It was very old, and the red wall skin had been weathered and peeled off a lot, mottled and ugly, and the gray that had been smeared by the rain made it even more ugly.

This is an old residential building.

Compared with the crackling rain outside, the dim corridor seems extraordinarily quiet, perhaps the rain is too strong, and the dust is rising, and there is a trace of earthy smell in this corridor.

The man trotted out of the rain outside with a briefcase on his back, wet, and then burrowed into the hallway, where water droplets ticked down the trunks of his clothes, bringing out wet marks.

"Whew!"

He exhaled deeply.

Looking at the old and unsightly lamp at the corner of the corridor, I don't know why I have an inexplicable resistance to the dim light man, he patted the water stains on his body, walked to the elevator, and pressed the eleventh floor.

The elevator was very quiet, there was no movement at all, as if there was not even a man's heartbeat, there was no sound of breathing, only a suffocating cold, that kind of cold seemed to be pervasive, from all directions, from the cracks in the elevator, from the air, the cold people were suffocated, as if the blood had coagulated.

The man was very cold, his face was very white, pale and bloodless, even his lips were white, and the water was dripping and falling, he involuntarily shrank back, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, just took it out and looked at it, and saw that the mobile phone seemed to have been blistered, just like others.

But his expression was suddenly stunned, and he looked at the mobile phone screen fixedly, the dark screen was reflecting the light in the elevator, and everything in the elevator, but there was only one thing missing.

On the screen, there was no himself, no shadow.

The man's pupils shrank, as if he was startled, his hand shook, and the mobile phone in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

He looked frightened, his eyes moved down with the fall of the mobile phone, and the man froze suddenly, it turned out that his feet were empty, and there was really no shadow.

How can a man have no shadow?

"Where's my shadow?"

The man sat on the ground with his legs limp.

"Is it because of today's events?"

Just today, he committed suicide by jumping into the river, but in the end he lived strangely, I thought it was God's favor, as the saying goes, if you don't die, there will be a blessing, but when he was in the bookstore, he heard what the bookstore owner said, and he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, it turned out that he was not the only one who died and lived.

Is this still a favor?

He rubbed his hair in a bit of a frustration.

At this time.

"Ding!"

The man looked up.

Seven floors.

The elevator doors opened.

I saw that the corridor outside the elevator seemed to be covered with darkness, and there was no light at all.

At the entrance of the elevator, where light and darkness intertwined, there were two people, an old man and a child.

The old man is a little old lady, with silver hair wrapped in the back of her head, and the clothes she wears are some years old, like the dress of the eighties and nineties, hunched over, the face is old, full of wrinkles, the shriveled cheeks are like the back molars have fallen out and eaten most of the liquid food for half a year, and a mouth is wrinkled and shrunk very small, she stands in the light of the elevator, but the upper body is in the dark, the old face is expressionless, as if covered with a shadow, holding the child's hand.

The child was a little girl, wearing a floral skirt and holding a tattered doll in her hand, and she was also looking at the man in the elevator with a blank face, her eyes seemed to be filled with ink, and she was extremely black, and she could not see the whites of her eyes.

The two of them didn't move, and suddenly heard the little girl say, "Grandma, why are there so many people today?"

"yes, let's wait!"

The old lady said with a wrinkled mouth.

It was only when the man's soul was full of creepy that a pair of mother-in-law and grandson at the elevator suddenly sank little by little and sank into the soil.

The elevator doors closed.

The man shuddered and quickly got up, pressing the button on the eleventh floor like crazy.

He's colder.

The water on his body was frozen with it, as if there was a chill rushing, and the water droplets dripping from the man's body had become ice slag before they hit the ground in the air, falling to the ground with a clear sound.

There was a layer of frost on his eyebrows and hair, and even a layer of pale on his eyelashes, and wisps of cold air came out of his mouth.

Although it is autumn now, how can the weather in September be so cold, and his whole person is about to freeze into ice lumps, not only his people, but also the frost in the elevator has begun to condense, as if there is a terrible cold current, which is coming towards him from an unknown place.

The lights that were originally on suddenly turned on and off, and there seemed to be countless whispers and voices in the elevator out of thin air in an instant, like screams, like crying, lingering in the man's ears......

The man's teeth chattered with cold, his lips trembled, his eyes flashed with horror and defeat, he covered his head, and his mouth was talking nonsense. "I'm not going back, it's too cold in that place, I'm not going back......"

"Ding!"

The elevator suddenly opened again.

The man rushed out the door.

At the same time, in the bookstore on the old street, on the second floor.

The empty room suddenly became gloomy and gray, and the shadows in the corners and the darkness in the corners were like black curtains stretching out from all directions, elongating and enlarging in all directions, swallowing up all the light in the room.

But the darkness came and went quickly, like a tidal tide, and when the darkness cleared again, there was one more person in the house.

This man's face was as calm as water, his eyes were red, and he looked at his empty right hand with a hideous face, as if he was still holding something in his hand a moment ago, until his five fingers slowly clenched tightly, clucking, and revealing his muscles, he sat down on the bed with a butt of his ass, as if he had become a stone sculpture and did not move.

"Coming back?"

At the door, the girl leaned against the door frame and played with her mobile phone, and greeted him without raising her head when she saw him coming back.

"What's the matter? Troublesome, do you need my help?"

Su Hongxin looked at everything familiar around him, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, it's my own business!"

Seeing Su Hongxin's dejected appearance, the girl turned to the side and walked downstairs and said, "A strange thing happened just now, I think you'd better come and take a look!"

"Got it!"

Wait until the girl goes downstairs.

Su Hongxin raised his eyes, took down a scroll of paintings from his back, the scroll was half spread out, and he saw that the person in the painting was a smiling woman in red, green silk like a waterfall, red clothes like fire, and a moving smile.

Only half of it was spread out, and Su Hongxin carefully rolled up the painting again, and he laughed like a cry.

"Ahh

At this time, an exclamation suddenly sounded downstairs.

Su Hongxin put away the painting, and when he hurriedly changed his clothes, he hurried down, but before he finished walking the stairs, he felt that it was suddenly cold and scary in this bookstore.

When he saw Su Mei's face again, Su Hong's confidence was inexplicably sour, and his eyes turned red.

"What's wrong?"

He asked, rubbing his face.

Su Mei trembled and pointed to the chair beside her.

"That chair is actually frozen!"

When Su Hongxin looked at it, he saw that the apricot-colored wooden chair was visibly covered with a layer of frost, exuding a terrifying chill.

Well, I'm in trouble when I come back.

He frowned.

"It's not a human thing!"