A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 1: Wedge

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My name is Wu Rui, I am 25 years old, and I am an office worker living in an ordinary small county town. However, I have not gone to work for three months. It is not because I don’t want to go, but because the boss thinks that my mental outlook is really damaging the company’s image, so fired me.

I also feel that my mental outlook is really bad. I have not eaten, slept or got out of bed all day.

And I don't intend to change the current state: turn on all the lights, hugging my legs in a daze.

"Boom, boom, boom." There were several very polite knocks on the door.

I raised my head, looked towards the door with a trace of fear, and slowly stretched out my body that was a little stiff because I kept a posture for too long.

I don't want to open the door, but I know it's no use.

With a sound of "squeak", I opened the locked door, and a sunny courier boy was looking for something in the sidecar on his body. Perhaps he heard the sound of the door opening, and said very politely without raising his head: "No Excuse me, wait a moment."

I nodded slightly, and leaned my body against the door frame, without urging him, and even wanted him to keep searching like this.

However, the courier guy quickly raised his head, looked at me and said half-jokingly: "I found it, yo, buddy, the decadent wind is getting stronger and stronger."

The courier boy's words are very familiar. Anyone who delivers a letter every three days will become familiar with the owner, even if it is only one-sided.

I didn't want to know him, or even meet him.

"Come" the courier guy handed over a white envelope, smiled and said to me: "Please, sign it, you are a pen pal, right? Every three days, it is really punctual, but there are not many pen pals in this era." See."

I ignored him, stared blankly at the white envelope handed over, took it lightly, then retracted my body into the door, closed it, and locked it.

"Yes, let me sign for you." The courier boy said loudly outside, but then fell silent.

I slowly sat back on the bed and recovered the posture just now. Only in this posture can I feel a little sense of security, although I know that this is just deceiving myself.

The white envelope was right in front of me. I looked at the letter. There was only the recipient’s information on the pure white envelope, but there was no sender. In the space of the sender’s address, there was an eye drawn, like a child’s. The graffiti looks very distorted and weird.

I stared blankly at the letter and sat there until the afternoon, until the last rays of the setting sun shone directly on the envelope through the open window.

I stretched out my hand. Actually, I didn't want to read it, but I still picked up the envelope. At this moment, I didn't know if I was possessed.

Slowly tore the envelope along the dotted line, and suddenly several photos fell out, three in total.

Sure enough, there were three photos as usual, and they were neatly placed on the bed as always, as if they had been carefully arranged.

I hesitated for a long time, and picked up the photo with trembling hands before the sun disappeared.

The top photo is a life photo, a little girl about 18 or 9 years old is standing beside a bunch of flowers, her right hand is making a victory gesture, her body is slightly leaning towards the flowers, her delicate face is full of flowers like flowers. Delicate smile.

Beautiful, I took a deep breath and set the first photo aside.

The second photo is a gloomy small river, a girl in a white dress is lying on the cobblestones by the river, her loose hair covers her entire head, her two slender feet are weakly placed in the water, It seems to be swaying with the river.

I can't see the girl's face from the photo, but I know that this is the girl in the first photo, and then I put the photo together with the first photo.

The last photo is also by the dark river. A girl also dressed in white is standing in the river below her waist, with her head tilted and a beautiful smile like the one in the first photo. It seems nothing special, but It always looks kind of weird.

I took a closer look, and it turned out that the girl's back was facing the camera, but her head was... turned 180 degrees.

My heart skipped a beat, and there was a chill on my empty back. I hurriedly kicked my back against the wall, which would make me less afraid.

When I was moving towards the wall, the photo fell onto the bed. The third photo, which should be on the top, went to the bottom strangely, and the three photos were neatly stacked on the bed.

I don't know how long it took before I slowly regained my strength, put the three photos back into the envelope, walked slowly to the table facing the bed, and carefully put the envelope into the box that already contained countless white envelopes. Inside the box, I was as careful as if I was afraid of waking up a sleeping demon.

Looking at the box, I slowly retreated to the bed. Since three months ago, I have received such a letter from the courier guy or his colleague every three days.

There is also only the recipient, and there is no sender, and they also have those eyes that are like children's graffiti.

And each letter will also have three photos, no matter how I throw them, they will be stacked neatly: a photo of life, a photo of dying and a very weird photo. It's just that the people in each photo are different, old or young, male or female.

I took a long breath and looked at the box not far away. At first, I also thought it was a prank by my friend, but the owner of the printing shop opposite told me that these were just overexposed waste photos, and I couldn’t see the content at all. , I was a little scared, because everyone in the photo is so clear.

Later, I found many people, including friends and neighbors, but everyone said exactly the same thing as the owner of the printing shop.

Everyone is lying to me, I live in Truman's world

However, I know that this is impossible. In fact, now I hope to live in Truman's world, although everything is fake.

What I am facing now is real, at least, the fear is real.

It was already dark outside, and the alarm clock rang on time at 7:30. I slowly picked up the remote control by the bedside, and turned on the TV, the local news channel. This channel has been on the TV for the past few months and has never been changed.

I quietly watched the reports that seemed to come from nothingness, until finally, a piece of news appeared: this morning, a morning jogger found a dead body by the river, and the police The police on duty rushed to the scene quickly. After forensic identification, the victim was a female, 18 years old. The time of death was around 1 am. The possibility of suicide has been ruled out. The identity and cause of death of the victim are currently being further confirmed...

After watching the news, I turned off the TV. The people in the photos may not necessarily appear in the news of the day, but a large part of them will appear, and those who did not appear should have not been discovered. Since the day I received the photos For a moment, I knew that the person in the photo was not alive.

I turned on all the lights in the room, even the desk lamp. The flashlight was also turned on, fixed with a few thick books, and illuminated the bottom of the bed.

As time passed, the sounds outside gradually became less and less, only the occasional roar of passing cars.

I feel like I'm about to collapse, whose prank is on earth.

A urge to urinate hit me, and I slowly left the bed. The bathroom door was not closed, and the lights and the bathroom heater were on. But when I was relaxing, I kept looking around with my eyes. The feeling of not being relied on made me feel very difficult Bear.

After relaxing, I zipped up and raised my head. I was startled by myself in the mirror. What kind of life is this

I rushed out of the bathroom and slammed the box on the ground. Countless envelopes flew in the air. Several photos fell out and were neatly placed on the ground. The top one was a photo of life with a smile on it.

"Come on, what are you going to do? Come on." At this moment, I hope that all the ghosts in the photo will come out, tear me into pieces, and just feel the pain. If I keep suppressing like this, I will definitely go crazy.

"It's almost 12 o'clock. If you don't sleep, you will get nervous." The neighbor's abuse came through the wall.

I slumped on the ground and kicked away the envelope that was very close to me with my feet. I couldn’t help but shed tears. It’s embarrassing to say, but I’ve never been a bold person. It's just skipping class.

Sitting on the ground for a whole night, I stood up unsteadily, no, I have to leave, I can't stay here any longer.

I packed a few pieces of clothes indiscriminately, and hurried out of the house.

"Xiao Wu, are you going on a trip?"

I looked up and saw that it was the neighbor's aunt who probably came back from morning exercise and was smiling at me.

I nodded, gave a light "um", and didn't care if my aunt heard it clearly, I just hailed a taxi and fled as if I left the home where I had lived for 5 years.

On the other side of the county town, I chose a hotel with a little luggage. The hotel was not good, but there were a lot of people staying there, and the room I chose was right outside the window of a night market stall, which was open until 2 or 3 in the morning every day.

This room was originally used by the hotel owner to store things. There is no way, most people would not choose such a room. When I insisted on asking for it, the owner was surprised for a long time.

After packing up my things, I went to bed early. Although there were loud punches and conversations outside, this night was the best sleep I had since I received the letter.

It was also the only day without nightmares.

For several days in a row, I fell asleep with the noise outside, and I felt that my energy was much better. One afternoon, I went out for a walk. This was the first time in several months that I was in the mood to go shopping.

Near noon, I found a small shop outside to have something to eat, then went back to the hotel. After staying for a few days, the owner of the hotel became familiar with me. Seeing me go in, he greeted me with a smile. He greeted the boss with a rare smile.

When I was about to pass the counter, I asked out of nowhere, "Boss Tang, is there any delivery from me?"

Boss Tang was stunned for a moment and said, "Express delivery, no? You have something to arrive, so let me pay attention."

I shook my head quickly: "Don't pay attention, don't pay attention." Then, with a bright smile, I waved to Boss Tang, and walked towards my room under Boss Tang's strange eyes.

It's fine without express delivery. I seem to have let go of the huge boulder that has been pressing on my chest. Even when I opened the door, my hands became much more flexible.

When I opened the door, I was stunned. A familiar white envelope was lying quietly on the aisle floor, which seemed to have been stuffed in through the crack of the door.

I just felt my body stiffen in an instant, no, no, Boss Tang clearly said that there is no express delivery.

I forced myself to swallow my saliva, bent down to pick up the letter, turned around and walked out of the room quickly, before reaching the front desk, I waved the envelope in my hand and questioned loudly: "Boss Tang, didn't you say that no one delivered the courier?" ?"

Boss Tang seemed taken aback by my exaggerated reaction, looked at me cautiously and said, "Yes, no, what's wrong?"

"Then this letter?" I don't know what kind of expression I have, but when I saw Boss Tang stand up and put the chair down on the ground, with a look of fear on his face, I fell silent. Isn't it easy to send a letter to yourself with such a photo

I waved my hand feebly, expressing my apology, and walked slowly towards the room. Boss Tang's voice came from behind: "Xiao Wu, are you okay?"

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