I have been unemployed for more than three months and have not found a satisfactory job. The apartment I rented cost more than 1,000 yuan a month, but I gave it up. However, the fat landlord still cheated me out of more than 500 yuan.
Whenever I think of this, I feel so angry.
Fortunately, within a few days I found a cheap and spacious apartment. I was ecstatic. Just imagine, a house of more than 100 square meters, rented for only 600 yuan a month, anyone would feel that they got a great bargain.
So I paid a year's rent without thinking too much. But after renting this apartment, I regretted it a little. Because these days, almost every night someone would knock on my door, looking for someone named "Jiang Jiuzhen".
I don't know who Jiang Jiuzhen is. But those people who come to visit me are annoying. And many times, those people who knock on the door look weird to me. I always feel that there is something strange about them.
The first night I moved in, someone knocked on the door.
He was an old man who was in poor health. When I opened the door and saw him, I was almost scared to death by his appearance. His face was pale yellow under the light of the corridor. He was wearing a black suit with a floral pattern on the chest and square green buttons. He looked like he was wearing a shroud.
Before I could even open my mouth, he asked me if I was Jiang Jiuzhen. I said no. Then he said he was looking for Jiang Jiuzhen. I said I didn't know Jiang Jiuzhen and didn't know where Jiang Jiuzhen was.
But the weird old man still insisted on looking for Jiang Jiuzhen. And at the end, his voice became extremely gloomy and sneaky, and even sounded a little creepy.
I had no choice but to shut the door roughly and ignore him. But after closing the door, I felt uneasy. So I leaned against the door and looked out through the peephole to see if he was still at the door. Fortunately, he didn't stay for long and left.
This was the first person to knock on the door of my new apartment.
The second person who knocked on my apartment door in the middle of the night was a woman.
The woman was wearing a light gauze dress and had a tall, slim figure. Of course, this was my conclusion before I could see her clearly.
When I saw her clearly, to be honest, I shuddered. The woman's face was pale.
Her eyes were hidden in her long black hair, like the eyes of a dead fish, without any luster. Her lips were bright red, giving me the feeling that she had just drunk chicken blood.
She was just like the old man. She asked me if I was Jiang Jiuzhen right away. I said no. She seemed a little bit unconvinced. She stared at my eyes for a long time. It made me feel creepy.
At that time, I was so scared that I broke out in cold sweat. Later, she asked me where Jiang Jiuzhen was. I told her that I didn't know Jiang Jiuzhen and didn't know where she was.
At the end, seeing that I didn't say anything, the woman lowered her head and left the door of the apartment I rented. Strangely enough, when she left, I found that her body was light and fluttering, as if she were a paper figure. And I didn't hear her footsteps when she left.
I felt unlucky and closed the door quickly.
This was the second person to knock on the door of my new apartment.
Next is the third one.
The third person who knocked on my door was a young man. He was dressed in a flashy way, with a big afro and silver earrings. His clothes were also baggy and gave him a non-mainstream vibe.
Before the young man could speak, I asked him if he was here to see Jiang Jiuzhen. He seemed to have done something wrong and didn't dare to look up at me.
He just nodded. But when he nodded, I could hear the "cracking" sound coming from his neck, as if his neck was a rusted mechanical part that was out of oil.
I told him directly that I was not Jiang Jiuzhen, nor did I know Jiang Jiuzhen, let alone where Jiang Jiuzhen was. I also told him not to come here to look for Jiang Jiuzhen anymore, because Jiang Jiuzhen was not here at all.
At the end, perhaps because I was feeling angry, I slammed the door of my apartment.
But this was only the third one. For the next half month, someone would knock on my door just after midnight almost every night.
Helplessly, I pasted an A4 paper on the door of my apartment, with big black pen writing on it: There is no Jiang Jiuzhen here.
But those knockers seemed to have not noticed the A4 paper. Someone still came to the door of my apartment every night at 12 o'clock and knocked on the door. It was like it was time for them to knock.
It's like it's stuck.
I have become disgusted with those people who knock on the door. And my sleep quality has also declined. These days, I have dreams almost every night, and they are all nightmares.
I was so annoyed by their begging for mercy that I felt that the middle-aged landlord must have cheated me, otherwise he would not have rented the apartment to me at such a low price. And I thought there might be something fishy going on
I feel a little regretful. I shouldn't have rented this apartment just to save a little money.
Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took the initiative to call the landlord. But the nasty landlord comforted me for a few words and then hung up the phone. He also told me indirectly that if I didn't want to live in the apartment anymore, I could move out, but the rent would not be refunded.
In the end, when I called the landlord again, his phone was always busy. It seemed that he might have blocked my number. To be honest, I almost called the police at that time. But I was afraid that the police would think I was making trouble, so I gave up the idea.
What makes me feel helpless is that after the knocks on the door at night, sometimes I can hear ghosts howling in the corridor. The most annoying thing is that I can't see anyone when I lean on the door and look outside. I have reported this to the property management of the community several times, but they don't believe me at all. They look at me as if I am crazy.
I was so scared that I didn't dare to go out at night. There were two times when I was very hungry and I had to force myself to go out in the morning. And the strange thing was that a few times at night, through the peephole, I actually found large patches of bright red blood on the wall in front of my house.
Those bloodstains connected together, like a series of ghost faces, very scary. From that time on, I knew that there must be something strange about the apartment I was staying in. But every time I went out the next morning, the bloodstains on the wall would disappear.
I even leaned over the wall to smell if there was any blood, but I can assure you that there was no blood at all. If there was no blood, where did all the bright red blood go? I was completely nervous.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that the apartment I rented is in Room 402, Unit 4, Building 4, Xiyuan Community.
Ah, don't knock on my door in the middle of the night when you have nothing to do.
That morning, I dragged my tired body back to Xiyuan Community without finding a job. When I went upstairs to open the door, I met the resident next door. He was a slightly fat man with a dark face.
When he saw me, he frowned and asked me directly, "Are you new here?"
I nodded and said, "Brother, I just moved here and have lived here for more than half a month."
This brother didn't seem to plan to chat with me any more. He said "Oh" and turned to open the door. But when he was about to enter his room, he turned his head to look at me and asked me in a deliberately low voice, "Do you know Jiang Jiuzhen?"
When I heard the three words "Jiang Jiuzhen", my scalp went numb, as if I was struck by lightning. Anger rose up in my heart in an instant.
I asked this elder brother coldly, "Are you also looking for Jiang Jiuzhen?"
However, the answer this elder brother gave me left me confused. He said to me: "I am not looking for Jiang Jiuzhen. He is already dead, why would I look for him!"
Jiang Jiuzhen is dead? I was shocked.
I quickly asked this guy what was going on. But he refused to say anything. Just before closing the door, he reminded me, "Little brother, this apartment you rent is quite spooky. You have to be careful."
The elder brother didn't explain clearly and hurriedly closed the door of his house.
I stood there like a log, my eyebrows almost twisted together. It was not difficult to hear from the words of the big brother next door that he might know something. But he didn't want to tell me more. But I still analyzed some things.
First of all, Jiang Jiuzhen is a real person, and he used to live in apartment 402. In addition, Jiang Jiuzhen is dead. As for Jiang Jiuzhen's apartment, I heard from the big brother that it was quite weird, so I suspected that Jiang Jiuzhen might have died in this apartment.
But it's not a big deal if someone dies in a house. Besides, there are so many houses where people have died that it's impossible for a house to be vacated just because someone has died. If that were the case, what's the difference between a house and a grave
Although I felt unlucky, I still used the key to open the door.
Apartment door.
Recently, I have been going to bed very late. I don't want to be woken up by knocks on the door. And I will no longer get up to open the door when someone knocks on the door like I did in the beginning. Now, if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, I will ignore it.
After I got home, I was a little hungry, so I made a bucket of instant noodles. After eating the noodles, I was still warm, so I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I'm not afraid of being laughed at when I tell you this, but when I was taking a shower, I lost my grip on the white soap and it fell to the ground, and it also slipped under the sink.
Then I reached out, but when I reached under the sink, I didn't touch the soap but something else. I pulled it out from under the sink and pulled out a paper bag.
There was a lot of dust on the paper bag, and it looked like it had been under the sink for quite some time. I thought it was strange, so I turned off the hot water, squatted down with my butt naked, and opened the paper bag.
After opening the paper package, I was a little surprised. Inside the paper package was a tattered book with worn and wrinkled corners. On top of the book were several long yellow papers, a brush, and a small iron box. The iron box contained cinnabar. I even found a round compass, a copper bell tied with red cloth, and a small bamboo tube.
Ignoring everything else, I wiped my hands and picked up the tattered book to read. The cover of the book was made of kraft paper, with six large characters written in brush: Yin Yang Soul Crossing Notes.
However, the writing styles of the four words "Yin Yang Du Hun" and the two words "Notes" are different. It is obvious that the two words "Notes" were added later.
The six words were not very eye-catching, so I opened the notebook directly. However, after opening the notebook, I was completely shocked. The contents in the notebook were mostly some amazing stories, and they were very mysterious. I also found that many of the stories may have been encountered in our lives, but we may not find them strange.
However, many stories in this notebook are related to one "thing".
(to be continued)
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