Shakai left the house with a gloomy face and without looking back.

He stood in the doorway, with his back to the closed door, and took a few deep breaths, but the movement did not calm his violent heartbeat.

Shakai felt that there was a big problem.

At the pace of a typical horror movie, the ghost makes more and more violent moves, which means that it is getting stronger and angrier. The next plot should be that a supporting role will be hung up miserably, and then another supporting role will be hung up, and another supporting role will be hung up...... In the end, it comes to the end to see if the protagonist can survive. And whether the protagonist survives or not, the ghost is definitely going to scare the audience at the end or easter eggs, and leave room for the sequel to make money for the film and television company.

Shakai shook his head vigorously and walked quickly downstairs.

It's reality, not horror.

There is such a routine in horror movies, but there may not be a routine in reality.

Besides, this ghost is his aunt. My aunt was so kind during her lifetime, and after her death, it was out of concern for him and her sister-in-law that she would "never go away". As long as he and Zhou Wenli get along well, it'll be fine, right?

Thinking of this, Shakai's footsteps paused, and he almost stepped on the empty stairs. He staggered and grabbed the handrail next to him with one hand.

With a bang, the palm of the hand knocked on the metal railing, and the echo of the sound circled up in the corridor.

Shakai's palms hurt hotly, and his heart seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and he was panicked.

It's not difficult to get along with Zhou Wenli, but it's too difficult to meet your aunt's expectations. He had to act. He doesn't have such deep feelings for Zhou Wenli, and after getting along during this time, he has long found that the personalities and preferences of the two are also very different, not to mention the generation gap and emotional estrangement between each other. It's easy for two people to be in the same room and respect each other like guests, but it's impossible to be intimate.

Shakai thought of some crooked ideas. If Zhou Wenli is not in good health, he will be able to satisfy his aunt by bringing tea and water, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, right? But Zhou Wenli is in good health and in good spirits. In this case, ask him to bring tea and water, and ask for warmth...... Shakai shuddered. He was not so attentive to his father, and he couldn't be so attentive to Zhou Wenli against his will.

Shakai sighed, shook off those unrealistic thoughts for a moment, and was about to withdraw his hand holding the railing and continue to go downstairs.

His arm was tugged.

Shakai turned his head to see that his hand was still glued to the railing.

How is this ......

Shakai frowned, and when he caught a glimpse of the dilapidated walls and rusty railings of the old building, he had a bad premonition.

He exerted himself again, and finally tore his palm off the railing.

His palms were red, sticking to black-green crumbs, and his skin was tingling and aching.

Look at the railing again, there is a distinct palm print on the railing.

Sha Kai gasped, secretly calling out that he was unlucky, so he could only slightly raise his aching hand and go downstairs.

Shakai found a hardware store in a row of small shops at the entrance of the community. The shop also sells glass, and after listening to Shakai's explanation, he asked about the size of the window.

"Size ......" Shakai was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had fled from the house in a hurry, completely forgetting about it.

"You're from this neighborhood? Is it an old house or a newly renovated house? The boss asked expertly.

"It's an old house, renovated...... It should be the previous one, and it has not been reinstalled. Just that kind of window. Shakai took a step back, looked up and searched for a row of nearby residential buildings, pointing to the window of one of the houses.

The boss walked out of the storefront, stood at the door of the store and looked up with Shakai, "Oh, it's the kind that was installed when the house was built." That's fine. I have ready-made ones in my store. Your old house, the time is almost up, and several families have come to me to change the glass recently. ”

"It's all broken windows?" Shakai was surprised.

"yes. It's all glass that fell off in one piece. This kind of old-fashioned window, after a long time, comes loose. The sealant used to be bad, and it has been used for decades now, and it is enough. Do you want to change all the glass? If this glass falls and hits someone, it will be miserable. "The owner of the shop started the sales pitch.

Shakai hesitated slightly, "Let's make up for the missing piece first." Others, boss, can you help check it out? ”

"Oh, that's fine. It is also possible to make up for it directly. It's just not insured. When it's hot, a typhoon comes, and it's dangerous. You've figured it out. The shopkeeper continued to sell.

Shakai still refused.

Other thoughts crossed his mind.

The window glass of Zhou Wenli's house fell off, maybe it wasn't her aunt who was angry, but an ordinary accident.

Thinking of this, Shakai asked the shopkeeper about the glass replacement of several other shops. It's just that the shopkeeper's statement is somewhat exaggerated and alarmist. The shopkeeper carried the glass and followed Shakai to the community, answering Shakai's questions and asking about Shakai's situation. The young man who knew that Shakai was not here to borrow a house or buy a house was a little unhappy.

Shakai also understood at this time. The boss's so-called "several households have asked me to change the glass recently" is just a casual lie, and the glass smashed by the children during the summer vacation is the main source of his business. He just said that to Shakai, that is, to sell a few more pieces of glass.

The two fell silent.

Walking back to the residential building, Shakai opened the big iron door downstairs, and after entering the building, he stood next to the door and helped the shopkeeper pull the big iron door.

The shopkeeper entered the building and looked at the stairs, "Little brother, how many floors do you live on?" ”

"Fourth floor."

"Alas......" the shopkeeper sighed and took a heavy step.

Shakai was also a little embarrassed, and followed behind, helping the shopkeeper lift the glass.

"Thank you. Today, my wife and I in the store, a small worker before, a young and strong young man, have not come back to our hometown for the New Year. Otherwise, I would have come with him and I, and it would not be difficult to carry this piece of glass. ”

"It's been so long since the Spring Festival, haven't you come back yet?" Shakai asked casually.

"yes. His wife was going to have an operation, and the hospital would do it after the Chinese New Year, so he stayed in his hometown to take care of his wife. In a few days, he will be back. As the shopkeeper spoke, he suddenly felt the force behind him tighten, and he almost leaned back. The shopkeeper steadied himself and turned his head to look behind him.

Shakai stood on the stairs, his face turned sideways, his eyes resting on the handrail next to him.

The shopkeeper followed his line of sight and saw only ordinary railings.

The green paint is mottled, revealing the rusty metal underneath. If you sniff hard, you can also smell rust in the air. In addition to the smell of rust, the corridor is also covered with dust, oil smoke, and a faint smell of mold and rot is wafting, I don't know which one is immoral, and the garbage is not thrown away in time, so that the air quality in this corridor is really bad.

"What do you see, young man? What are you doing? The shopkeeper shouted.

Shakai's body shook, and he jerked his head to look up at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was frightened by his eyes, and instinctively twisted his body, wanting to back off, but because they were both carrying the glass, the distance was limited to death.

Shakai's voice trembled, "Don't you see? There...... There......" he gestured with his eyes.

The shopkeeper's heart tightened, and he followed Shakai's line of sight again, but what he could see was still the ordinary iron railing.

"See what? Bugs? I have bad eyes, presbyopia. The shopkeeper explained, wondering in his heart.

In his mind, this young city boy would be so frightened, he could only have seen a bug.

Shakai's throat moved, his gaze wandering between the boss and the iron railing.

Can't this boss see it at all?

There were two bright red palm prints on that railing!

one, the size of an adult man, formed a fist-clenched posture, as if the palm of the hand had been painted and grasped the railing; The other, tiny and black, looked like a woman's handprint. The latter mudra was incomplete, only half of the palm and three fingers, which looked as if they were pressed on top of the adult man's handprint, clasping the back of the adult man's hand.

Shakai suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly looked at his right hand. The hand that had grabbed the railing before still had rust and red marks on the palm, and on the wrist of that hand, there were half fingerprints that were not there before.

Shakai shuddered.

He thought back to the scene and imagined the woman he hadn't seen at the time. The woman grabbed him by the wrist and pressed the back of his hand, imprisoning him to the railing.

"Are you alright, young man? You...... Uh...... "The shopkeeper is a little short of words.

Shakai looked like he was sick or mentally ill.

The shopkeeper was a little scared and wanted to leave, but now he was standing on the stairs with Shakai, still carrying a small piece of glass, where could he go?

Shakai swallowed and shook his head.

"It's okay, let's go. Let's go upstairs. Shakai said this, but his expression didn't look like he was fine.

At the moment, the shopkeeper just wanted to press the glass quickly, and left immediately after receiving the money.

Shakai was preoccupied.

What did my aunt want to do when she grabbed him at that time? If you want him not to run away, or warn him that he just escaped from Zhou Wenli's house, it's useless?

By the way, my aunt was supposed to stay at her own house. Now that she can go to Zhou Wenli, she can naturally go to other places, can she ...... Follow him all the time......

A cold sweat broke out on Shakai's back.

Being targeted by a ghost, can he not be afraid?

The first time he found out about the existence of his aunt, he broke out in a cold sweat, but at that time, he didn't know that the ghost was his aunt, suspected that it was an evil ghost, worried about the safety of his uncle and little cousin, and contributed to the Weibo account on the Internet...... His state of mind at that time was a lively mood after a shudder. The ghost is too far away from him to have anything to do with him. It was just a strange ghost encounter. If something happened to his uncle and little cousin, he might be scared for a while, but it was only the fear of the evil spirits killing people.

Shakai is very comfortable with his own selfish thoughts. Uncle Zhou Wenjun, little cousin Zhou Nuan, including Zhou Wenli, these three people are just strangers with blood relations to him. Because of his upbringing, he didn't have much affection for these blood relatives, and of course he couldn't be anxious about their safety.

But when it all fell on him, the anxiety in his heart increased exponentially.

Shakai walked the staircase in silence.

The shopkeeper was also very silent, and when he reached the fourth floor, he saw that Shakai didn't speak, so he opened his mouth to ask which one it was.

Shakai took out the key and opened the door.

Zhou Wenli immediately got up from the sofa and greeted the entrance, "Have you already bought it?" Hey, no need to change shoes, no need to change shoes. It's the window on the balcony. I'm sorry for you, master. She beckoned to the shopkeeper and pointed to the broken window.

The shopkeeper nodded, and got busy with his hands and feet, and one person could skillfully install glass.

Zhou Wenli watched from the balcony and asked worriedly: "I don't know why it fell down, a whole piece fell directly." ”

"It's just that it's been a long time, and it's loosened. Don't worry, I'll install this piece and reinforce the other sides for you. ”

"Thank you so much."

The shopkeeper didn't say his sales pitch at this time. Just thinking about getting the job done quickly, he left.

Shakai lowered his head, slowly changed his slippers in the hallway, and also came to the balcony.

He looked at the glass that his boss was installing.

This glass is a little different from the glass of the window next to it. There are obvious fingerprints on the glass, which were left by him and the shopkeeper when they lifted the glass before. In the center of the glass, it is covered with a layer of dust, and it looks not very good.

Shakai saw the reflection of the light on the glass, and the shadow of a person.

His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't relax until he saw that it was indeed himself and the shopkeeper.

"Go about your business. I'll just look at it here. Later, let the master help you look at the window of your room. Zhou Wenli said.

"Oh." Shakai answered, but did not leave immediately.

He looked at his wrist again.

The finger prints on his wrist have faded a lot, as if they will disappear in the next second.

He wanted to ask Zhou Wenli if he could see the two fingerprints on his hands, but he was afraid that Zhou Wenli would give a negative answer.

Distraught, Shakai exhaled and turned back to his room.

As soon as he entered, he saw the glass window in the room.

Outside the window is a residential building a few meters away, the same shape as theirs, you can see some clothes drying on the balcony of the house, piles of miscellaneous items, and you can also see the color of the walls of the living room.

Every window is different.

Shakai glanced at his bed and landed on his bed. He lay down exhausted, his body sinking into the soft mattress.

What's next?

Is it to comply with the will of my aunt, to be a filial and good son, and to play the warm life of a good mother and son, or ...... Or do you want to find a way......

Shakai's heart pounded.

He rolled over in frustration, and a voice in his heart said that it was not good. After all, it was his aunt, a kind woman. Although she is now a ghost and a little irritable, in the end, she didn't hurt him. He pressed his hand......

Shakai looked to his right hand.

The fingerprints are completely gone.

His gaze went through his wrist and into the desk.

The laptop is open, and the screen is facing the bed, against the wall above.

From Shakai's point of view, you can see the reflection of the wall on the black screen, and you can also see the half of the wall lamp on the wall.

The appearance of the wall lamp is retro now, but it is not deliberately old, but decades ago, it was popular to use this classical style wall lamp. The light stand was very out of proportion to the newly installed energy-saving light bulb, and it looked weird.

Shakai was drawn to the reflection because his eyes caught the movement.

Just like a frog can only see moving things, his eyes can see the still background, but they are easily attracted by the only moving object in the still background.

On the still wall, on the still light stand, the light bulb rotates slowly.

It was as if an invisible hand was twisting the light bulb.

Shakai's breathing stopped.

He stared at the laptop screen without blinking, not daring to turn his head to look at the wall lamp.

Crunch crunch......

A slight noise sounded in the room, the sound of a light bulb being twisted.

Crunch crunch...... Crunch crunch......

The bulb finally broke away from the stand, but it didn't fall into free fall onto the bed right away.

Boom! Smack!

Shakai jumped out of bed, looked at the fragments of light bulbs scattered across his desk and floor, and turned his head again to look at the empty stand.

He didn't see how the bulb was thrown, but this abnormal fall was absolutely ......

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wenli hurriedly pushed the door in, "The glass here has also fallen?" Akai, you weren't smashed, were you? ”

Shakai sat on the bed, looking frightened.

Zhou Wenli walked in, her slippers stepping on the debris on the ground.

She looked down, then at the intact glass, and asked suspiciously, "Is this ...... What? She looked at Shakai, followed Shakai's gaze to the lampstand, and then slowly turned back, staring at Shakai in astonishment, "Ah, Akai......"

Shakai couldn't say a word.