If you just look at this room, it can only be said to be strange, but combined with the novel, my back started to feel cold. This is not strange, but weird.

Pushing open the door and going in, what stood in front of me was a huge screen. The pure black screen was so huge that it even blocked all the light from behind the screen. Going around the screen, there was a wall in front of me, and there was a wall on the left side of the wall.

I found a sofa with several stacks of papers piled in front of the sofa, but my eyes were immediately attracted to the wall.

It was a wall full of colors, like an abstract painting that was incomprehensible. I had known there was such a wall for a long time, but I didn't expect it to appear here. Everything I saw

, should appear in the novel, on the legendary ninth floor.

I stared at the wall, trying to see if I could see a little boy smiling at me from inside, but I didn't see anything. I looked up at the ceiling, and there was no "ta da"

"Click" sound, I thought about it, it is only after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there will be no sound before 12 o'clock.

I know why Erliang said "it's not a novel but a true story". As long as you stand in this place, you will have such a feeling. Everything is so real. It seems that you are not standing on the seventh floor but on the ninth floor.

Lou. I was thinking, if that letter was really written by a fan of Chu Jiangshan, then he must be very familiar with Lao Chu. If he had not been to Lao Chu’s room, he would never have been able to write that novel. I know that in the world

There is a coincidence, but it cannot be such a coincidence.

Is Lao Chu a mentally ill patient who fantasized about what happened? I had this idea in my mind, but I quickly rejected my idea. Lao Chu had dealt with the police before.

If you don't tell me, you won't give me this case. What's more, what I am most interested in now is who wrote the letter, not the cause of Lao Chu's death.

I walked towards the sofa and stepped on something. I almost slipped and fell. Fortunately, I grabbed the sofa in time. When I looked down, I realized that there were white candles on the floor. I gently pushed the candle away with my foot.

Then I picked up the thing that my right hand touched when I was holding on to the sofa.

This is a doll that looks like a typical Chinese girl. She is wearing a black nightgown and has long black hair hanging down to cover her face. The hair feels so real that if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have almost thought it was a doll.

It's real human hair.

I carefully parted the doll's long hair, revealing an unusually pale face. The eyes looked at me, and there was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. The teeth were clearly blood red. Although I knew it was just a doll, I still

Her hands shook in fright, and with a "da" sound, one of the doll's glass eyes fell out and fell on the floor, making a "da da da da" sound.

I didn’t find anything special in Lao Chu’s room. Everything can be found in that letter. I can conclude that Lao Chu is not a mental patient. Unless the letter was written by himself, others cannot imagine a mentally ill person.

What will the patient see and think about, not to mention the time is wrong. Who wrote that letter? My curiosity is getting more and more intense. Erliang said that the two letters came from the same place. Maybe I should

Go and have a look.

I was about to close the door of Lao Chu’s room. This was a weird room. The things inside might be seen in other people’s homes. There was a broken doll, a wall scrawled by children, and a pile of trash in the living room.

Paper, such an ordinary scene, but standing here, I feel inexplicably scared, always worried that a "click-click" sound will suddenly come from the top floor.

When I mentioned the "ta-da" sound, I suddenly thought of a question: the doll's teeth were also blood-red. This was not recorded in the second letter, and Erliang never told me this. Wang Qiang and Lao Chu live in the same city.

They live in the north of the city, and their status is very different. The two of them will definitely not have any friendship. If there is any connection between these two cases, it is that both of them died of excessive fright. After their deaths, the Public Security Bureau closed the door.

I got a letter that looked like a novel, and another one, the blood-red teeth I just discovered.

"What if this is not a novel, but a true story?"

Erliang's words rang in my ears again. Yes, now, I can't regard everything that has happened as a novel. I suddenly wanted to go to Wang Qiang's room and have a look. Maybe there is something I need there.

But what exactly do I need? I can't tell myself. At this moment, I already feel that the game is not important. I just feel inexplicably scared. I didn't hear the "click" sound, I didn't see the little boy, I didn't see the migrant workers.

But I always feel like someone is watching me, someone is urging me to find out all this.

I rushed down the stairs like flying, not daring to stop for a moment. As soon as I stopped, it seemed that someone was watching me silently from behind. I couldn't see his or her appearance, but I knew that this person must be

Looking at me.

"Be careful yourself." Erliang's words rang out again.

Could it be that he had the same experience as me? That's why he reminded me, that's why he gave me these two cases, and that's why he asked me to come here to take a look, because from beginning to end, he believed that this was not

It's a novel, but a true story, but why did he want me to participate? I absolutely don't believe it was just because I happened to participate in the Tianya Competition and happened to ask him for a case to use as material. When too many coincidences came together,

A coincidence is no longer a coincidence.

I turned around and looked at the community again. The feeling of being stared at had disappeared. This is not a novel, but a true story. I thought to myself, and then turned to look south of the city. Wang Qiang’s house was there.

Waiting for me there, when I turned my head, I saw a stone tablet at the entrance of the community. It is a habit of many communities. Some developers will engrave the name of their company on it. I saw it said "xx Real Estate Co., Ltd."

company".

I didn't call Erliang. I had already asked for Wang Qiang's address from him. Of course, maybe even if I didn't ask him, he would try his best to tell me, this is my best friend, but at this time, I

It feels so strange. What made him become like this? Or is there some ulterior secret in these two cases that gave him the last resort? I am determined to reveal this secret, not just because there are people watching behind the scenes.

He urged me to do it because of Erliang.

There is a bus stop not far from the community, which leads directly to the south of the city. After getting off the bus, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Wang Qiang's community. This place is as remote as the letter says. It is almost five o'clock in the afternoon, although the summer sun is shining brightly.

It still refused to set, but dusk was always dusk. Even though the sun was still hanging, it was covered with a layer of gauze. It was no longer so dazzling that it seemed to be able to dispel all darkness. I stood at the door of the community, hesitating whether to go in.

Yes, I am a little scared. Too many movies, TV shows and novels say that ghosts haunt the darkness. I chose to visit a legendary "ghost area" at a time when the sun is about to set. I'm afraid it's really true.

There is something wrong with my brain. According to the novel, this kind of thing should only be done at noon, because the yang energy in the world is strong and monsters and monsters dare not show up.

Gritting my teeth, I still stepped in. I believe in fate. If I am really destined to encounter something, I will encounter it even if it is not here. What's more, I just came out of Lao Chu's house, although I have a weird feeling.

Surrounded me, but nothing happened to me after all. I thought it should be the same this time, so I took a deep breath and walked towards Wang Qiang’s house. The moment I stepped into the gate of the community, I saw

There is also a stone tablet with "xx Real Estate Co., Ltd." engraved on it. I remember it is the same as the one in the old Chu family.

It turns out that they were developed by the same company, I thought, and the community was equally desolate. I quickly found the building where Wang Qiang was, took a breath, and walked up the stairs.

Thank God, this time I didn't have the same feeling I had in the corridor of Old Chu's house. Otherwise, if a woman in red clothes kept looking at me at the top of the stairs, it would definitely not be a happy thing.

When we arrived on the fifth floor, I stood at the top of the stairs. On the left was Wang Qiang’s house. According to the letter, on the right was where Sun Xiaohong lived. Of course, Erliang once told me that he had asked the landlord and he had never rented the house to anyone else.

However, there wasn’t even an aunt named Sister Li in the community. I thought about it and decided to look at the house on the right first.

I easily opened the door in the same way. There was nothing inside except dust. It was just an empty rough room. I could see through it at a glance. I walked around the room and found nothing, so I closed the door and opened it.

Wang Qiang's house on the left.

The house was indeed fully furnished, but also covered with dust. I carefully observed every place in the room, from the living room to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the kitchen. I checked every place carefully. There was nothing abnormal.

If it weren't for that letter, I would never have believed that such a weird thing had ever happened here.

There was a stainless steel spatula hanging on the wall of the kitchen. I took out a paper towel from my pocket and gently wiped away the dust on it. From here, Wang Qiang once saw a person wearing a red dress and long hair hanging his head from behind.

Woman, I habitually moved my eyes forward to see if I could see something from inside.

My face was printed on the bottom of the shovel. It was slightly deformed and looked a little funny. Suddenly, my body shook. I hurriedly reached out and took the shovel off the wall. I put it in front of my eyes and looked at it carefully.
Chapter completed!