When I got home, Hanxue was not there. My father told me that Hanxue had returned home to live during this period.
I didn't say anything. In fact, if I had this thought, it was normal that Han Xue didn't come.
I feel at ease knowing that his father plays with Xiaozhe and teaches him.
I was sleeping in the middle of the night when someone knocked on the glass. I was startled. There was a shadow behind the curtain, but I couldn't tell who it was.
Knocking on the glass in the middle of the night, not knocking on the door, seems to be a problem. I took the stick placed in the corner and went to the door, but the door was blocked and could not be opened. It seems that this was done by someone. Did I offend anyone? Obviously not. My social circle is small because I am a refiner. Even my classmates don’t like to associate with me. My childhood playmates have gradually drifted away. I feel very lonely.
I immediately pulled open the window curtain and screamed in fright. It turned out that he was wearing the mask he had drawn. The man ran away. From the back, I could see that it was a man. What was he going to do
I thought only rich people would do this, because I took their property away, and I was challenging the rich, but wasn't it a little too meaningless to do this? I opened the window, jumped out, and took down the thing that was against the door. When I turned around, I found a gasoline. I was shocked at the time. What if he didn't knock on the glass? Was knocking on the glass a warning to me
I was sweating and didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
After dawn, I went to Fu's house. The eldest son of the Fu family had just gotten up, and Yun Bai had also just gotten up.
I didn't say anything. Yun Bai was stunned when he saw me and hid himself.
It didn't look like something done by a rich family, so I didn't say anything and turned away. The head of the rich family stared at me for a long time without saying anything.
I was thinking about this person, it's really strange, why would he do this
When I got to work, my partner was already working.
"I'm late."
"Who doesn't have anything to do?"
After finishing work that day, we went to Lai Xi for dinner and the farm manager treated us.
Laixi is a place I don't like to visit, it's a gloomy place. This Lao Yu is a painter, the strangest thing is that no one can understand the paintings of this painter, so he is not regarded as a painter.
All of his paintings are hung in his own hotel, from the first floor to the third floor, in the corridors and rooms. It is really hard to understand those paintings.
We entered the room and ordered food. I looked at a painting on the wall. It was really strange. As I looked at it, it became more and more eerie. It looked like a woman's head, with disheveled hair covering her face. How could this be
I'm a little scared, and this painting seems a bit weird.
This is where funerals are held. It’s always funerals, never weddings.
After dinner that day, when we left, the corridor was very long and dark, and the lights were so dim, it felt eerie. I looked back and saw the familiar figure, the person who came to our house yesterday.
I was startled and then ran after him.
This building has three floors, but it is winding. There are many corridors like this. If you go around and around, you will get lost. They are all connected. I am not familiar with this place.
I chased him, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to run. He just kept swaying. I chased him into a dead end. There was no passage. But he disappeared. He must have gone into a room. What was his consciousness
I didn't figure it out, so I stood on this side of the corridor, thinking, without moving, and listening, but there was no sound at all.
I had no choice but to move forward. Each door was staggered, with one door every two meters on both sides. I didn't know which room the person was in.
The manager and his partner chased after him.
"Master Ke, what's going on?"
"It's okay, I saw a friend, you guys go back first."
They grumbled and went away.
I walked in and listened slowly. There was no sound. I walked to the end and heard a panting sound, although it was very small. This was the top wall room at the end of the corridor, the top wall rooms outside the two sides. This was a bad room, an unlucky house.
I opened the door immediately, and right in front of it was a painting. It was by Master Yun Zheng. I was stunned and wondered what this meant.
I slowly backed away. I felt that this was not a good thing. It seemed that something happened to the master. This person came to me and was holding a gasoline barrel. It seemed that the matter was not small.
I took a few steps back and there was a coughing sound inside. It was intentional, as if to stop me from going back. I kept backing away and when I was almost at the end, that person suddenly stood out, still with a mask on. The lights in the corridor were dim and I couldn't see that person clearly.
I left anyway. I couldn't go in at the moment and didn't know what was going on inside.
I came out of Xilai, went home, and played with Xiaozhe for a while. I felt too unsafe. What if that man came again in the middle of the night and really set a fire
After dark, I went to Xilai, entered a private room, and sat there drinking. The waiter never showed up again after serving the dishes and wine. Xilai only handles funerals, but these private rooms are for guests. The strangest thing is that everyone knows that this is a place for funerals, but some people just like to eat in the private rooms here. I don't know what the reason is.
I stared at the painting on the wall. It was the woman with disheveled hair again. I called the waiter and after shouting a few times, the waiter came running in.
"Call your boss."
I actually know this boss and have met him several times.
The boss has a studio on the third floor. He is basically always there and seldom goes out.
The boss came in and saw it was me and said.
"It's Master Ke."
"Sit down and have a drink together."
The boss sat down.
"Why is Master Ke so free today?"
"It's not that I'm free, but that I'm busy. Sell this painting to me for a hundred dollars."
"No, I'm glad you like it. I'll give it to you."
"Thank you very much. I would like to ask, what is the room on the top wall at the end of the westernmost corridor on the third floor used for?"
The boss was stunned for a long time before speaking.
"That room has always been sealed, nailed shut. Three years ago, two people were eating there, and unexpectedly, they both died there, committed suicide. It was really unlucky. My business was bad that year, so I sealed that room afterwards."
"But I saw someone yesterday."
The boss was startled.
"Impossible? Who would go there? Everyone here knows about it, and the rooms in the corridor over there are not occupied. They are all idle. There are many empty rooms, and the waiters will not take you there."
“Not a dinner person.”
"Go and have a look."
"I don't think it's appropriate now. This person is staying here with you and also lives here with you. I think it's like this. We need to have a drink later and talk about your painting."
"My paintings are random, I can't even understand them myself. You should know something about paintings, and it seems like you like them very much. People in the painting world call me an idiot, saying that I have been painting for my whole life, but no one can understand a single one of them."
"I don't think so."
I took out a pen and paper, drew the woman with disheveled hair, and handed it to him. He was startled and stood up.
"Who is this woman?"
The boss Dong Jun looked at me blankly for a long time and said.
"Can you understand?"
“I can’t say I understand it, I just see it.”
"Then we can be friends."
Dong Jun sat down.
"Actually, this restaurant was left by my father. After he passed away, my wife Xiaofeng and I ran this restaurant. We didn't hold funerals at first, but later we did. After funerals, people who attended weddings stopped coming. That's how we lived. Xiaofeng died on the third floor. The strangest thing is why she committed suicide. I can't figure it out. I miss her, so I scribble every day. But I found that these drawings were not just random. When I was in a quiet state, I could see her coming. I really could see her."
This is a really strange thing, suicide.
"Are you sure it was suicide?"
"The police came and told me, and the forensic doctor also gave the result."
I don't think so, but I didn't say that. Things like this shouldn't be talked about casually.
"So that's how it is. No wonder, you're about the same age as me, and your hair is all white. It shows that you're a man who values friendship."
"That's right. I've been in this studio for so many years and basically have no friends. I didn't expect that you could understand my paintings. Let's have a drink."
We chatted until midnight, and if I hadn't mentioned going to the third floor, Dong Jun almost forgot about it.
We went to the third floor and saw nail holes on the door on the top wall. I knew it had been pulled out, and Dong Jun also noticed it.
He pulled the door and it opened.
The lights were on in the room. We went in and saw a man sitting in a reclining chair, smiling at us with a cigarette in his hand.
We don't know this person.
"Teacher Dong, Painter Dong, Master Ke, you are so annoying. I never thought you two would come together. I don't need to trouble you any more. Please take a seat."
We sat down, and there was anger in Dong Jun's eyes. This was his restaurant, and he didn't even know about such a person living here.
"What do you mean?"
"Of course, I know I'm interested. Have some tea first. I've lived here for two years. I found you for a reason. I don't want to live here anymore. I'll leave after everything is over."
"What are you talking about?"
"The matter is not complicated. Do you know who the two people who committed suicide here that year were?"
"have no idea."
"My mother and father were determined to have committed suicide, but I don't think so. I think there were other reasons. They loved each other and had a son like me. Of course, they would not commit suicide."
"I don't know about this, but the police said it was suicide. It has had a lot of impact on me. I didn't look for you, but you came to me."
Dong Jun was angry.
"Let me explain this to you slowly. My father is a stenographer. Do you know shorthand? He can write down 300 words in one minute."
This is something I can't think of, three hundred words, that's impossible.
"Of course, shorthand has its own symbols. Look at this piece of paper."
A piece of paper was handed to Dong Jun. Dong Jun looked at it for a long time without saying anything. He asked me to look at it. I couldn't understand it. It was indeed a shorthand symbol.
“We don’t understand.”
“This is the translation.”
When the translated paper was taken out, Dong Jun stood up after reading it. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.
I was stunned after reading it. How is this possible
It actually said that we died, and that we were harmed by Ren Feng. She used a method that we did not expect. She fell in love with me, but my wife and I were in love, which was impossible. So she used this method...
Ren Feng is Dong Jun’s wife, and she wrote these words in the last moments before this person’s death.
What methods were used? Couldn't the police see it
"Impossible. If my wife had killed him, the police would have been able to find her."
"Dong Jun, do you think I don't know anything? I've lived here for two years. What have I done in the past two years? Your wife committed suicide three months after my parents died here. Is it such a coincidence?"
Dong Jun's face turned pale.
"Just tell me what you mean."
"This is a fact. Your wife Ren Feng used a trick. You and Mao Xiaoli are friends from the crematorium. Master Ke should know about this. Although she is much younger than you and has not been in the crematorium for long, she is quite strange. As you know, no one wants to have contact with her. But you and your wife have a good relationship with Mao Xiaoli who always comes here to eat, especially your wife."
I didn't expect it to be like this. Mao Xiaoli has only been in the place for two or three years. She is a young girl who has worked as a refiner for a year and is currently working as a makeup artist. She is particularly strange and weird. It makes people feel uneasy just to see her, so she almost keeps to herself in the place.
I didn’t expect things to turn out like this, the man continued.
"All of this is related to Mao Xiaoli. Now we just need this person. I don't know what means she used, but you should know. Look at your hotel and you should understand."
Master Yunzheng and He Dana also told me about Yin Sha. Yin Sha is an invisible killing that the police cannot see. It is suicide. So Master Yunzheng did not teach me this kind of thing, and He Dana didn't teach me either. They said it was useless and could only make people want to kill. Then how did Mao Xiaoli learn it when she had just been in the scene for a short time
In fact, Yin Sha is also a method of Yin Xue, which is learned from practice. You may have learned Yin Sha unintentionally. This invisible killing is quite scary.
I don't believe that Mao Xiaoli would kill someone secretly, and I'm sweating.
"I don't want to say too much about this matter today. I will leave today and give you some time to discuss it and give me an answer. Do you understand?"
The guy picked up the bag on the ground and walked away, obviously having anticipated everything.
Dong Jun broke out in a sweat. He was panicked and confused. He couldn't believe that his beloved wife would be like that.
When I went home that day, I couldn't figure out what all this had to do with me. What did Dong Jun mean by forcing me to come out
It seems that this matter is also related to me. I can't run away. Dong Jun didn't tell me. He said he would tell me later. Things have to be solved bit by bit, bit by bit.
There's something really scary about this man.
"What's going on?"
"I remember now. Ren Feng always mentioned a person, a college classmate. The man who died was him. After the incident, Ren Feng started to have wild thoughts and became a little abnormal. I thought that some evil spirit had come over her because she lived here, so I asked her to move to another house, but she refused. I always found her going to that room in the middle of the night. Later, I nailed her down, but she would still stand in the corridor in her white pajamas. Now I understand."
Dong Jun covered his face and said nothing. (To be continued)