In the afternoon of the second day, I came out of the magazine office and took the subway to the Panjiayuan antique market.

Today, because it is not a Saturday or Sunday, there are not many people visiting the market.

I walked towards a few antique shops on the east side of the gate, and saw a thin old man in his 60s, like Mr. Ma Sanli, who was drinking tea alone, and I walked in.

The old man held two walnuts in his hand and looked at me: "Master, what are you looking for?"

I was a little embarrassed: "The shopkeeper, I want to ask you about a person, and he is also the owner of our Panjiayuan antique shop." ”

The thin old man didn't look at me to buy anything, but he didn't shake his face, and said with a pleasant face.

"I've been in Panjiayuan for more than 20 years, and this circle is not big, and they are all familiar, who do you ask?"

"Thank you, is there anyone named Da Lao Li?"

The thin old man shook his head as he stared at the ceiling for a long time.

"Da Lao Li, a little raw, just came, why haven't I heard of this person. ”

I said I don't know if it's new, but I know it's called Da Lao Li.

The thin old man smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, man, I really can't help you." ”

After I thanked him, I changed two or three more, but I had never heard of this person, and the last female boss said that many out-of-town stall owners rent houses in the basement of Baihuan Home, and you can go there to scan and listen.

Seeing the stalls and stores closing and closing, I couldn't continue to ask, so I found the Baihuan Home Community.

Baihuan Home is next to the south of the Panjiayuan Antique Market, and I don't know which building when I enter the gate of the community, so it is almost the same if I am looking for a needle in a haystack.

I stood at the door, looking at a few old buildings, hesitated and wanted to go back, but if I didn't find Da Lao Li, the mystery of Luo Li's disappearance would not be solved, and the mystery of my amnesia would not be answered.

I walked into the door of the nearest unit in Building 2, there were people coming in and out, there was a half-hidden white iron door diagonally opposite the two elevator doors, I pushed the door in, and it was indeed a corridor inside, down to the basement.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and went down the stairs step by step.

There is Spider-Man hanging in the corner of the staircase, the handrail is covered with dust, you can see the traces of insects crawling, there is old furniture stacked in the corner of the staircase and a broken sofa, after turning the corner, there is no light, it is pitch black, the light of the mobile phone flashlight is weak, it can only illuminate the range of one or two meters in front of me, I carefully looked at the feet, one step at a time and walked down slowly.

The basement is not seen in the sun all day long, it is the place where the yin is the heaviest, the more I walk, the more eerie I feel, the wind gusts, it is said that ghosts like to stand against the wall, I try to walk in the middle of the stairs, don't accidentally reach out and touch them.

Finally, I went down to the 9th basement floor, and at the top of the staircase was a heavy iron door, and I pushed it open, and there was a long basement passage inside, with light bulbs flashing on the top, and thick and thin pipes all over my eyes.

I took a breath and walked deeper into the aisle, and I was surprised to find that there was a door on the left hand side of the aisle, and further inside, there was a clothesline on my head, and men's and women's clothes were hung, as well as children's.

Sure enough, there are people living here!

It was before the 2017 Dahongmen apartment fire, which killed 19 people, all of whom were tenants of boarding houses, known as ant tribes, who began cleaning up the basements of boarding houses.

In the first few years of coming to Beijing, I also lived in a basement and was a "rat clan", so I was not in a good mood when I saw these people.

As I walked, I was distracted when a figure suddenly appeared in front of me, startling me.

A bearded uncle, wearing red pants, was collecting clothes, and he saw that I was expressionless.

I nodded as a greeting, and then asked him, is there anyone named Da Lao Li here?

The beard shook his head.

I said thank you, squeezed past him, and just took a few steps before my beard stopped me.

"You're talking about a balding old man, right?"

I don't know what Elder Li looks like, I'm a little dazed.

The bearded man pursed his lips and pointed mysteriously to the ground: "Down there." ”

My hairs stand on end, and I'm dead?

The bearded man looked at me a little impatiently, and stepped on the ground with his foot and said, "The second basement floor below, next to the garage." ”

I knew I had misunderstood, thanked him, and walked away in the disdainful gaze of the bearded man.

Walking not far, there is a heavy cement door in the aisle in front, leaving a gap wide for one person, and when you look closer, the cement threshold is as high as a knee, and you immediately understand its function, which is used for fire prevention and waterproofing.

I crossed the threshold, and there was still a long hallway, and the scene was almost identical, the door to the left hand side was tightly closed, and it would have been difficult to connect with the large number of rats if it weren't for the gas canister stove in the door and the clothes on top of my head.

There was dead silence in the hallway, except for my own tinnitus caused by stress.

After walking past three or four houses, a staircase suddenly appeared on the right-hand side, and I judged that this might be the entrance to the second basement floor.

I crossed a threshold, walked down the stairs, turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone at the same time, turned around a few times in the dark, and finally saw the parking lot, I walked out of the stairs, in front of me was a huge underground parking lot, because the light was very weak, there was no way to judge how large the area was.

The parking lot was empty and the management was nowhere to be seen.

I searched through the gap in the wall, not sure if I could find it, but I just followed my feelings.

Tick tock......

The sound of water dripping on the roof of the car sounds terrifying.

When I walked far away and was about to give up, I saw a window in front of me, illuminated by the light inside.

I walked briskly over to it.

Sure enough, not far from the parking lot, there was a small house, divided into two floors, with lights on the windows above.

I came to the door, and the door opened open with a faint light on the ground outside the door.

I was about to knock on the door when I suddenly saw a figure standing in the dark shadow next to the door, and I was startled.

I'm going, why don't you say a word, it's weird and scary.

When I walked over, it was a young woman, holding a mop and a mobile phone in the other, making a call.

I wondered why the phone didn't shine, like a dead phone, so who was this woman calling?

"Beauty. "I tried to scream.

The woman didn't seem to hear me, she didn't bird me at all.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and shone it, oh my God, this woman has a sunken hole in her forehead, her brain is flowing out, and half of her face is full of blood!!

I was so scared that I took a step back and almost screamed!

After a few seconds, the woman was still motionless, I felt that something was wrong, and I pretended to have the courage to take a closer look, it was actually a sculpture, this kind of sculpture has been seen several times in Songzhuang in the world, I don't know where the elder Li moved it from.

At this time, I realized that there were two sculptures next to him, an old man in a wheelchair wearing headphones, squinting his eyes, and a very attentive expression, and next to him, an old mother with a scarf was guarding a honeycomb coal stove, and the aluminum pot on it was full of a pot of old corn.

I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead, damn, I didn't know that Da Lao Li still had this interest.

Now that I had lost my patience, I pushed open the half-hidden door and stepped into the room, where the bloody and horrific scene directly pinned me to the spot.

A white-haired old man was lying on his back on the tiled floor next to the glass coffee table, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, his body was twisted, his face and arms were black, and the ground and body were covered in blood!

After a few seconds, I realized if it was another sculpture, so I stepped forward and squeezed the old man's arm with my hand, as well as some elasticity and body temperature.

It's a real person, as if he had just died.

This is a murder scene!

I took a step back, trying to leave quickly, when I felt a cold hand grasp my wrist.