I quickly took out a Swiss army knife I was carrying, after all, I just heard Liang Zi talk so nonsense, saying how evil this place is, and when I encounter this situation again, my heart is really a little hairy.

Just as I was thinking nonsense, a loud yelling suddenly came from the hallway: "What are you doing? ”

I almost jumped on the spot twice with this roar, and I almost had a heart attack.

Fortunately, at that time, I could be sure that this was a sound made by a person and not a zongzi, Wuhan locals spoke so loudly, that kind of very high-pitched tone can be heard very clearly even if you stand more than ten meters away, Leng Buding was yelled at in the corridor like this, and anyone would be confused.

When I looked back, I saw a middle-aged man in a security uniform standing in the far side of the corridor, with two round eyes.

But he obviously didn't realize how loud his voice was, and he was still alert and asked me what I was doing here.

I had to take out my phone and pretend to be filming a video, talking to him while looking for a chance to sneak out.

Unexpectedly, this security guard not only had a loud voice, but also had an extremely hot temper, and scolded me a lot in Wuhan dialect, and I didn't understand a word.

Then he escorted me downstairs until he pushed me out of the door and turned back to lock the door.

I was wondering how he had found me, when I suddenly saw a surveillance probe on the street lamp shelf at the bottom of the building.

It turned out to be a false alarm, but on the way back, I still felt that the wheezing sound I heard at the door of 401 just now was very real and weird, and it didn't look like it was from the security guard.

Probably, there really was something in that room.

I was a little hesitant, should I continue this work?

Speaking of which, I don't have any concerns about those things that are forbidden to yin and yang, because I have known a Mr. yin and yang since I was a child.

He's a neighbor of my hometown, and he shares the same surname as me, but he's not related by blood.

Outsiders call him your grandfather, but I call him uncle.

Ever since I could walk, I liked to run to him to listen to stories, and although he had never been to the city a few times in his life, he had a very thorough understanding of Zhou Yi Bagua Yin Yang Feng Shui.

At that time, when the people in the village were sick or encountered something strange at home, they were always the first to find his house, as long as the noble master had a hexagram, it could be resolved quickly.

During this period, he told me a lot of strange tales throughout the ages, what taboos after hitting ghosts, walking at night and not being able to casually put on someone's shoulder, etc., and even taught me how to make hexagrams.

It's a pity that I rarely go back to my hometown after college, and I haven't seen him for many years now.

It is precisely because of his influence that I am not afraid of any ghost knocking on the door or anything like that, because he told me that the reason why some people see ghosts is because they are afraid of ghosts.

But everyone has two bright lights on their shoulders, and as long as the lamps are not extinguished, the ghosts cannot come close to you, provided that you are not afraid or frightened, otherwise the bright lights will go out.

It's just that this time the situation is obviously a little different, about the nautical charts, about the Japanese ghost building, I vaguely feel that there is always some unspeakable weirdness behind all this.

I was about to find a place to rest before I could talk about it, but I accidentally found a note in my pocket at some point.

When I opened it, it read, "Go on, what you're looking for is inside." ”

I quickly looked around and found that there was not even a single person nearby.

With my training at the police station, I would have been aware of anyone approaching me, but this time I was stuffed with a note without knowing it.

I shuddered, if this person came here to stir up the situation, then his methods were definitely not bad.

And if it is the person arranged by Professor Wu, it is exactly what I said in the text message I received, this person is by no means simple.

At the same time, it also shows that all my actions are being targeted, which is something I really don't want to see.

Whether this was Professor Wu's arrangement or someone else, it seemed that this matter had to be continued.

On the one hand, the person who stuffed the note with me, or Professor Wu, would not let me give up halfway, and on the other hand, I began to wonder what would happen next if I could find a nautical chart.

At this time, it was still very hot outside, and the scorching sun made me a little upset, so I saw that there was a guest house next to it, so I decided to go first and open a room to blow the air conditioner, and then talk about sleeping.

When I woke up at seven o'clock in the evening, I came to the lobby of the guest house and saw a small restaurant next to it, so I went in and ordered some food and a few bottles of beer.

After eating, it was already completely dark outside, just in time for me to move.

I walked to the vicinity of Building 6, intending to take a look at my surroundings and wait until everything was safe before going in.

With the lessons of the day, the main entrance of this building cannot be entered again, otherwise if the security guard finds out through the surveillance, it will definitely come out again and scare me half to death.

All the windows on the first floor are welded with steel bars, and if you want to get in, you can only go around the back of the building and climb up to the second floor and get in through the windows.

When I reappeared in the hallway on the fourth floor, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and the dim voice-activated lights turned on and off with the sound of my footsteps, and the atmosphere was very similar to the plot of a Japanese ghost movie.

I stood in front of 401 and listened carefully for a long time, trying to make sure the wheezing was still there.

This time, however, I didn't hear any sound, and the hallway was so quiet that I could make out my own heartbeat.

I took out a crowbar that I had prepared in advance and clamped it into the crack in the door, only to hear a "creak" and something seemed to fall from behind the door panel.

Then I took a few steps back and slammed the door open.

The room was pitch black, and if you took two steps, you could feel the dust on the floor, as if you were walking in the sand.

By the light of the hallway, I saw several thick planks lying on the ground, with a row of rusty nails nailed to them.

Only then did I realize that the door was not locked, but sealed with a wooden board.

Then, I turned on the flashlight and looked around, only to see that there were several rows of bookshelves in the room, and some miscellaneous items were scattered on the floor.

At first, I thought that since the door was sealed from the inside, and there was no other entrance or exit in the whole room, then this room must be strange, at least it means that the person who sealed the door with the wooden board never went out again.

But after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't see any other traces except for the footprints I stepped on when I came in just now, and I was a little relieved.

I don't know if I was too sensitive or too nervous, but among the miscellaneous items under the bookshelf, I saw a person curled up there, looking like he was sleeping under a quilt.

I took a few deep breaths to calm my emotions, thinking that I must not panic at this time.

I tentatively lifted the layer of oilcloth on the cover, only to find that it was a quilt, and a stench came to my face, and I almost fainted with disgust.

It looks like no one has been in this place for years, which means that even if there are any big dumplings, they will definitely not be here.

It was not yet nine o'clock, and the moonlight outside was dimly shining in, so I took out my cigarette case and lit a cigarette, ready to take a breath and move to see if I could find anything.

However, I fell asleep on the dusty floor for some reason, as if I had been tied to a jack pendant.

In a daze, I suddenly felt as if a hand was on my shoulder, and then I heard a voice in my ear keep saying, "What you are looking for is here......"