The hairs all over Lao Chu's body suddenly stood up. This was the third person who asked himself what he saw. What did he see? He just saw an oil painting or color that was the same as a mirror, and then he saw what he saw in the picture.

That little boy.

When thinking of that little boy, Lao Chu couldn't help but think of his smile. At this moment, the man who looked like a migrant worker came up to him and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Lao Chu was stunned: "What are you laughing at? I'm not laughing."

The man brought his face closer and said, "You smiled, that's how you smile." He opened his mouth and smiled at him. Old Chu was so horrified that he took several steps back. This smile was so familiar.

, exactly like the little boy in the picture.

But the man came closer, stared into Lao Chu's eyes, and said word for word: "Don't go up, don't go upstairs."

Lao Chu almost crawled into his house. A highly educated person like him naturally doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. What's more, he often works until midnight and has never encountered any legendary supernatural events. But for some reason,

But the man who looked like a migrant worker made him feel palpitated. No, maybe, what he was afraid of was the smile, the smile of the little boy in the picture.

Lao Chu had no intention of sorting out his gains today. Instead, he lay on the bed with the light on and stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. The bell rang, and it was twelve o'clock in the evening again. At this moment

, "Da da da da", the sound of the glass ball falling to the ground came from upstairs again.

Lao Chu's heart immediately tightened. He sat up from the bed and looked up at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see something from there, but of course he couldn't see anything, and there was still no "click" sound.

The voice that meant to stop gradually became louder and louder. It seemed that the glass ball had not fallen on the floor of the roof, but in the heart of Lao Chu. Lao Chu finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out of the room.

I pressed the doorbell on the ninth floor again.

This time it was the male host who opened the door. When he saw Lao Chu, he was stunned for a moment, and then he enthusiastically invited him into the house.

The room was still lit with candles as last time, and the color of the candles was still white. The little girl was still sitting on the sofa with her head lowered. When she saw Old Chu coming, she looked up at him and continued to play with her toys with her head lowered.

Old Chu couldn't help but look at the mottled colors on the wall, but he didn't dare to look any further this time. Seeing Old Chu looking at the wall, the male host suddenly smiled and asked, "What did you see?"

Lao Chu was horrified by the sudden smile of the male host. He quickly took a step back and said, "Your child is playing with the glass ball again."

The male host said "Ah", apologized repeatedly, turned around and walked into the house again. After a while, he came out and said: "Okay, I won't do it next time. The kid is not sensible. I'm really sorry."

After saying a few words, the "ta-da" sound in Lao Chu's ears gradually disappeared. He had always had an inexplicable fear of the room upstairs. He neither dared nor wanted to stay. Seeing that the male host had already persuaded him to

After seeing the child, he stood up to say goodbye. When he walked to the sofa, he smiled at the little girl.

Just when he looked up, he saw the male host's eyes full of fear, pointing at him with his finger, and his voice trembled: "You...what did you see?"

Since the last time he saw the colors on the wall, this is the question Lao Chu has heard the most, but for some reason, he doesn't know how to explain to others what he saw. At this time, he saw the male host's face.

Terrified, I couldn't help but look at the wall again.

In the picture, it is still in this room. Sitting on the sofa is not the little girl, but the little boy that Lao Chu saw last time. He is holding a glass ball in his hand and cracking it facing Lao Chu.

The mouth is smiling.

Lao Chu yelled, no longer caring about what to say to the male host, turned around and ran out of the house. In his panic, he almost pushed down the screen at the entrance. He ran to his room in one breath. Lao Chu sat on the edge of the bed and gulped.

Panting, the "click" sound from upstairs disappeared, but the smile of the little boy in the picture became more and more clear in my mind. This is a strange kind of fear, because you have no idea what it is.

, and I don’t know why this happens.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Lao Chu was startled by the sudden ringing. He grabbed the iron hook on the side reflexively, walked to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

A voice outside the door whispered: "Uncle, it's me."

It was the little girl's voice. Old Chu breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. The little girl was still wearing a black nightgown. She looked up at Old Chu at the door. The black color on her body and the fair skin on her face were impressive.

There was a strange feeling, and in an instant, Lao Chu's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Lao Chu asked: "What do you want from me?"

The little girl raised her head and asked, "Uncle, what did you see?"

Lao Chu's face turned pale instantly. At this moment, the little girl said again: "Uncle, actually I have no brother. My father only has one daughter."

"What did you say?" Lao Chu was startled by these words. If what the little girl said is true, then her father is probably suffering from severe mental illness. The symptoms of many delusional patients are similar to this.

Thinking of this, Lao Chu temporarily forgot about the pictures on the wall and the little boy, bent down and asked: "Is what you said true?"

The little girl nodded. Old Chu thought for a moment and said, "Uncle will take you to the police tomorrow. Don't get so close to your father."

The little girl nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle, you are so kind to me. I'll go up first."

Lao Chu was worried about the little girl's safety and wanted to let her stay at his place overnight, but her father might not agree, and he didn't know how to ask, not to mention that the father and daughter had been together for such a long time.

Nothing will really happen if she stays one more night. I just need to take her to the police station tomorrow to explain the matter clearly and let the Public Security Bureau arrange her future life.

Thinking like this, I felt a lot more at ease, and the original uneasiness gradually faded away. The home of a mentally ill person always seems inexplicable to outsiders. Maybe I was unknowingly influenced by him in such an environment.

I also became nervous, and what I saw must have been hallucinations.

With this idea, Lao Chu slept soundly. In a daze, it seemed as if there was someone standing in front of his bed. Lao Chu was startled and hurriedly turned on the light, but saw nothing.

Maybe he has been too nervous recently and didn't get a good rest, Lao Chu thought, and lay on the bed again. Because of the scare just now, all his sleepiness ran away. Lao Chu looked up at the ceiling, thinking about the little girl's situation, and felt in his heart

I have great love for her.

At this moment, Lao Chu suddenly thought of a question. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Gradually, his body started to tremble, and cold sweat kept sliding down his face, but Lao Chu had no intention of using his hand to wipe it, because it was just

Just now, he discovered a place that he had ignored:

This little girl was too short to get her own doorbell. At that time, I went out and saw that the little girl was alone, and she was empty-handed and had no tools around her. How did the doorbell ring?

After hurriedly packing up his things, Lao Chu opened the door and rushed out. Although the sky outside was only slightly bright now, he no longer had the courage to stay here any longer.

Lao Chu is not a timid person. He once even picked up a package full of mutilated corpses while picking up garbage in the middle of the night. After the initial panic passed, he still calmly called the police and worked since then.

This did not leave a shadow on Chuuya, and he would still pick up and open discarded packages, but all fear came from the unknown, and everything he encountered was beyond his cognitive scope.

Looking out from the window on the corridor, reflecting the street lights in the distance, the slightly bright sky actually showed a strange paleness. This strange paleness turned out to be a little familiar, as if... it was the face of that little girl.

.

Lao Chu was surprised that he still had the leisure to look at and think about these things when he was running for his life, but these thoughts grew uncontrollably in his heart. Every time he went down the stairs, he seemed to see the little girl standing on the stairs.

The mouth was waiting for him, with black hair on one shoulder, looking up at him with a pale face.

This inexplicable thought made Old Chu more and more frightened, and he walked faster. The corridor was empty in the middle of the night, even though Old Chu was wearing work sneakers and the "rustling" sound he made when stepping on the stairs was at this time

It still sounded extremely loud. The faster Lao Chu walked, the faster the rhythm of the "rustling" sound. Gradually, the sound seemed to turn into a "dah-dah-dah" sound. It was not ringing under his feet, but

Rings in my heart.

Lao Chu rushed down with all his strength. The stairs he was used to climbing now seemed unusually long. At this moment, his hand suddenly tightened, and a cold hand grabbed Lao Chu tightly from behind.

wrist.

Cold, colder than ice, this was the only feeling Lao Chu felt at that moment. He was too scared to have the strength to call out. The book said that when people are in danger, they will fall into a coma out of self-protection, but Lao Chu felt

Every nerve in the body became extremely sharp. At this moment, a face came up from behind and asked in a low voice: "What did you see?"

It's the man upstairs.

He held Lao Chu's hand tightly, looked around, and carefully and nervously asked in a low voice: "Have you seen her?"

Lao Chu opened his mouth wide, but he could only make a few dull and meaningless sounds from the bottom of his throat. Although this sudden fear made his nerves sharper, he could no longer control his muscles freely.

The male host continued to lower his voice: "Why were you laughing at that time? Did you see her?" His voice let Lao Chu know that the male host was as scared as himself, but he didn't understand what he was afraid of.

What.

Lao Chu didn't know which "ta" the male host was talking about. He saw "him" and "she". Not knowing where the strength came from, Lao Chu finally breathed out a breath of difficulty and asked: "Look

Who arrived?"

The expression on the male host's face became more nervous, and his hands tightened: "You must have seen him!" He stared into Lao Chu's eyes and said word by word: "I only have one son, and I have never had one.

daughter!"

"Da... da da da da da", this strange sound suddenly came from the empty corridor, not from the bottom of my heart, but from the top of my head.

The "click-click" sound coming from the top floor sounded indescribably terrifying in this deathly silent dark corridor, and the "click-click" sound gradually became louder and closer. The male host held his hand

Lao Chu relaxed his hands and said, "It's Xiaowei, I'll go see him."

The moment he let go and turned around, Lao Chu screamed and ran downstairs. The fifth floor... the fourth floor... the third floor... almost, they were about to reach the bottom floor. That man was not there.

If you catch up, I will never come back again, Lao Chu thought.

Second floor...first floor! Finally here!

Lao Chu's nerves, which had just been slightly relaxed, suddenly became tense again. There was a person sitting at the stairs on the first floor, the migrant worker.

"What did you see?" The migrant worker grabbed Lao Chu. His hands were colder than the male owner upstairs. The look on his face betrayed his heart. He was more scared than the male owner.

Lao Chu couldn't answer him at all. At this time, he was almost out of breath. The migrant worker put his face up and said, "Don't go up anymore. The ninth floor has not been built yet. It is very dangerous."

Lao Chu didn't know what he was talking about, but he remembered what the migrant workers said, "Don't go up there anymore." As soon as he let go of his hand, he immediately fled this place and never came back, never come back!

It was already dawn, and this misty brightness made people feel a chill on their bodies. Old Chu fled the neighborhood. It was not until he saw an old man getting up early for morning exercises on the road that he dared to stop and bend over to catch his breath.

"The ninth floor has not been built yet, it is very dangerous!" The words of the migrant workers rang in Lao Chu's ears. Lao Chu looked at the tall buildings in the community in the distance. He lived on the 8th floor, and the 9th floor was above him. He had already gone up there twice.

, why hasn’t it been built yet?

The tall building was there, but he seemed to be unable to see anything clearly. An old man who had been exercising early ran past him. Old Chu grabbed him and said, "Tell me, how many floors are there in total?"
To be continued...