Uncle Han suddenly woke up from his sleep. He woke up without warning, completely awake, as if he had never fallen asleep at all. Only the discomfort of his heart allowed him to confirm his condition.

He moved his eyes, looked to his side, and saw the back of his wife's head.

He didn't wake up his wife, his eyes moved again, and he looked at the door outside the bedroom, only seeing part of the hallway.

The moonlight in the living room shone right on that floor, reflecting the light. In the light, there seemed to be a thick black shadow extending from the direction of the door, covering the light.

The shadow moved, out of the range of the light.

With this movement, footsteps came from outside the door.

Uncle Han subconsciously held his breath.

The footsteps seemed to be stepping on his heart, in response to the beat of his heartbeat, and it seemed to be the other way around, and the footsteps stepped on his heart, which made his heart beat.

A figure appeared in Uncle Han's mind, walked past the door of his house, arrived at the staircase, and went upstairs step by step, and then ......

The footsteps stopped.

Uncle Han rolled his eyelids and looked at the ceiling of his house.

A scream from outside the window broke the dead silence.

Uncle Han almost didn't catch his breath.

He felt his wife tremble beside him. She should have woken up too, but she didn't dare to move like him.

Both heard footsteps overhead.

"Lighter ......"

The bodies of the two men shook, and their eyes widened.

The sound of footsteps and murmurs moved little by little.

The picture in their minds also changed, as if they had seen the voice just walk out of the residential building and out...... Walk out......

The woman's screams stopped for a moment, then became fierce again, and the man's angry roar rang out intermittently. This is clearly a couple quarreling nearby.

In such a loud voice, the other woman's weak murmur was even clearer.

"Lighter ......"

The murmuring stopped, and so did the fighting.

The footsteps of returning were intermittent, one moment downstairs, another time upstairs, and finally stopped completely above Uncle Han and them.

The two old men were cold, but they were not shivering from the cold.

This indescribable sense of weirdness and fear made them unable to sleep, and they kept their eyes open until dawn.

After dawn, I don't know if it's an illusion, Uncle Han feels that it is very quiet outside today, and when there are cars and human voices on the road, there is a little more sound in the community. It's early in the morning, and even the usual bird calls are gone.

Uncle Han and his wife's heavy bodies were numb at this time, and it took a long time before they struggled to get up from the bed.

"I said, that's not drugs." Aunt Han's voice was suppressed in her throat. She looked at Uncle Han's eyes were still full of horror, and the wrinkles on her face were also tense, and she looked hideous.

Uncle Han exhaled, his movements were slow, he didn't dare to pant at all, and he didn't care about picking up his wife's words.

After Aunt Han said that, she stopped squeaking.

The two of them sat on the bed for a long time, their stomachs rumbling, and then they slowly got out of bed.

They all thought of eating out, and none of them dared to make a big move at home. When going downstairs, the two of them were also very careful, and they would raise their eyelids to observe the cement pattern of the ceiling above their heads.

As soon as they went downstairs, the two found that the community was very deserted. It's not that there is no one, but everyone has ugly faces and hurried actions. Office workers run out, and retired old people are not at all leisurely.

Uncle Han and his wife met familiar neighbors at a snack bar outside the community.

Everyone looked at each other, tacitly understood, and bowed their heads to eat.

Many of the people who live in their neighborhood in the snack bar are like attending a funeral. The waiters at the snack bar all looked at them with strange eyes.

This atmosphere spreads.

After eating, Uncle Han and his wife didn't want to go home.

The two of them and their old neighbors dragged their feet, walked for a while, and then walked to a park not far away.

The atmosphere in the park isn't too good either. Those blue faces and silent attitudes converged into an eerie atmosphere that emanated from a few and affected many more.

I don't know how long it took before Uncle Han exhaled heavily and made a little noise.

The sound was like a signal, and many people let out a little sigh and breathing, and some people hummed and began to raise their throats.

Uncle Han and his old neighbor squeezed their eyes and couldn't help but talk about last night's incident.

“…… It's from Building Nine. The little couple who quarreled was newly moved. The old man, who was about the same age as Uncle Han, gossiped, "I heard what Lao Li Tou said in the morning, just upstairs from them." He said, looking left and right, "I didn't hear the doorbell ringing." The walkie-talkie downstairs didn't ring. ”

Uncle Han trembled, remembering the clear footsteps and murmuring sound last night, that is, there was no sound of entering and exiting the security door downstairs of the residential building. The door is very heavy, and there will be some movement in and out. It stands to reason that footsteps can be heard, and the movement of the door should not be missed.

"I was woken up by that house too. After a while, there was no sound over there. I didn't get a good night's sleep. When I met Lao Li Tou in the morning, he was even more ...... He said he heard that...... It spoke. The old man continued to gossip.

Uncle Han couldn't help but nod.

The old man asked, "Did you hear that too?" You live in ......."

"Just downstairs with her." Uncle Han said worriedly.

Aunt Han didn't speak all the time, and suddenly a sentence popped up, "Let's go to the temple and ask for something." ”

Both old men looked at her.

"What else?"

The two old men had nothing to say.

The old man didn't hear those footsteps and murmuring, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a chill, which also made him shiver all morning. Get up and go out for breakfast, meet old neighbors and talk to them, and you will know about this matter.

No one had seen what had happened last night, and some people didn't even hear the sound of the couple arguing, but they all had the same terrifying experience.

Uncle Han was pulled by his wife, so he followed the trend, which was a tacit acquiescence to Aunt Han's idea.

When the two went out, Aunt Han carried her bag. Uncle Han came out with a coat on, and he didn't have a penny in his pocket. The two of them did not have the habit of praying to God and Buddha on weekdays, so they went to a nearby station and asked for a long time before confirming the route. Aunt Han took the bus card and "touched" it in the coin purse for a long time before she found the coin and paid Uncle Han for the bus.

Before the morning rush hour passed, both of them were crowded enough, but they were more solid than at home.

When the car passed through the third courtyard, the two people also got two seats.

Uncle Han sat in the window seat, glanced out casually, and his scalp was almost blown up.

He grabbed Aunt Han's arm and shook it vigorously.

Aunt Han didn't have time to complain and ask, she glanced at Uncle Han, and then looked out along his line of sight, and her scalp was so shocked that her scalp was about to rise.

In the outpatient and emergency building of the Third Hospital, behind the long rows of glass windows in the upstairs corridor, a woman stood motionless.

Uncle Han and his wife didn't see each other's faces clearly, but they both felt the familiar cold.

"Lighter ......"

There seemed to be a woman's murmur echoing in the ears of the two.

That breath was like begging, but it made the two of them subconsciously close their mouths, wishing that even their heartbeats stopped and didn't make any sound.

The bus started and gradually moved away from the road where the Third Courtyard was located.

But Uncle Han and his wife always felt that a pair of eyes followed them all the time, and the woman's murmur would ring in their ears at any time.

"Lighten up...... Lighter ......"

The voice I heard before still echoed and swirled in my head.

Uncle Han and his wife were in a trance for a long time, and they even sat at the station.

It was only when they supported each other and walked to the gate of the temple that they gradually calmed down.

"I have to ask for something." Uncle Han said.

Aunt Han nodded again and again.

As they crossed the threshold of the temple, they passed by a haggard couple. Both of them saw the environmental protection bag carried by the other party, the Buddha beads and Buddha statues inside, and the Taoist talisman paper that was "exposed".

Their eyes couldn't help but follow the couple, and their eyes swept to a girl across the road.

At that moment, they all thought they saw the woman again.

After seeing it clearly, I realized that it was a false alarm.

The girl seemed to have come all the way with the couple, and followed them and walked away together.

"Let's go, let's go and ask for a Buddha statue, Buddha beads." Uncle Han took his wife and entered the temple.