A month ago, late at night.

Shen Fu has been dead for almost a year, and since Li Meifang prepared for the man's funeral, she can finally rest.

During the year, she spent time with men's relatives and was comforted by friends. The sympathetic gazes cast one by one almost suffocated her.

No one knows what she was thinking. They all thought that Li Meifang was a strong woman who suffered the pain of losing her husband alone, but in fact, when Li Meifang stared at the black and white portrait at the funeral, she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud several times.

The twitching of the corners of her mouth was not due to grief, but a kind of exhilarating dripping from the burden.

That man, finally dead!

Li Meifang covered her face, her body trembling. No one would have thought that the face under the palm of the hand had already torn out a big arc at the corner of the mouth.

All they would say would be "Oh, that's pathetic!"

It's almost twelve o'clock in the morning, but Li Meifang doesn't want to sleep at all. She wants to stay awake, and only in the moment of refreshment does she have a sense of reality.

I don't know how many times she dreamed back at midnight, and she dreamed that the man was not dead. The man in the dream just came towards her in a wheelchair and scared her out of a cold sweat.

After waking up, lying on the bed, she was still afraid, and there was a slight sense of guilt in her complex emotions.

Li Meifang poured a glass of warm water, lowered the sound of the TV, leaned back on the sofa, and watched a boring variety show.

She struggled with the drowsiness in her body, and the reality show with the script walking on the TV had a hypnotic effect. Just as her eyes narrowed, she heard a knock on the iron door.

Li Meifang shuddered and regained consciousness.

She looked at the clock on the wall, and saw that the hour, minute, and second hands were overlapping.

It was exactly twelve o'clock in the morning.

It's so late, who will bother?

She put on cotton slippers, put on a coat, and walked to the entrance, "Who?"

No one answered.

Li Meifang muttered strangely, and thought about it, it might be the drunken old man next door who had found the wrong door.

"That old man, sooner or later, will drink his life. She grumbled and walked back.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door again.

Li Meifang returned the same way, put her face on the iron door, and was a little angry, "Who is outside?

The only thing that answered was the sound of the wind.

The cool breeze blows, and it's creepy.

Li Meifang stood on tiptoe a little and looked out from the cat's eye above. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. But the strange thing is that the voice-activated lights are always on.

Knock knock.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

......

When the knock sounded, Li Meifang was still leaning against the iron door for most of her body. The strong knock made the door tremble a little, and the shaking was finally transmitted to the woman, startling her.

"Who's outside, is anyone's child playing a prank?" Li Meifang shot back unhappily, "Are you the kid from 203, if you play like this again, be careful that I will tell your parents tomorrow!"

With Li Meifang's warning, the knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"That's why I hate children......" Li Meifang put her mind at ease, turned around, and was about to return to the living room when the chandelier on the porch suddenly flashed, causing her to look back.

So, Li Meifang discovered a strange place.

The voice-activated light line revealed from the gap at the bottom of the iron door was missing. One section was covered with shadows, which meant that the child was still outside the door and had not left.

"Really, what else do you want to do? Do you have to tell your mother now?" Li Meifang opened the door in frustration, not seeing the little boy she expected.

In fact, no one is there.

There was a cool breeze, as if something was passing through the hall. That thing, with a familiar musty smell.

Li Meifang shuddered, immediately closed the door, ran to the bedroom, and turned on all the lights. She tore open the quilt and wrapped it around her, feeling a pang in her heart.

It looks like the man is back!

No way, he died, I watched him cremated with my own eyes!

Li Meifang shrunk into the quilt and sat on the inside of the double bed. She closed her eyes tightly and her heart beat violently.

Simmons goes up and down. Something is wrong, it looks like someone has climbed into this bed!

Li Meifang covered her eyes with her two hands, her eyes squinted, and she looked at the bed beside her from between her fingers. I saw that the mattress, which was originally flat, was now pressed down. It was as if something transparent was lying on it.

"Ahh

The lights were on all night. Li Meifang stayed awake all night.

The next day, her neck, arms, thighs, waist and abdomen ...... On the skin, a large patch of red rash was issued. The itching doesn't stop.

At this point, she was sure. Last night, the man returned. Moreover, not as a human being.

What are you coming back for?

Li Meifang desperately scratched the skin of her whole body, gritting her teeth. She is well-maintained, and although she is over middle age, her skin is still smooth and fair. But now, she can't take care of it.

I saw that there was no intact skin on her whole body, and there was a red patch everywhere. The long nails scratched the blood one after another, and there was red oozing.

Damn, why are you so ghostly?

Want to get rid of me and go to Infernal Hell?

There are no doors.

Li Meifang packed up her things early that morning, moved out of the house, and went to live in the hotel.

However, things didn't get any better.

Wherever she moved, the knock would ring at the door at twelve o'clock in the morning. If she didn't open the door, the disturbing commotion would last all night, and only she could hear it.

"Ah Fang, why have you been so haggard lately?" asked the little sister Lan Yuan worriedly.

"I ......" Li Meifang hesitated again and again, and told Lan Yuan about being entangled by her ex-husband's ghost. If she doesn't find someone to talk to, I'm afraid she will really be tortured and go crazy.

"He must be reluctant to give you up, it's so good," Lan Yuan sighed, only when Shen Fu was reluctant to give up the plaice, "But ah, being entangled by a ghost will damage your Yang Yuan!"

"What can I do about this?" Li Meifang panicked.

"Don't worry, I'll introduce you to a very spiritual Mr. Yin and Yang, he, he has seen feng shui in my new building before, but he is ...... spirited" Lan Yuan muttered while rummaging through his bag, "Take it, this is Mr. Yin and Yang's business card." ”

"Jade smokes. Yan Sanbai. "The business card has a shop and the name of Mr. Yin and Yang written on it.

"Yan Sanbai. Li Meifang repeated.

"Sir, I'm bothering again, but this time it's not my business, it's my little sister, she ......"

A lazy male voice interrupted directly without waiting for Lan Yuan to finish speaking, "You were entangled in something, and from the time you came in, I smelled a fishy smell." The man leaned back in his chair, and he pointed to Li Meifang and said.

Unlike the lazy manners, the man's face is full of vitality.

"Yes, my little sister is haunted by the ghost of his ex-husband......" Lan Yuan wanted to explain.

"It's not the ghost that haunts you, it's the 'ghost'. "The man's gaze is pressing.