Before the liberation, my family was considered a prominent family in the local area. According to my father, in the past, when officials from other places came to take office here, they had to visit our Mao family first, otherwise it would be difficult to gain recognition from the local people. But when it comes to my great-grandfather,

Due to the small number of brothers and the bad habit of smoking opium, some of the original family assets were gradually lost. When it was passed to my grandfather, only an old mansion was left. I grew up

That's where I grew up.

The old house has a history of hundreds of years. There are naturally various legends in such an old house, and the ones that are most widely spread are the ghost stories. My grandma often tells me that someone hanged me in such and such room.

Which ancestor, which alley, would hear the sound of walking back and forth in the middle of the night, which scared me so much that I kept crawling into her arms.

Of course, I later learned that the legends were just legends. After all, I never encountered any ghosts in the old house until I was this old. I did walk around in the alley in the middle of the night, but that was because I was heartbroken and couldn't sleep.

I was so scared that I couldn't help but panic. The stories my grandma told me were cleverly used in my great love career in the future. I often took them to the scene in person and told them that one of my ancestors had been hanged here and that alley.

In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of walking back and forth, and then they were so frightened that they kept crawling into my old man's arms.

Growing up in such an environment, I especially like to listen to ghost stories. The scarier the better, because learning is useful. Every time I hug those soft and delicate bodies, I always sigh: Knowledge is power!

I gradually became obsessed with reading and started writing horror novels. Every time I read those stories, I could find a strange pleasure in them. I even felt that I was born to write ghost stories, but

Now facing these two cases that even I am a little scared of, I can't write a single word.

Yes, I can't write it. The material that even I was scared of is what every author dreams of, but I couldn't type a word while sitting in front of the computer. What I saw in Lao Chu and Wang Qiang's house was so shocking.

I'm even more confused. I don't know what the words "a coffin" mean. Whether it also carries a warning like the manuscripts written by writers signed by Chu Jiangshan that Wang Qiang encountered. Maybe so, but

Nowadays, even in the countryside, there are no coffins to be found, and cremation has been implemented all over the country.

I tried to convince myself that since I couldn’t understand, I didn’t need to think about it, but I really couldn’t do it. Wang Qiang called me, but I muted it and didn’t pay attention. Although I later saw the reminder of the missed call, I didn’t call it.

He called me, maybe he was caring about me, but I felt inexplicably afraid and couldn't explain why.

The phone flashed again, and a text message came over. I opened it, and it was an unfamiliar number. The content of the text message was very simple, with only 6 words:

"Come back and see me."

The number is unfamiliar. I wonder if one of my ex-girlfriends broke up with me and changed their numbers. After reading all the men in the world, she finally found out that I was her favorite, and then like this

One lonely night, she thought of me in such a lonely way, so I quickly replied with a text message, even though I didn't know who she was:

"Then, please give me a direction for my loneliness."

This text message of mine was very pretentious, but I knew that they just liked me. The text message came back quickly. I clicked it with a smile. On such a night, there was such an ambiguous text message to seduce me. It was really a surprise.

It's a very pleasant thing, at least it can make me stop thinking about those scary things for a while.

The text message opened, this time it was two words, and these two words made my hair stand up immediately:

"Old house."

"Old House" is what only my grandma and I call the big house. In front of outsiders and even my parents, we just call it "Old House". There is no secret in it, it is just a personal habit. My grandma has already

He passed away. Because the old house is located in the city center, it has long been planned to be demolished by the city government. I have not heard anyone say the word "old house" for many years. On such a night that originally made me a little scared.

, suddenly an unknown number sent me a text message asking me to go to the old house to see her, how could I not be shocked?

After hesitating for a moment, I dialed the number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable."

I called again, but the number was still empty. I took my phone, gritted my teeth, and sent another text message:

"Who are you?"

Ten minutes passed and there was no reply to the text message. My heart began to tighten and I turned on all the lights in the room, as if this could make me feel a little safer.

I sat on the chair, cold sweat continuously sliding down my forehead. My phone suddenly flashed again. I quickly picked it up, but it was not a text message, but a call from Erliang.

I answered the call, and Erliang asked hurriedly: "Arui, what's wrong with you today? I've called you so many times but no one answered. I'm almost dying of anxiety."

I said: "It's okay, I pressed mute and didn't hear it."

Erliang said again: "Arui, are you okay? I hear your voice sounds very tired."

I told him that it was fine. It might be that I didn't sleep well yesterday. Erliang might want to say something to me, but seeing that I was tired, he didn't insist. He just said, "Then you should go to bed early."

Just when I was about to hang up the phone, I suddenly woke up and shouted hurriedly: "Don't hang up yet, help me check the phone number."

Erliang didn't ask me why. I heard the keyboard clicking on the phone. After a while, Erliang's voice rang on the phone again: "I checked, it's an empty number. What's wrong? What happened?"

?”

At this time, fear has tightly surrounded me. How can I care about whether Erliang set a trap for me in the previous incident? As long as there is someone to accompany me to talk, I will be thankful. I explained the matter on the phone

I told Erliang exactly what I said, and when I mentioned "Old House," Erliang, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shouted: "What? Old House?!" His voice was filled with disbelief.

I asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Erliang took a deep breath over there and said, "Wait for me at home, I'll be right over."

While I was waiting for Erliang to come over, I kept thinking about that mysterious phone number. I once read a novel about someone who used a text messaging platform to send text messages to some college students for hypnosis. In the end, several people died because of these text messages.

I am a college student. In fact, I think the author is being a little bit mysterious. What he wrote is not a ghost story. The mysterious number can be found out through the police station investigation. What's more, there is a policeman among the parties. Investigating these is not a problem at all.

There is no need to go around such a big circle. If you conduct direct investigation, you will find many useful clues in advance. But what I encounter now is something I can't understand. Erliang has checked it for me through the internal system. This is an empty number.

.

Erliang rushed to where I lived really quickly. He didn't have time to drink water and asked directly: "What did you see at Lao Chu's house?"

I originally thought he would tell me something about the "old house" when he came over, but I didn't expect that he was asking about the old Chu family. After thinking about it, I told him everything I saw. Of course, I hid it from Wang Qiang's place.

The words "a coffin" came to mind. I don't know why I did this. I just vaguely felt that I should only let myself know all this.

After hearing what I said, Erliang looked gloomy and said after a while: "I have been there too, but I just thought the atmosphere there was weird, but I didn't see the doll on the sofa, let alone the red teeth you mentioned.

."

I gasped: "Is there someone besides us who is paying attention to this case, so they ran in and put this doll in?"

Erliang shook his head: "Impossible, this case has been closed a long time ago, not to mention I don't see the benefit of paying attention to a dead person, unless I want to find some material like you. Who will be fine if they are full?

Do you want to put a doll in there?"

I nodded and admitted that Erliang's analysis made sense. Since no one put such a doll in, there was only one possibility. When I thought of this, my heart suddenly twitched. I looked up at Erliang and found that he

He also looked at me with his eyes wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief. I knew that we both thought of the same thing:

Since no one put it in intentionally, there is only one possibility: the person who put this doll in was not a human being at all!

We sat in silence for a while. After a while, Erliang finally spoke. I was almost shocked when he spoke. After a while, his voice became hoarse. I knew it must be

His throat was dry because he was too nervous, because I am the same now.

"Arui, let's forget about this matter. I'll find some new cases for you."

I smiled at Erliang. I knew this smile must be ugly. I also wanted to quit. My voice was also hoarse: "Don't think too much. This thing should have no grudge against us, otherwise it will just antagonize us."

Yes, putting a doll over there won’t have any impact on us. At worst, we won’t go to that house. I’ll continue writing my novel and you can continue with your class.”
Chapter completed!