Thorn ......

"Hello? Shuoshuo? The signal is not very good over there, what are you talking about? I can't hear clearly! ”

Zila......

Zila......

“...... My mom is missing. ”

"Auntie? What's going on? Did you call the police? ”

"Nope. This is ...... It doesn't seem to be useful to call the police, I thought you could help me figure it out. ”

"Tell me specifically?"

"As you know, I've been out of town for two years. I usually have to call home.

But three days ago, I found out that my mother's state was not quite right.

She...... The voice was strange, as if it was terrifying something.

I asked her if she was sick, and she didn't say anything. Just keep saying that there is a basement in the house. ”

"Basement?"

"Yes, the basement.

She said that every time she woke up lately, she was in the basement. It's out of the bedroom, in the basement at the deepest part of the hallway. ”

"Sleepwalking?"

"It would be nice to sleepwalk. Pity...... It can't be sleepwalking. ”

"How do you know?"

"Because....... I don't have a basement at all!

"The result?"

"She's gone, the day I finished calling, missing."

"Missing...... Actually, you should call the police to try ......"

"Su Zhiyuan!"

"Hmm...... You said. ”

"I'm right now, right in front of the basement door."

"What?"

Zila......

Zila......

"Hello? Shuoshuo? ”

......

The tape recorder was turned off, and the room fell silent again.

Su Zhiyuan sat at the table with two missing person notices on it.

"Missing person notice: Zhang Shuoshuo, male, 24 years old, 175cm tall, short hair, wearing yellow silk pajamas when he went missing, with a mole under his left eye, ran away from home on the night of April 10, I hope someone in the know ......"

Underneath the missing person notice is a photo of a lost man, a young man.

Also his college classmate, the one who left the recording yesterday.

Not so long ago, the police came.

He recounted what had happened. The audio recordings used to prove it were also heard by the police.

The two officers took notes very carefully. One of the female police officers, who was holding the ball's head, seemed to be a little suspicious of him, and kept chasing him and asking him many questions.

"Team Zhang, there's something wrong with this person. It's so peaceful, whether it's the disappearance of a classmate or that weird story...... It shouldn't be this reaction. ”

When leaving, the female police officer's whispered words to her colleagues were also accidentally heard by Su Zhiyuan.

He still didn't react.

When night falls, the city is lit up with neon lights as if it comes to life.

Su Zhiyuan glanced at the time on his phone, first checked whether the window was closed tightly, and then went downstairs to close the door.

After that, he went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee.

The kind for a dollar.

Blowing the heat from the coffee cup, I walked to the couch.

The sofa looks like it's been around for some years.

Su Zhiyuan put his hand into the gap between the armrest and the sofa, buckled it a few times, and took out a voice recorder with ease.

The recorder was still working, and after a few slight clicks of the index finger, the officer's voice began to come from inside.

Su Zhiyuan listened while taking a sip of coffee.

After a cup of coffee, the officer's conversation with him ended, and there was still no special expression on his face.

Place the washed coffee cup upside down on the dining table, dry your hands, and walk towards your desk.

When I passed by the sofa, I picked up a voice recorder.

Zhang Shuoshuo, he actually didn't have a deep impression of this old classmate. After graduating from college, I rarely contacted him.

Although the story he told was bizarre, Su Zhiyuan did not ignore it, because the integrity of the story was too high.

Many people with paranoia, or other types of psychopaths, tend to exaggerate and conjure up things in an attempt to seek attention.

But their descriptions are often lacking in detail and do not stand up to scrutiny.

Zhang Shuoshuo's description is relatively complete and the details are well handled, in his description, he even remembers forgetting to change his shoes when he went downstairs, staining the newly bought carpet the day before.

The police's visit also brought some ideas to Su Zhiyuan.

From the communication with the police, he could clearly feel that the police were looking for information about Zhang Shuoshuo's mother. It seems that Zhang Shuoshuo's disappearance is related to his mother.

So it seems...... The disappearance of Zhang Shuoshuo's mother should also be credible.

Moreover, it was the missing person notice posted by Zhang Shuoshuo's father, saying that Zhang Shuoshuo was only wearing pajamas and silk pajamas when he disappeared late at night.

At this time, the temperature difference between day and night in the Northeast is very large, and it is not uncommon for the temperature to drop below zero at night. With his understanding of Zhang Shuoshuo, Zhang Shuoshuo should not do such a stupid thing.

Combined with Zhang Shuoshuo's bizarre disappearance and his mother who disappeared before him, Su Zhiyuan's brows furrowed.

Thing...... It's not easy......

So......

So Su Zhiyuan opened the Meituan takeaway, ordered a barbecue for himself, and went back to the room to sleep after Meimei was full of food and drink.

His villa is divided into two floors, the lower floor is used for reception, with separate kitchens, guest rooms, toilets, etc. Upstairs is his living space.

On the second floor, in addition to the kitchen and bathroom, there are two rooms.

Up the stairs is the living room, and further inside is the bedroom.

In contrast to what appeared to be a more luxurious décor, his bedroom was extremely simple. There is only one bed.

At this moment, Su Zhiyuan was lying in the center of the bed, the quilt was pulled to his chin, and his breathing slowly became stable.

I don't know how long I slept, Su Zhiyuan on the mattress opened his eyes suddenly.

He stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes drifting away, and after a moment, they suddenly shrank into a slit.

The upper body left the mattress and slowly sat up.

What's going on......?

He was actually awake and his mind was crystal clear. But I can't control my body.

Intense palpitations rose as he tried to regain control of his body, but failed.

First the left leg got out of bed, and then the right leg...... Then the whole person slowly stood up, and his movements were as stiff and weird as marionettes!

What's the situation?!

Just when he was still frantically thinking about countermeasures, his body began to move again.

One step, two steps, three steps......

First the left leg, then the right leg......

Stiff and slow, he walked towards the bedroom door.

And then there's the hallway.

Finally, walk down the wooden staircase step by step.

The stairs, which usually squeak and squeak as long as you leave, do not make any sound in a strange way.

Or rather, it wasn't just the stairs, he noticed that he hadn't heard a sound since he woke up.

It's as if it's dead.

The eyes are rolling in a limited range, and the current situation is undoubtedly strange and dangerous.

Through the night, the familiar environment has become unfamiliar.

As the last foot fell, he saw a door standing in front of him.

A solid black ......

...... embedded in the wall

Basement door.