In broad daylight, Xu Hongcai made up a nightmare in his brain.

The three young people were not far behind, only two minutes slower than Xu Hongcai, and they made up some terrifying scenes in their brains.

It's not because they're imaginative, it's that they've experienced some strange things that can't be explained last night, they've been scared once last night, and now they're just stirring up memories and can't help but start to diverge their imaginations.

Another thing that the four have in common is that they are all just tenants, and they are not the real owners of the house.

It was another coincidence, and all four of them wanted to get away from the neighborhood and move quickly.

Moving is not that easy.

This is especially true for some of the residents who live here.

Compared with Xu Hongcai, who scared himself half to death, Ma Zheng really experienced life and death.

He was really unlucky, he chased Wang Yiqiu to the Third Courtyard yesterday afternoon, but he didn't expect Wang Yiqiu to run to the Third Courtyard without thinking. When he chased to the gate of the community, he couldn't see Wang Yiqiu, only when Wang Yiqiu went to rub the bus.

He panicked, looked back from time to time, slowly arrived at the bus stop, and waited restlessly for the bus to arrive, and rubbed into the bus.

When he got off the bus at the Third Courtyard, he was a little blind.

He didn't know where to go to find Wang Yiqiu.

He was also afraid of the "Master Kang" of the Third Academy.

In the rumors in the community, Master Kang is very powerful, how powerful it is, no ghost knows, and no ghost knows what Master Kang's temper is. Master Kang may have shown kindness to Wang Yiqiu's little girl, but he may not be kind to other foreign ghosts.

Ma Zheng imagined Yin Shikang as a dictatorial, domineering, and ruthless hooligan in his own brain. After all, it's not a kind old man.

He wasn't the kind of tough guy when he was alive, and he won't be a tough ghost after he died.

His wife was one step ahead of him and did not stay in the world. If his wife is still there, he will definitely be the same as when they were all alive, and he will scold Ma Zheng's nest from time to time.

Ma Zheng lingered at the gate of the Third Hospital for a long time, not even daring to step into that door, let alone enter the outpatient emergency building.

He stood at the door, wanting to wait for Wang Yiqiu to come out, but it didn't take long for him to see a strange-looking ghost coming out of the hospital.

The ghost was like a walking corpse, without a god, and walked out stupidly.

Ma Zheng was so frightened that he hid aside, and the conjecture about Yin Shikang in his mind was even richer.

Not long after, Ma Zheng found a ghost walking on the road.

He didn't have enough experience as a ghost to know what was going on, but he still felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

He didn't hear the call, but the uneasiness in his heart grew.

He kept dodging, trying to find a place to hide himself, and before he knew it, he got into the green belt next to him.

At this time, Ma Zheng had forgotten his intention.

He shrunk like an ostrich, but as time went on, as the sun set, the oppressive atmosphere became more and more intense.

Ma Zheng finally heard the call.

It sounded like the voice of his dead wife.

"Why haven't you come home yet, dead man? Dead outside, huh? Tell me what you can do? I can't make money, I won't go back home, I will marry you like a widow! What's the use of a man like you? ”

Sharp yelling exploded in my ears.

Ma Zheng raised his head suddenly, his eyes red, and looked around.

He looked angry, but there was fear in his eyes.

He was afraid of his wife.

It should be said that he is not good at arguing with people, whether that person is his wife or a stranger. He has been obedient all his life, like a good gentleman. Even if he died, he didn't become a ghost.

However, when his wife died, he did have a sense of relief.

Of course, after that, because he couldn't do housework or cook, he was in a hurry for a while, and he really missed his wife.

This nostalgia did not last long.

As his grandson got married, the family's housing was adjusted, and his son and daughter-in-law moved in with him, and the family's original house was sold and a new house was bought. His life was also taken care of.

After a few years of enjoying this blessing, he died, and after his death he still remained in that house, his room, his son and daughter-in-law were kept for him, but some miscellaneous items were piled up.

He had a pretty good time.

Ma Zheng didn't want to see his wife.

He searched nervously for a while, but could not find the familiar figure.

He actually can't remember what his wife looks like.

When he saw an old lady with gray hair on the road, he would be scared, and when the people walked by, he relaxed again.

A few times like this, he was too tired to do it.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to escape.

Whether it's Wang Yiqiu or the old woman in 204, he doesn't want to care about it.

If 204 really invited someone to do the thing, he ...... He should be able to hide in his grandson......

Ma Zheng had never actually been to his grandson's new house.

He followed his son and daughter-in-law to see them, but he couldn't get in.

may be because of the relationship between a generation and a granddaughter-in-law who is not close, so he was turned away.

That way, it's better than staying in a dangerous hometown.

Ma Zheng made up his mind and got out of the green belt.

By this time, it was already dark.

The shops along the street are brightly lit, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles on the road, so you don't feel scared at all.

Ma Zheng was afraid.

He saw a few more ghosts.

He had seen more ghosts in one day today than he had seen in a month before.

The last time he followed his son to see his grandson, he didn't see so many ghosts on the road.

Maybe it's because of the three hospitals.

Ma Zheng didn't dare to turn back.

The shadows of the buildings of the Third Courtyard had long been dissolved in the night, and Ma Zheng could not be enveloped at all, but Ma Zheng was still like a thorn in his back, almost walking with his head buried in the same hands.

"Ma Zheng!"

Ma Zheng's nerves suddenly tensed.

He heard his wife's roar.

He couldn't make out where the voice was coming from.

It's possible...... His wife, who had run back from the underworld, came to torment him again.

When Ma Zheng thought of this, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he remembered the upcoming winter solstice.

Yes, the winter solstice is coming.

Maybe it's because of this.

His wife hadn't been home before, but who knows if she'll suddenly come back this year?

Ma Zheng felt uncomfortable, but he forgot about the affairs of the Third Hospital.

He took the bus and returned to the community.

The further he walked into the community, the more he felt a subtle power.

Something was pushing him from behind, and something was pulling him in front of him, as if urging him to go home.

He was reluctant.

Just as he was when he was alive and his wife was alive.

When he thought of his wife, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and it was as if the asphalt on the ground and the road had melted, and the asphalt stuck to his feet, making it difficult for him to walk.

With the "copy machine" and the mobile phone, the urging always comes as scheduled, and when I get home, there is no time that the scolding will be absent.

From the station to the community, it is only ten minutes away, and Ma Zheng seems to have to walk for a lifetime.

He grinded, and when he walked to the whole neighborhood became quiet, he hadn't reached yet.

When he looked up, he could see that the window in his house was the one in his bedroom.

The lights should be turned off there.

The window was open.

Ma Zheng stopped and looked at the window in surprise.

He saw the figure in the room, exactly like the old wife he remembered.

The old woman is really back.

Ma Zheng was like swallowing a fly, and he just wanted to vomit.

The figure in the room stopped in front of the window.

Ma Zheng forgot his wife's appearance, but he clearly remembered the way she was angry at him, the disdainful look she looked at, and her mean and sharp scolding.

He couldn't walk anymore.

But if he doesn't go home, where can he go?

Did you really go to the door of your grandson's house and stand guard?

On second thought, it occurred to him that it was different now.

They are all dead, he is still in the yang world, he cares about his family, he remembers his grandson, what about the dead old woman? As soon as he kicked his feet and closed his eyes, he patted his ass and left, without any family affection.

If their sons and grandsons know the truth, can they still offer her incense every year?

If he hadn't been soft-hearted, he would have divorced in the first place, or if he hadn't divorced, before he died, he should have sent the urn of the dead old woman to that cheap niche, instead of being buried with him. The double tomb was bought with his pension. And what does the dead old woman have? His salary is lower than his, his pension is lower than his, and he bought his family's food and clothing, including this house.

The more Ma Zheng thought about it, the more confident he became.

He has been a widower for many years, without the nagging of his wife, and compared with the original, he is a lot more courageous.

With his hands behind his back, he headed in the direction of home, and he tried to puff up his chest.

He raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to make eye contact with the person at the window, not weakening his momentum.

He was thinking about what to do with his wife when he got back.

He didn't find the police car, he didn't hear the movement of the residential building next to him, and he didn't even realize that the residential building next to him was the residential building where 204 was located.

He didn't hear the footsteps behind him, the slight sound of the fabric grinding.

When he felt the chill, the ghost was already on his back.

The lights in his bedroom went out suddenly, as if they had never been on.

The previous auditory hallucinations are gone.

All the plans, all the imaginations in his mind disappeared in an instant.

All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

The sound of the heartbeat was so strong, like the heartbeat of a young man in his prime.

Rough nails scraped his neck.

He felt a tingling.

Ma Zheng's brain was blank, instinctively made him turn back, and made him not see the appearance of the old woman, so he ran wildly.

No matter how strong his heart beats, he is never a young lad.

His old legs couldn't run.

The old woman was like an inhuman monster, jumping up directly and pounced on Ma Zheng.

The top of Ma Zheng's head was clasped by the old woman's claws, and her arm was also bitten by her.

He screamed, only to feel his flesh being torn off.

He fell to the ground, and when he looked up, he saw the old woman gobbling up his flesh.

The old woman's gray eyes seemed to turn red.

Ma Zheng shouted for help, was so frightened that he was urinating, dragged his injured hand, and quickly ran away.

He couldn't run fast, and he was chased by the old woman again, and his injured arm was directly torn off.

Ma Zheng felt that his screams could wake up the entire Yao City.

He looked around, wanting to ask for help, just in time to see a familiar figure behind a window.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he saw the old man close the curtains.

Ma Zheng remembered his experience during the day.

How was Wang Yiqiu rejected, and how did he reject Wang Yiqiu?

The old woman squatted on the ground, gnawed on Ma Zheng's arm, and did not attack Ma Zheng again.

Ma Zheng no longer had hope that he would be rescued.

He clutched his shoulders and ran hard.

He rushed back to the residential building where he lived and walked through the door.

He leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground.

He felt like he was going to die.

More intense than the last time he died.

Last time, he died in a hospital bed, in a day, with his son and grandson by his side.

This......

Ma Zheng looked at the bedroom door.

Both doors were closed.

Knock knock.

Click-

There was movement in the door panel behind it.

Ma Zheng's body trembled, pulled the door, and brought his eyes to the cat's eye.

The old woman's face was covered in blood, with cat's eyes against it, and her nails were tapping against the door.

Ma Zheng was frightened and took a step back.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

The knock on the door suddenly became violent.

Ma Zheng's heartbeat also became disordered.

"Who? It's so late......" The bedroom door was opened, and Ma Zheng's son walked out.

Ma Zheng saw that he was about to open the door, and hurriedly shouted to stop him.

His voice could not reach his son's ears.

He had dreamed of his son before, but now it is obviously not the case that he can dream.

The door opened.

Ma Zheng's throat seemed to be choked.

Ma Zheng's son looked out and looked at the stairs outside.

His figure overlapped with that of the old woman.

The old woman lifted her foot and stepped through the door.

"That knock on the door of the big night of the nervous night!" Ma Zheng's son scolded and closed the door.

He went back to his room.

Ma Zheng could hear the conversation between him and his daughter-in-law.

"Who is it?"

"No one."

"What are you doing when there's no one?"

"How do I know who it is if I don't open the door?"

"You ask first, that cat's eye look. You open the door like this, what if it's a robber? ”

"Robbers will knock on the door?"

"Who knows...... There were also people in the community who called the police before. ”

"That person hasn't been caught yet, huh? What are you doing? ”

"I don't know. I guess I killed someone or stole something......"

In the bedroom, the conversation continued, and then slowly eased again, and the husband and wife fell asleep again.

None of them heard the screams in the living room, nor did they see the blood and wreckage in the living room.

The blood is imprinted on the walls, on the floor, on the furniture.

One day, maybe someone, maybe some ghost, will see this murderous scene.