"I don't like my grandfather, he is always chattering, he exudes the smell of an old man, he doesn't open the window on the seventh day of the lunar calendar, he doesn't turn on the lights after 12 o'clock at night, he doesn't touch the Buddha statue on the windowsill, and let me bring food to my sister."

"Grandpa said that it was my twin sister, who died when she was born, and in order to pray for my blessing, my sister's ashes have been kept at home for worship."

"But it's very strange, everyone else is put on the incense platform to worship, only my house is placed under the bed."

"Grandpa said that my sister slept under the bed, so she was close to me."

"Every evening, my grandfather would ask me to fill a bowl of raw rice, drip oil with a candle, put it in front of the ashes under the bed, and take it out again the next morning."

"I don't know what the point of this is, because there is no shortage of rice at all."

"But then, when I was in high school, something happened."

"A few girls came up together to bully me, and the teacher didn't care, I was very sad, and when I got home, my grandfather also asked me to bring food to my sister, and after I put the bowl down, I don't know why, I started talking to myself, talking about school, I cried and said, at that time I really thought that it would be good if there was a sister who could help me."

"After a few days, the girls suddenly missed work."

"Later, I found out that they had an accident when they went out to play after school, and they were seriously injured, and then I didn't know about them anymore."

"On the day I found out about this, I said thank you to my sister when I was delivering food to her."

"The next day, I noticed that there really was a little less rice in the bowl."

Qiao Du lifted her gaze from her notebook and glanced at the bowl of raw rice he had placed on the table.

A bowl full of wax oil permeates and looks exactly the same as when you put it down.

Xiao Yan's sobs came from beside her, and Qiao Du continued to read the notebook.

There is no date on it, but it is arranged chronologically, it seems to have been recorded since high school, and it is not every day, according to the description between the texts, Qiao Du guessed that there were only one or two articles a month.

Soon, Jo Twilight flipped to the passage near her college graduation.

"I don't like that person."

"He looked at me with disgusting eyes, but my grandfather said that they were guests, and it was all up to them that we could live here and I could finish college."

"Sometimes they would come over, and my grandfather would usually let me go out early, and when I came back, I would see the money on the table."

"I told my grandfather that I'm already an adult, I have a job, I can make my own money, let's not look for them anymore, okay."

"Grandpa said that some things are not as simple as I thought."

"Today, they're here again."

"I walked around outside, estimated that the time was almost up, and went home, but I didn't expect them to leave yet."

"Then, I saw, they were eating."

"The kitchen is empty with the bowl I use to deliver food to my sister every day."

"The way they eat is very strange, they don't use chopsticks, they only grab the rice with their hands, and send it to their mouths one by one, very urgent, like people who have been hungry for a long time."

"When they saw me come back, they suddenly stopped and turned to look at me, and the look in their eyes made me feel a little scared."

"Grandpa kicked me out."

Qiao Dui's fingers were caught between the pages, and he frowned slightly.

According to Xiao Yan's previous statement, this girl has lived here for a long time, and the description between the lines of the notes makes people easily think of the landlord here.

This building is theirs, and it is not difficult for this girl and her grandfather to live here.

It's just that the things described in the notes are a little weird.

The raw rice dripping with wax was used to worship her "sister", but the landlord ate the rice and had to pay for it.

"Is it raising a little ghost?"

Qiao Twilight is a player who often surfs the Internet, and has seen some lace news before, saying that many rich people or celebrities will raise ghosts to transport themselves.

The so-called raising of little ghosts is to find those babies who die young, bind their souls, accumulate luck for themselves, and avoid calamity.

In the general Internet rumors, this is a very dangerous behavior, if you don't pay attention, you will be eaten by the resentful spirits you raise, and some ghost stories are also based on this.

There were also rumors on the Internet that there were people raising ghosts in this building, so it seems that this girl's grandfather is raising them for the landlord?

"In order to avoid being eaten back, the landlord spends money to let other people help him raise him?"

Qiao Du pondered, he flipped the pages of the book, and continued to read the follow-up notes.

"I shouldn't have trusted him."

"That person, he said that grandpa asked him to come to the company to pick me up, and I believed it."

"And then I paid the price."

"Seeing the man lying on the bed, who had just violated me, I wanted to strangle him more than once."

"But I can't do anything."

"I told my grandfather, but he wouldn't let me call the police or make me quiet."

"Seeing my grandfather's cloudy eyes, I knew that I had no family in this world anymore."

"No, I have one more."

"At night, I lay in bed, crying and telling my sister about what happened today, and after a while, in the quiet middle of the night, I felt my hand being held."

"That's delicate, soft, warm hands."

"I know, it's my sister."

"I said to my sister, can you save me, I'm fed up with this life, why can't I have a normal home like everyone else, can you take me out of here?"

"My sister said, okay."

Eyes fell on this sentence, Qiao Du found that the original handwriting of the note had become a little messy and sloppy, presumably when she wrote it, the girl's mood was very unstable.

She seems to have been bullied by the rich second generation, and her grandfather didn't help her because of money or other reasons.

Pitiful, miserable.

As for the matter of "sister", whether it is a real ghost or an anomaly, from the moment this girl was able to communicate with her, this girl has been dragged under the surface of the sea.

Qiao Du sighed softly and continued to look down.

"Grandpa is dead."

"When I came home, my grandfather was lying on the wall."

"His head was down, his back was against the wall at the head of the bed, his whole body was hanging in the air, as if he was glued to the wall, and his eyes were no longer cloudy, but very clear, and I was reflected in them."

"I found out that I was laughing."

"I know, my sister did it."

"I go to work as usual, work, chat with colleagues, eat, sleep."

"Every night, looking at my grandfather's corpse, which is one with the wall, makes me feel relieved."

"I'll never be alone again because my sister will be with me."

"It's a pity that grandpa was still discovered."

"The investigation went on for a while, and eventually I returned home because they still needed someone to help bring food to my sister."

"I hate them, but I also know that I need money, I need to fly away, get out of here."

"I endured it, even if it was temporary, to endure that man's abuse."

"At night, I flipped through the transcript left by my grandfather, listened to my sister's words, and figured out what it was."

"It's a very wonderful ritual, and grandpa also got the method of ritual by chance, met them, hit it off, and started doing these things."

"The name of this ritual is, The Demon Trap."

The moment he saw these words, Qiao Dui felt that his vision was slightly distorted, and a small whisper seemed to sound in his ears, and a certain sense of vertigo attacked his brain, causing him to involuntarily look away.

At this time, Qiao Du suddenly found that Xiao Yan's apologetic voice, which had been echoing in the room before, did not know when it disappeared.

He looked at the woman who had fallen into a state of madness and saw that Xiao Yan was also staring at him.

No.

She wasn't staring at Qiao Dui.

It's the position behind Qiao Dui.

It's like, there's something there.

Qiao Du felt that her surroundings darkened.

Turning around, a shadow enveloped him.