the front of the telescope and put my eyes on it, so I had to see what Dai Furong was doing.

The magnification of this telescope is very high, it is very clear, and the angle and distance are already adjusted, so as soon as the eye comes up, you can see a room.

It was a room on the third floor opposite.

There was a double bed in the room, a set of dressers that looked like they were very old, a writing desk, a chair, and a white candle lit on the dresser, the candlelight flickered, and the scene in the room was a bit of a trance of vanity, like a dream.

But no one.

I straightened up, took off my night vision goggles, closed my eyes and adjusted to the light, and then walked to the window again, using my naked eye to find out where the room I saw in the telescope was on the other side.

It didn't take long to find it.,The room on the east corner of the third floor of the building opposite.,Although it's only a little dim light.,But if you look closely, you can find it.,I think there shouldn't have been a candle there just now, so I didn't notice it when I checked it in the yard.,Of course, it's possible that the angle is obscured.。

At this time, it seems that there is no point in pursuing this, the important thing at the moment is to find out who lives in that house, why Dai Furong has to pay so much attention, specially chose this room and replaced it with curtains and new door locks, and purchased such high-end voyeur equipment.

I went back to the telescope, put my eyes on it again, and felt a bang in my head, and I almost didn't scream.

The picture in the telescope has changed.

A woman dressed in black suddenly appeared in the picture.

The woman stood by the window of the room, motionless, like a shadow cut out of a piece of paper, the clothes on her body were not necessarily black, but the color could not be discerned under the dim light of the candle, plus some kind of unconscious or subconscious, at the first moment, it was determined that the black clothes and the bloodless and expressionless face were a female ghost with a cloak and a hairbeat, and her heart stopped beating for a few seconds, and she felt that the world was really outrageous, and she could come whatever she wanted, and she would come whatever she didn't want.

I pressed my thumping chest and brought my eyes to the telescope again, and the woman stood motionless at the window staring out into the deep night, motionless for a long time, like a wax figure, not at all aware that someone was watching her not far away. After a long time, she turned around, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on her lap and sewed it carefully, suddenly turned her head to look at the back, continued to sew, and looked at the back every other moment, a series of movements were very uncoordinated, and it looked very weird.

Ten minutes later, the woman stood up, walked to the table and picked up the candle, walked around the bed, walked to the wall, and then the light suddenly dimmed, and then suddenly lit up in the next room, it turned out that she had opened a door on the wall connecting the two rooms, and she could go directly from this room to the next room.

The candle in the woman's hand illuminates the room next door, the same pattern, some different things, basin stands, cabinets, boxes and so on. The woman walked to the cupboard and opened the door, put her hand in and took something out, then closed the door, walked back to the room before, put the candle back in its place, and then walked to the bed, and handed the thing in her hand to the bed.

I didn't think that the strange shape and suspicious thing on the bed on the bed would be a living person, just as a large pile of clothes was thrown there, and I didn't think much about it at all, until the woman in black took something from the cupboard in the next room and handed it over, and the stall on the bed moved, stretched out her hand to take it, and I was shocked to find that it was really a person, a living person.

But it must not be a normal person.

I swallowed and focused all my attention on the person on the bed, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, or even where my head was and where my feet were. There was only ...... in the bed How to describe it, it's like someone spits on the ground and casually splashes a shape. Or it was as if Nuwa didn't care when she created a man, and casually threw a piece of mud on the ground, splashing out a shadow with an inhuman shape and a blurred face.

But the shadow is serious, alive, breathing, moving, and even ...... Talking. Now I finally understood what the incongruity of the woman in black was when she turned her face from time to time to look back, it was the person on the bed who spoke to her, and she stopped what she was doing and turned slightly to listen carefully. I didn't know that there was anyone on the bed before, so I thought her movements were strange.

The feeling in my heart is getting worse and worse, worse and worse, and gradually I understand what is wrong, so I instinctively want to pull out my legs and run away, the farther away the better, but my legs do not obey the call, as if nailed to the floor, unable to move.

I couldn't breathe.

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