You Xiajie ran all the way home, and his hands were shaking when he rang the doorbell.

It was already far away from Building 30, but he could still hear the old men and women muttering, and he could smell the smoke of burning paper money.

He is facing the big iron gate of the residential building, behind which should be the community road, and two steps further away is the green belt around the residential building, and the green belt is another residential building.

He ran over just now, but he didn't see anyone. The lights of the adjacent residential building are on, and there is a sound of noise from the residents inside.

All of this is ordinary, a tranquil atmosphere with a breath of life.

But You Xiajie felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he only felt a stinging pain in his back.

There seemed to be someone behind him, lying on his back, and he could feel the other party's ice-like body through his clothes.

The iron door was finally opened.

You Xiajie didn't look back, opened the iron door and rushed in, stepped upstairs in three or two steps, and ran home in one go.

The door of his house was open, and light and sound came through the cracks.

You Xiajie broke into the door without resting, and with a bang, his back against the door, and the door was completely closed.

He was panting and sweating all over his forehead.

Grandpa and Dad in the living room were shocked. His mother ran out of the kitchen, and she couldn't hide her surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing?"

"Did the police arrest someone?"

The three members of the family asked three questions, each with their own associations.

You Xiajie didn't answer. He gasped for a moment, then gradually calmed down.

He turned his head to look at the door, leaned closer to the cat's eye, and glanced out.

The voice-activated lights are still on. After he watched for two seconds, the voice-activated lights went out, but there was still some light from outside into the hallway, so that it would not be completely dark.

There was no one in the hallway, and there were no footsteps. The next-door neighbors are quiet.

Their building was originally so quiet, there were no particularly noisy people, so that Chen Xi had never been to their building.

You Xiajie pressed the door panel with one hand, and rested for a while before relieving himself.

"Xiaojie, what are you doing? What's going on out there? His mother asked worriedly.

You Xiajie just shook his head.

He didn't know how to answer.

Say he's got a ghost?

He's really hit the hell......

The two women, one old and one young, half of their bodies sticking out of the glass window, aren't they ghosts?

Even if the windows are reflective, it can't cause that effect.

And something that scares them......

Although You Xiajie didn't see anything, it was not false that he felt that chill firsthand. This cannot be explained by common sense.

You Xiajie walked to the sofa and sat down, so tired that he couldn't move a finger.

He didn't exercise vigorously either, just ran for a while. But he seemed to have participated in a triathlon, and he was so tired that he collapsed.

His grandfather and parents all circled around him and said a lot of things, but they didn't reach his ears. He couldn't react to anything, his brain became dull, and only the fleeting memories kept playing back in his brain.

Maybe he thought about it too much, and he gradually became less afraid.

He was more sure of what he saw.

"I've got dirty." You Xiajie said.

He couldn't figure out who he saw, the old and the young, and who scared the old and the young.

There was only one corpse in Chen Xi's room.

Could it be that there are other corpses hidden in that room?

But the old and the young look at the lively posture......

You Xiajie's heart was full of questions, and after he said the first sentence, he didn't expect any reaction from his family.

As he expected, his grandfather reprimanded him first.

"Don't let you join in the fun, you still go! You are a young man, what are you doing with feudal "superstition" behind other people's old men and old women? ”

His father couldn't laugh or cry, so he turned his head and brought a teacup over and told him to drink some water and rest for a while.

"Are you 'confused' by the smoke?" His mother reached out and tugged at his eyes.

All three of them didn't believe he had stumbled into a ghost.

The concern of the three people, the reprimand of the reprimand, and the words they said were still not listened to by You Xiajie.

He knew for himself what he had encountered.

After dealing with his family, he went back to his room and searched the Internet.

It seems that he hasn't read the private messages he sent, and there is no movement on his Weibo account.

He was a little disappointed. When he quit Weibo, he remembered the hot search on the strange news before.

Say, he's been following the account ever since.

He has always been skeptical of ghosts, because he has not experienced it, and the people around him have not had similar experiences, so he has never fully believed it, but he hopes that there are really some gods and monsters in this world. It's all curiosity and personal fantasy, and there's no justification for it.

The incident that was on the hot search before the strange story, he, like most people, saw it as a hype.

After all, apart from the account with the name or something, and the news official account that publishes several small news pieces every hour, whether they are true or false, there is no evidence that there has been a spate of deaths.

In that week, there were probably so many people who died, but so many people were named Li Yun, and the way of death was similar to the Weibo story, which was nonsense.

You Xiajie didn't believe it.

But today, after encountering something like that, he became suspicious.

He reopened Weibo and looked at the homepage of strange stories, and the more he looked at it, the more panicked he became.

He found no evidence, just uneasy.

As an old netizen, he can see to some extent that many of the submissions of strange stories and anecdotes are written by the editor, not real contributions. A few submissions with different painting styles look like real submissions......

Could it be that all these real contributors have encountered something?

There are not seven people named Li Yun who died in a week, maybe one contributor named Li Yun died......

It's scary to think about it.

You Xiajie broke out in a cold sweat again.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck, and stood up a little bored.

He saw the window in his bedroom.

There was a figure of him in the glass reflection, but it was very blurry, and it was difficult to see clearly.

You Xiajie walked over and saw his panicked expression clearly.

He looked at it like an old man and a young man he had just seen.

His forehead was pressed against the windowpane, and the hot air sprayed on the glass.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to pass half of his body through the glass window.

You Xiajie opened the window and took a breath of the cold night air.

This time, he poked his head out and leaned over the window.

Looking to the side, he saw a figure standing at the gate downstairs.

It seemed to be a woman, with her long hair draped, and she couldn't see her face clearly, and she couldn't even see how she was dressed.

She stood in front of the iron door, not moving.

You Xiajie thought that this should be ringing the doorbell and waiting for someone to open the door.

As soon as the thought flashed through him, he was about to close the window when he heard the doorbell ringing at home.

The music was loud.

You Xiajie was stunned, turned his head to look at the bedroom door, and then looked at the woman below.

The doorbell kept ringing, and neither the parents nor the grandfather outside opened the door.

You Xiajie was a little confused, and he didn't understand what was going on.

The time difference between this is obvious. He didn't see the woman's movements, but the doorbell rang......

You Xiajie cautiously walked out of his bedroom, and saw his father and grandfather still sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The doorbell stopped as soon as he opened the door.

"Did someone ring the doorbell just now?" You Xiajie asked.

Dad and Grandpa didn't look like they had heard the doorbell.

The two men turned their heads to look at him, and "Lu" had a blank expression.

"Nope."

"Your mother's TV."

The two replied.

You Xiajie looked at the open door of the other bedroom and saw his mother lying on the bed watching TV, not even noticing the conversation outside.

He looked at the walkie-talkie at the door again, and went back to his room with doubt.

The door closed, blocking out the sound of the TV outside.

You Xiajie was distraught and walked to the window again.

The windows are still open.

As soon as You Xiajie looked in, he could see the situation downstairs.

There was no one in front of the anti-theft iron door.

The woman was gone.

You Xiajie hurriedly closed the window.

He turned around and picked up his phone, flipped through the content of the strange anecdotes, and found the long Weibo with the name not long enough.

He couldn't figure out why. I sent a private message to the strange gossip again, but I didn't get a response.

Knock knock.

You Xiajie looked up abruptly and looked at the bedroom door.

Knock knock.

No, it's not the bedroom door, it's the knock on the door.

You Xiajie's heart beat violently.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

The knock on the door rang twice more and stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a knock on the door of You Xiajie's bedroom.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

You Xiajie swallowed his saliva, stared at the door of his bedroom, and couldn't hold the mobile phone in his hand.

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