Qin Ding found that the dates and names marked on these tape cartridges were different from the date and pronoun of the event recorded in the tapes.

He first checked the date and found that the date marked on the cartridge was the same as the date of delivery of the event, and it appeared that it was based on the end of the event.

Next, he compared the labeling on the tape cartridge with the event pronoun.

The first event, "Four Corners" and "The Extra Man".

The second event is "Builder" and "Lost Soul".

The third event, "The Last Nine Men" and "What's in the Bed".

It seems that the tape cartridge is marked with a representative person or object, while the pronoun in the tape is more prominent in the event.

According to this line of thinking, the Zhudan device in the second incident should be the main item that caused the incident, but when he listened to the four tapes, he didn't feel how important the Zhudan device was.

Don't...... Is it all hidden in that broken recording?

Qin Ding couldn't be sure if his analysis was correct, he didn't continue to ponder this matter, and pressed the play button again with the tape recorder.

The voice coming from inside was still gloomy and cold, not mixed with unnecessary emotions to be precise.

"31 August 1997

Hello! ”

"Hello! I was introduced by Master Hui. My surname is Xu ......"

"I know."

"Oh. Then Master Hui told you specifically, didn't you tell me what happened here? ”

"Nope."

"Oh, I've found a few masters before, but they can't handle it, Master Hui said you can definitely solve it."

"Yes!"

"Forehead ......"

"Tell me about what you encountered, in more detail."

"Oh...... Good. As for this, we have to start last month.

As for my child, he has just entered his third year of high school, and our home is a little far away from his school, and it takes him a long time to ride a bicycle to get home after self-study every night.

Considering that it is not safe on the one hand, and it is also very time-consuming, I thought about renting a house near their school, anyway, for one semester, so that it is convenient to take care of his daily life.

I had planned to rent a house before his summer make-up classes, but what I didn't expect was that there was not only a shortage of houses around it, but also a high price.

This is also to blame me, I should have thought of it earlier, after all, the high school where my child attends is a key school, and many parents must have the same idea as me.

In this way, I looked for a house for a few days, but there was no suitable one at all. It's not good to have a cheaper environment, it's better not to rent, it's about the same, the price is ridiculously high, we can't be pinched as a big wrong, right?

Just when I was worried, it was also a coincidence that I met my mother's old neighbor at the door of the bank.

His son came with him to take care of the business, and then I talked about renting a house.

As a result, his son, an old neighbor, said that he had a friend's relative who wanted to rent out a house in the school district.

The old neighbor was also enthusiastic and asked his son to quickly find a newspaper kiosk to call him, and it didn't take long for me to meet with the landlord.

The landlord's surname is Gu, and he doesn't look kind and a little fierce, but he speaks with a good attitude.

His house is opposite the school, very close, the price is very fair, but the floor is a little higher, living on the sixth floor.

The sixth floor is nothing, and we are not seventy or eighty, but we can still crawl, so I followed the landlord and went to see the house.

The house has two bedrooms and a living room, and there is an attic, but the orientation is not very good, the windows are either facing west or north, but fortunately, the surrounding environment is quite quiet, unlike the ones I looked for before, and the downstairs can be noisy to death.

At that time, I signed a one-year contract with my landlord, just before my son's college entrance examination ended.

When the landlord left, he made a request, saying that he could not move his furniture casually, and it could not be damaged.

I thought this kind of request was normal at the time, and I didn't pay much attention to it, and besides, we are not the kind of people who are not qualified, how can we break other people's furniture.

Later, I realized that the furniture could not be moved, and he felt that he had reminded me of this, so it was my fault that something happened afterwards.

Oh, this landlord is too immoral, knowing that there is a problem with his family, he still rents it out. These are all later words, and I will say it later.

At that time, I had no idea what had happened to this house, and I was very satisfied.

After packing up there for a few days and moving some daily necessities, my mother and I moved in.

At that time, my son's school started to make up classes, and he could enter the school gate in less than 3 minutes downstairs, if it weren't for so many things that happened later, I really felt that it was so convenient to live there.

On the first day I moved in, I let my son live in that big bedroom and I lived in the small bedroom.

Although the windows of the large bedroom are facing north, I want my son to sleep comfortably and spaciously, after all, there is a large bed with a thick mattress on top of it, and a writing desk next to the large bed, which is just right for use.

To be honest, the house is full of old furniture, especially the bed, and some people who are particular about it still want to change it to a new one, but it's not on the sixth floor, my family is the one who runs the freight, and it's not often at home, it's too troublesome for our mother to toss, and the landlord hasn't specially explained that it won't be moved, even if it is temporarily moved to the attic, it is very difficult, so it was decided to make do with it first.

Fortunately, the mattress was not too old, and I cleaned and disinfected it again, and laid out several layers of mattresses, which was quite comfortable to lie on.

But what I never expected was that there was that thing in this bed.

At first, there was nothing unusual about my son's sleeping in that room, but he said that he kept dreaming at night, and he couldn't remember what he dreamed about, and I thought it was caused by changing places and not adapting to it, and I didn't pay much attention to it, until a week after living there, one night, I heard my son shouting and screaming in that room.

In the middle of the night, I was so frightened that my heart was unstable, so I quickly ran to his house and turned on the light, and saw that the child was not awake, and was kicking around under the bed, muttering something in a sullen voice.

I knew my son was having a nightmare, so I woke him up quickly, but the moment the child woke up, he inhaled as if he couldn't breathe, and his eyes were still wide open, which was weird and scary.

I thought to myself what was in a dream, to scare the child like this, and then I asked him what was wrong while masturbating his back.

My son said that he had a particularly terrible dream just now, he dreamed of a man, grabbed him by the neck, and he couldn't break free, and he was about to be strangled to death if he couldn't get angry.

I didn't think about anything else at the time, because my son had a bad problem, and he liked to put his hands on his heart when he was a child, and when he was at home, he didn't have this kind of nightmare.

I comforted him in that room for a long time, and asked him to change his position to sleep later, and then I went back to my inner room.

At noon the next day, after we had finished eating, and he took a lunch break, I was sewing something in my room, that is, when it was almost half past one, my son suddenly came out of his house, and sat in the hall without speaking.

I thought to myself that I could sleep more at noon because I was so close to the school, so I asked him why he didn't sleep, and my son didn't squeak.

I put down what I was doing and went to the living room to see that my son's face was not good, and his eyes were still a little panicked, and I immediately felt that something was wrong with him.

I asked him what was wrong? He didn't want to talk about it at first, but when I pressed him down, he said to me, 'Mom, I don't want to live in that house. ’

I asked him what was wrong. He said he was a little scared.

I said, what are you afraid of?

He said he had a nightmare when he was sleeping. He couldn't move with his eyes open, and then he saw a person crawling down from the cabinet opposite the bed.

It's scary for him to say that, but a dream is a dream, and it can't be true.

I went straight to his room and found a blue hat on top of the cabinet next to the bed. The hat was the kind of old-fashioned military hat that was very popular in the fifties and sixties.

When I cleaned up the house, I didn't clean up the top of the old furniture, so the hat must have been put there by the landlord's house, and when my son had a nightmare, he happened to see the hat and evolved into a person who climbed down.

When I got into the hall, I asked my son if he saw the man who climbed down wearing a blue hat. He asked me how I knew, and when I saw that it was about the same as I guessed, I laughed at him for being a college student and superstitious.

He was not convinced by what I said, and he didn't say that he didn't want to live in that house.

After a few days, I noticed that my son was suddenly talking to me less and looking a little sullen.

I asked him if he was under pressure to study or if there was something wrong, and my son stopped talking, which made me anxious, and I said in my heart that this child had never been like this before, so why was it not happy to say anything now.

When he saw that I was angry, he said to me, 'Mom, it's not that I'm timid, I think there's something in my house. ’

I didn't understand what the child was saying, so I asked him what he meant and what he meant.

He said that on the night of his last nightmare, he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and saw a person standing at the door in a daze, he thought it was me, rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, and then he was a little scared.

I have a big personality and never believe in evil, so when I heard what my son said, I was not afraid at all, but I got angry and came up, thinking what happened to this child, I changed places to live and was suspicious, and I was about to get angry, my son quickly said that it was possible that the house was too cloudy and didn't sleep well.

I thought about it, the house is really not good to sleep, I used to patronize to let him sleep spacious, did not consider that the house faces north, can only see a little sunshine in the morning, so I and my son changed rooms.

In order not to interfere with his studies, I didn't move the bed or anything, but only moved the writing desk.

The desk had been leaning against the big bed, but when I removed it, I noticed a walnut-sized black and yellow mark on the tiled floor.

I still felt a little disgusted at the time, and I didn't know what it was, I couldn't wipe it off after wiping it with toilet paper for a long time, and then I couldn't wipe it off with a hard shovel, and finally I asked someone for some gasoline to wipe it, and I couldn't clean it up.

I didn't know what it was at the time, and I didn't think it was a flaw on the tiles, but it couldn't be cleaned, so it didn't affect anything.

After I changed rooms with my son, I didn't sleep well that night, even if I didn't believe this or that, but what my son said had some effect on me, and I was still a little scared when I slept.

I also woke up several times at night, and during the day, I asked my son how he was sleeping, and he said that he slept very well, and I was much more relieved.

I thought everything was in order, but I didn't expect it to be just the beginning.

On the second night of my transfer to the big house, I was sleeping soundly when I heard the sound of a knock in a daze. The sound was not coherent, nor was it a knock on the door, it sounded like someone holding a stick to the floor.

At first I thought the sound was made by the upstairs resident, so I didn't care, and continued to sleep, and then I fell asleep, and the louder the sound became, it was like knocking on my bedside, and I woke up, and the sound was gone, and then my brain buzzed, and I remembered that this was the top floor of the sixth floor, and the attic was over there, and there was no upstairs here. ”

"Smack!"

The tape ended, Qin Ding skillfully turned over and continued to listen. He seemed to be getting used to it, and he was curious about these events.