In the dark corridor, Jiang Jinjiu held a small flashlight, covered the lamp head with his fingers, and shone a little light from his fingers to the ground. Take a light step, take a breath for every step, point your toes on the ground first, and then slowly stick to the ground with the soles of your feet, for fear of alarming the sensor lights in the corridor. With his head tilted, his left ear listening downstairs and his right ear listening upstairs, praying in his heart that no one would interfere with him.

When he came to the fourth floor without accident, he only felt that his scalp was tight when he saw a row of yellow rune paper pasted on the door frame of 401. The light shifted downwards and a big face shone out! A pair of bulb-sized eyes were fierce, and his heart pounded and pounded in shock.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a portrait of Zhong Kui.

Jiang Jinjiu smiled contemptuously, thinking that it was quite complete, why didn't he bring the Jade Emperor as well.

But the inner mockery was only to hide the nervousness, and the hand holding the key betrayed him, and there was almost no blood in the cover of his thumb nails.

He slowly stretched out his hand, inadvertently saw Zhong Kui's fierce face, and felt that his soul was about to be taken away by Zhong Kui's two big eyeballs at close range, and he took a step back in a panic.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, mocking himself for being so timid.

He turned off the flashlight, stretched out his hand again, and unconsciously aimed his gaze at Zhong Kui. The portrait in the darkness was blurred, but the two white eyes were very clear. He made up Zhong Kui's fierce appearance in his brain, and was scared back again.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. He was tired of the silence now, and he wanted someone to give him advice on whether to go or stay.

He stood there with dark eyes, thinking that the past few minutes had passed, but in fact only a few seconds had passed, and he regretted that he had been bored with the thought of silence.

When people can't see things in the dark, their sense of hearing becomes sensitive.

The sound of the toilet flushing, the sound of rushing water through the sewer pipe, the sound of something being knocked over, the sound of something scratching the floor...... The night was very clear when it was quiet, but he couldn't identify the source, which disturbed him very panicked. In particular, the sound of the door closing in the corridor shook people's hearts.

Jiang Jinjiu didn't dare to delay any longer, took a deep breath and held it in his mouth, carefully opened the door lock, slowly opened half of the door, squeezed into the house and closed the door, leaned on the door and listened carefully, he didn't hear any sound, he let out a long breath.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at his watch, eleven fifteen.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that it took more than ten minutes to go up the fourth floor, and it made people laugh to death when he said it.

He turned on his flashlight, found himself in the hallway, and walked two steps into the living room. The living room was empty, there was not a single piece of furniture, the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, and a layer of dust was stuck to the white walls. The corners of the walls and the corners of the roof were covered with cobwebs, and the webs were covered with dust.

He found the light switch, but it wouldn't turn on. He was not surprised, and went to the right side of the entrance. Looking through the glass on the door, inside is the kitchen.

He opened the door, "I'll go!" Stinks to death! ”

There were a few flies swirling on the kitchen sink, and the sink resembled the back of a toad, emitting the stench of mud from the gutter.

The door panel under the sink was removed, and the walls of the sewer pipes were covered with fine gray-black hairs, and the adjacent walls were covered with mold. Cockroaches roam the neighborhood unscrupulously, leaving countless footprints on the white cabinet walls.

The kitchen floor was covered with black unidentified objects, large or small, some of which were clinging to the corpses of flies and caterpillars, and some of which were shiny green, and there was no dust on them.

He frowned, turned and walked into the next door.

This is a second bedroom.

In the corner to the right of the door is a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe, the door is ajar, and the cobwebs inside are staggered, except for a waistcoat rolled up in the corner on the middle partition.

To the left of the door is a set of desks and chairs, in the style of a wooden double desk in a school classroom from the late seventies, with a single wooden chair.

Opposite the table and chairs are windows, shaded by blue coarse cloth curtains. The hooks of the curtains were covered with spider silk, and the cloth was covered with fluffy dust.

There was a bed in the innermost part of the room, and the bed board at the head of the bed was missing two pieces, and the gap was almost filled by cobwebs. Through the sporadic gaps, a toy robot with a missing right foot lying underneath can be seen, and the dust on its body is thinner than the surrounding area.

Jiang Jinjiu thinks it's a little boy's bedroom.

Seeing that there was nothing suspicious, he went to the opposite room.

It was the master bedroom, which was empty, not even curtains, more dust and cobwebs.

But the balcony outside the master bedroom was cluttered, with large and small packaging boxes stacked on top of each other, waste newspapers scattered all over the floor, and some unknown black objects stuck to them.

The window frames were covered with earthy yellow tape, most of which had lost their stickiness and hung as if they would fall off at the slightest touch.

"That's it?" Jiang Jinjiu was a little disappointed.

The haunted house he imagined had at least a half-length portrait of a man, an old television, a bloodstained sofa, and a mouse corpse.

But this haunted house is nothing but a dusty world, full of the smell of decay. Thinking back to what Qin Zhenyang said so seriously during the day, he was sure that Qin Zhenyang wanted to scare him at this time.

"Where did the ghost come from in this world, this must be Old Man Qin's bad taste."

Jiang Jinjiu was angry in his heart, but what was even more angry was that he took it seriously. However, the homework still has to be written.

Looking at the inch of dust on the table and chairs, Jiang Jinjiu was glad that there was a shoe-shine cloth in his bag.

He wanted to go to the kitchen to wet the rags, but he had a headache when he remembered the stench there. Thinking that I hadn't been to the toilet yet, I just took a look.

The toilet is on the entrance side.

"I'm disgusting!"

The floor of the toilet was completely black, and the sour smell was mixed with the strange smell of gas, which was both spicy and pungent. The dirt in the toilet bowl is yellow and black, the white tiled walls are stained with brown stains, and the stainless steel wall hangings are dotted with rust spots. The sink was full of rust stains, and the only thing that was clean was the wooden-framed round mirror nailed to the top of the sink.

Its style is retro, large enough to illuminate half of a person's body, and there is no dust on it. The red lacquer on the wood is as bright as new, with only some wear in the two symmetrical grooves of the lower frame.

However, the mirror is too clean and abrupt.

Despite the stench in the toilet, he covered his nose and forced himself to look in the mirror.

The mirror is oval, the wooden frame is about three fingers wide, the top is embossed with two budding lotus flowers, the middle is outlined with water lines, and the bottom is carved with lotus leaves, and the workmanship is very exquisite.

Looking at the dressing mirror like the aristocratic daughter in a costume drama, it feels very twisted when hung in a modern home.

He took off the mirror and looked at the back, and found a round cyan stone slab about 15 centimeters in diameter embedded in the center of the board, on which was painted a lotus of Guanyin in oil paint. It's just that after years of washing, the oil paint fades, and the color of the lotus is dull like a wither.

Jiang Jinjiu couldn't see anything abnormal, hung the mirror back in its place, and took a photo by the way.

Somehow, he felt a little weird.

He thought in his heart that his expression should be a frown, unpleasantly smoked by the stench. But in the mirror, his expression is also uncomfortable, but he is even more gloomy.

Looking at himself, the gaze in the mirror became colder and colder, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, and he panicked inexplicably. He dodged the gaze in the mirror, but he found that he was still staring at him in the mirror. In the blink of an eye, I am still myself. He couldn't help but raise his hand, the movement in the mirror was the same, but his eyes seemed to threaten him.

He grinned again, the expression in the mirror was the same, but his eyes flickered, full of cunning and scheming.

He tried to dodge, but suddenly he felt that his gaze was being sucked and could not be moved, and there was an illusion in his consciousness that his eyes were enlarged, and the light around him was being swallowed up by darkness.

He hurriedly shone the flashlight at himself, saw himself clearly, and the strangeness disappeared.

"It seems that it is an illusion caused by dim and unknown light, no wonder the old man said that he can't look in the mirror in the middle of the night."

Jiang Jinjiu shook his head and smiled bitterly and turned on the faucet.

After a few roars, all that came out was rusty water, and it took a while for the water to clear up.

He drenched the rag and wiped the tables and chairs. Only then did I see that there were a lot of pencils and colored pen drawings on the table, and I didn't let go of the table legs. In particular, the two sides of the right front leg are covered with red paint, densely packed, like words and animals, and possibly nothing.

He didn't care about this, took a finger-thick candle from his bag, lit it, then took out a pen and paper and put it on the table, and began to worry.

Jiang Jinjiu loves to read novels, but they are all suspense, detective, martial arts and science fiction, and he has never read a supernatural novel.

Although he has watched a few zombie movies of Lin Zhengying, it has nothing to do with today, he regrets that his classmates were distracted when telling ghost stories, and everyone put on headphones to listen to music when listening to the radio "XX Tells Ghost Stories" together.

Now my head is really full of debris, and I can't put it together.

One hundred pages of manuscript paper, written and torn, torn and written, there were twenty-four paper balls on the ground.

He looked at his watch, and it was almost one o'clock. But I didn't even write a beginning, and I was very depressed.

He wanted to vent, so he stretched out in his chair, closed his eyes and screamed, feeling the hard lumps in his body disperse before stopping. However, when he relaxed, he lost consciousness!

After about ten minutes, his left hand suddenly moved and landed on the table, in an unnatural motion, as if someone was dragging his hand on the table.

Then he rested his right hand on the table in the same way, and then sat up with his head tilted back as if he had been pushed against his back. Finally, the neck was straightened, and the neck was put on, and the head stood slightly tilted on the neck.

His eyes were closed the whole time, and he didn't move a single bit.

Suddenly, he grabbed the pen with his right hand, but his fingers were not flexible, and the pen fell three times before putting it between his fingers, and he squeezed it tightly as if he was afraid of falling off, and began to scratch on the paper.

The tip of the pen cut through the paper, but he didn't care and continued his movements.

Gradually, his movements became smaller and smaller, his fingers became more and more flexible, and finally he could write a neat line of handwriting.

One line of "I".

At this time, he picked up a few pages with his left hand and tore them down vigorously. On a clean page, begin his writing.

He just sat and wrote with his eyes closed. When you finish writing on a piece of paper, you turn to the next page and continue writing.

At 3:59 a.m., he wrote the last word, and suddenly his waist collapsed, his back was hunched, his neck was bent, and the whole person leaned softly on the back of the chair and no longer moved. He dragged the pen in his right hand and stuck it on his leg, and he didn't open his eyes when the pen flew away.

Time passes, the sun rises in the east.

Although the sun is dazzling, it is completely blocked by the curtains. Normally he should have been woken up by urine, but now he was sleeping very deeply.

"Get up! Get up! ”

At six o'clock, a screeching sound came from the pocket of his coat on the back of his chair, which woke him up.

He was very disgusted by this, and his face was full of mist.

Straightened up and rubbed his stiff neck, as well as the left half of his unconscious buttocks, and let the child in the microphone of the phone shout frantically, "Get up!" Get up! ”。

He stretched his muscles as hard as he could, exhaling and screaming as he pouted. Suddenly, he felt a bad breath gushing out of his stomach, and hurriedly covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet.

When he came out, the whole person was sober. It wasn't because he threw up, but because the vomiting made him even more dizzy.

The reason for his sobriety was irritated by the unpleasant smell of the toilet, and at the moment he added vomit with the smell of alcohol, which was as lethal as a skunk's liquid fart.

Forced to have no choice but to go to the kitchen to wash, even urinating is solved there.

Looking at the yellow tap water coming out of the faucet as yellow as his urine, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The tap water became clear after five minutes, and it took him only five seconds to wash his face.

Then he went back to the bedroom to pack up his things, and sighed in his heart, "A good job of 10,000 yuan a month is just blowing." ”

He shook his head with a wry smile and put the unhappy things behind him.

But when he saw the paper full of words, he was shocked like a ghost, standing three steps away from the desk and trying to get close but didn't dare, muttering to himself, "I'm going to go!" What's going on!? ”

He stared at the table, carefully pulling back the curtains.

The dust fell like gold dust against the background of the morning sun, and soon fell on the paper. The light brings warmth to this room and dispels the darkness in people's hearts.

Seeing that nothing was unusual, he finally mustered up the courage to pick up the manuscript paper, and after reading the two lines, the sweat on his forehead seeped out of his skin like a spring, quickly condensed into particles the size of mung beans, and slid down under the traction of the earth's gravity until it wet his clothes......

At this moment, he no longer cares about the content of the paper, but constantly recalls the situation of last night......

After thinking about it, everything is normal, and the only doubt is how did you fall asleep?

He never remembered.

I thought that even if I drank two pots of head in order to strengthen my courage, it was only two taels, and I was drunk and drunk two times, and my head was not dizzy or dizzy, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't fall down, at least not so quickly.

But the fact is that falling asleep is more like being knocked with a stick, and fainting instantly without pain or itching.

Think about it, it seems to have a dream, what is the content? I don't remember clearly, but what did I do? ”

Suddenly, an astonishing thought popped into his mind: "Could it be that this is written by a ghost in a haunted house!?" ”