The black coffin was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the four corners of the walls were crossed by cobwebs, and the skin of the walls had long since peeled off, even revealing the red bricks inside.

The house is full of messes that look like people can live, and who will put the coffin and the portrait in the room where they live.

In a panic, a terrible thought flashed through my mind, could it be that the old man was not alive at all!

I subconsciously glanced in the direction of the library building, and suddenly found a figure standing at the window on the third floor, and when I looked closely, it was the old man in black!

Under the cold moon, the old man's face was pale, as if he had smeared a layer of white face.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled with a sad smile, his black and white eyes stared at me deadly, and his arms waved in the air like a machine, as if waving at me.

Seeing such a strange scene in front of me, how could I still care whether the old man was dead or alive, I hugged the box in my arms and got out of the iron door, and ran towards the road in the distance like crazy.

I looked behind me as I ran, but luckily the old man didn't chase him out.

By the time I got to the side of the road, I was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, I was half-bent over and panting, and I could even hear the pounding heartbeat in my chest.

The cold sweat oozing from the fright soaked all the clothes on my back, and the cold wind blew and the cold was biting, which made me shudder.

Since it was the Midyear Festival, the originally lively streets became very deserted, and even taxis were scarce, so I stood in the roadside flower bed and waited for about 20 minutes before getting into a taxi.

The first thing I do when I get in the car is not to tell the driver where I'm going, but to see what the driver looks like.

It doesn't matter if it's an unfamiliar face, but if I meet the same driver again, I'll have to get out of the car.

His unusual behavior was enough for me to be wary of him, and besides, there were relatively few taxis operating tonight, and there was a high probability of encountering him again, so I had to be on guard.

After many observations, I made sure that the driver was not the same person as the driver who had handed me the cigarette earlier, and then I said my destination, and only after the car started did I open the window and let out a long sigh of relief.

The cool evening breeze should have been a comfortable mood, but at this time, my heart was up and down, as if a stone had been pressed on my chest, making me feel extremely suffocated in my chest.

Is the old man you see in the library a human or a ghost?

If it was a human being, how could he put the coffin and his own portrait in the guardhouse?

In the reading room, he said that he lived in the guardhouse, but it was a mess and it was not a place for people to live.

But if it was a ghost, why didn't he harm me, besides, I heard that there was no sound at all when the ghost walked, so what was the sound of footsteps?

Could it be that there is a third person in the reading room besides me and the old man?

Several mysteries were intertwined in my mind, and I couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, the purpose of going to the library this time is to get this box, and now that the box has arrived, it has nothing to do with me whether the old man is a human or a ghost.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, I just wanted the driver to turn on the radio and play music to relieve my mood, but before I opened the door, there was a sudden sound of electricity in the walkie-talkie on the dashboard, followed by a man's voice.

"Have you pulled a young man in his twenties in front of the third library tonight, tell me if you do, and there will be a big thank you!"

Hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, my originally relaxed nerves instantly tensed, and my waist unconsciously straightened forward.

The voice was exactly the same as that of the driver who had taken me to the library, and the time and age were right, so it seemed that I was the person he was looking for!

I was glad I didn't run into him before, but now it's good that I blatantly came to the door.

This is really a grievance, and I didn't provoke him, why did he catch me and not let go, isn't he afraid that I will call the police to arrest him?

"Didn't the library ever die, who dared to go over there to solicit customers, this is impatient living, right?"

"That's it, today is the Midyear Festival, let's stop and go home early, don't really bump into anything unclean."

"Dude, don't scare people at night, I'm still going to work on the gas pedal until dawn!"

The driver in the cab also picked up the walkie-talkie and replied after hearing the reply of the other driver.

As soon as the driver put down the walkie-talkie, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his head was slightly sideways, he glanced at me from the rearview mirror, and asked curiously: "Dude, isn't the intersection where you were standing at the third library, could it be that he is looking for you?" ”

"Master, it's true that it's the third library in there, but you didn't see me come out of that road with your own eyes, I just went to have a meal with my colleagues near there, I don't believe you smell the smell of wine in my mouth."

As I spoke, I leaned forward, opened my mouth and let out a sigh at the driver.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and said with a disgusted face: "No, it's not, what the hell are you angry at me!" ”

"Aren't I afraid that you won't believe it, by the way, master, do you know the person who asked the walkie-talkie just now?" I asked tentatively as I looked at the driver apologetically.

The previous driver had bad intentions, first asked me to smoke a discontinued cigarette with ecstasy incense, and now he openly asked me about my whereabouts on the walkie-talkie, if I knew his name, I would directly sue the operating company, and first seize his car, so as not to cause any more innocent people to be victimized, which can be regarded as a chivalrous act.

"Know an egg, the drivers of the same operating company all share an intercom line, and one operating company has hundreds of fewer people, I fucking know who said it?"

The driver was probably a little tired of my angry behavior just now, so his tone was not very friendly.

Seeing this, I didn't ask any more questions, and the walkie-talkie fell silent until I got out of the car and didn't ring again.

When I got back to my apartment, I took a shower and washed off my stinky sweat.

By the time I finished cleaning up, it was already about one o'clock in the evening, and most of the people had already rested at this point, and I didn't expect many tourists in the live broadcast room to still wait for me.

After placing my phone, I started the live broadcast, but what I didn't expect was that as soon as the live broadcast room opened, a steady stream of visitors poured in.

In just three or five seconds, hundreds of thousands of visitors have poured into the live broadcast room, which really flatters me.

Before I stepped into this industry, I often watched live broadcasts, and they all said that I became a doctor after a long illness, and I also spied on one or two of them, like the live broadcast industry, generally twelve o'clock is a dividing line.

At this point in time, it was very common for the big anchor live broadcast room to be 100,000 plus, but after 12 o'clock, even the number of visitors in the live broadcast room of the big anchor can only be stable at about 20,000 or 30,000, not to mention that it is already 1 o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the screen full of messages and the constant floating gifts, my previous fear was suddenly swept away, fuck the driver and the old man in black, making money is the king.

After I put on the headset, I stared at the mobile phone screen, and first threw my fists at the tourists in the live broadcast room, and then came an opening sentence: "Hello guys, I didn't expect you to be really cheering, and you are still waiting for me in the live broadcast room so late, I promised you to open the box for the live broadcast after you go home, and the big husband is hard to chase after the horse, now open your eyes wide, and see what is hidden in Shenhao's box!" ”

I turned my head to look at the bed next to me, but after glancing at it, I was stunned, and the box I had brought back from the library was gone!

No, I came in with the box, and when I entered the house, I put the box on the bed and went to the bathroom to shower.

After I came out, my mind was full of live broadcasts, so I didn't pay attention to whether the box was still there, could it be that someone came in at home?

Seeing that the box was missing, I didn't care about continuing to talk to the tourists in the live broadcast room, so I took off the headset and got up to look for the box in the house.

The rented area where I live is not very large, except for the bedroom, there is only a living room of more than ten square meters.

After looking for the bedroom, I went to the living room to take a look, but there was no trace of the box in the living room, and it was difficult to hide money in a palm-sized place, let alone such a large box.

"It's weird, I remember going upstairs with the box and ...... at the door"

I patted my head and suddenly came back to my senses, the box was not lost, it was left outside the door by me!

When I entered the door before, because the key was in the backpack, it was inconvenient for me to hold the box, so I put the box on the ground, I must have forgotten to bring the box in when I entered the door!

After thinking about it, I quickly ran to the door, opened the door and looked down, and the navy blue box was indeed placed on the ground on the side of the door.

When I saw the box, I breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick it up, and went back to the house.

I put my headset back on after a false alarm, and was just about to bring the box to the visitor to unpack it on the spot, when the message scrolling on the screen caught my attention.

"Anchor, your dad lives with you?"

"It's definitely not his father, the anchor looks like he's twenty-six or seventeen years old, how can his father be seventy or eighty years old, I guess it's his grandfather!"

Looking at the messages on the public screen, I was confused for a while, what dad and what grandpa, I was alone in the room, could it be that they watched the live broadcast?

Although I didn't pay much attention to this, I still subconsciously asked: "What are you talking about, I am alone in the house, where is my father and grandfather, you are deliberately taking advantage of me, right?" ”

I originally wanted to use this incident to make a joke with the tourists in the live broadcast room, but the next message floating on the public screen made me sweat all over my body, and my whole person was numb!

"Anchor, when you went out to get the box just now, an old man in black followed you in, didn't you see it?"