Takasugihara family

The rental house is not big, one living room, two bedrooms and one bathroom.

In Takasugihara's room.

The old-style windows on the windowsill were open to both sides, and the glass was shining with a distant light, and a gust of evening breeze blew in from outside the window, with a little scattered chill.

The room was not turned on, it was very dim. Only by vaguely seeing the environment of the room through the light outside the window.

Takasugihara's vague figure was lying on a clean bed, with his hands naturally placing on both sides of his body.

On his handsome face, a steady breath exhaled from his nose.

twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The alarm clock at the head of the bed rings.

Takasugihara, who was lying on the bed, had no movement. The bed was like a cemetery, and his whole body was set on the cemetery, sleeping peacefully forever.

The alarm clock rang for less than ten seconds, and when Takasugihara did not wake up, the "off" button on the screen was slowly swiped.

The alarm clock stops.

This is the perspective of ordinary people.

From another perspective that ordinary people cannot see.

A spirit body that was exactly the same as Takasugihara slowly emerged from his body.

The spirit first crossed off the alarm clock on the mobile phone screen, then stood up and stretched his waist.

This spirit body is Takasugihara's soul.

Takasugihara stretched his hands back and turned his neck.

He had no need to stretch at all, because stretching was to activate the muscles and bloodlines of the body.

The spirit body is composed of energy. Doing this kind of action not only cannot make the energy active, but it requires a lot of energy operation.

But this consumption is minimal, Takasugihara doesn't care, just treats psychological comfort.

Tonight, the night outside the window was as usual. The neon lights in the distance were quietly flashing, and the dark alleys nearby were silent like dreams. A couple in black clothes hugged each other on the street.

Takasugihara took his eyes away from the window, looked at himself lying on the bed, and sat at the computer desk.

Today he was not in a hurry to go out to find energy.

At this time, he was not the only one in the city to be active at night.

The red figure flashed in his eyes.

Therefore, before going out, he had to figure out some things, something about the female corpse.

The window was very quiet, and from time to time, one or two sounds of horns on the overpass in the distance came, which seemed unusually tinniling in the quiet.

In the room, in front of the empty computer desk, the chair slowly moved backwards, and then the computer screen slowly lit up.

A ticking sound came from the white keyboard, and the mouse on the mouse pad moved slowly.

Takasugihara looked at the information on the computer screen.

From search software, to news on various websites, to forums with small websites.

Finally, he found what he was looking for on a very old website.

This is a long-standing poster, and the web page layout inside is similar to the web pages ten years ago.

Takasugihara looked at the browsing traces. He was the first person to browse this poster in the past two years.

The name of this post bar is [Those warm daily life about XX community].

And this XX community is the community he was walking on yesterday afternoon.

As the mouse continues to slide down, some articles, post bar theme buildings, and pictures and texts continue to emerge.

The content in this poster is like a broken product, and many things have been deleted. Every time Takasugihara clicks on a topic to enter, it will show that after entering, [The relevant content has disappeared, please do not believe the rumors.] such warnings.

【Community Food Appreciation】

[Property Complaint!]

[Will a sick mouse die or recover after taking the rat poison I put?]

His eyes slowly swept through the numerous information, and Takasugihara's eyes were gradually attracted by a theme called [Iron Chain in the Community].

Click to enter, this theme building has not been deleted.

The mouse slowly swiped down, and Takasugihara saw this anonymous article and received hundreds of likes.

He slowly looked.

【Ominous 707】

[Actually, when I moved into this community, I vaguely felt something was wrong.

I bought a second-hand suite. Although it is second-hand, it is very suitable for our family's needs.

The building where the suite is located is located at the innermost part of the community, and opposite the building is a row of old trees. Others say that this location is too cool, but for a person who likes quietness, it is a great place to be sought after.

The suite is not big, only about 60 square meters, but this is enough for a normal family.

My husband and I, a seven-year-old child, stayed in this suite together.

Half a month ago when I moved in, my husband and I had visited this house.

The first impression of this community is that the greenery is very neat and the stairs are very clean.

The whole suite is also very nice, not big but cozy.

We bought this suite from the agent without saying a word.

This seems to be the beginning of a wonderful life, and my husband and I think so.

But in the first week of moving in, I discovered something unusual.

On weekend nights, I was preparing dinner for my husband and children.

As we were stir-frying the dishes, a clanging sound suddenly came from under the stove.

I turned off the fire and slowly opened the cabinet under the stove.

Deep in the cabinet, a blue-black python was lying quietly inside, with long black bodies entangled together. I screamed in fear, and then fell to the ground.

It was not until I calmed down that I could see clearly that it was a large blue-black iron chain.

Each iron buckle on the chain is as big as my two fingers. I don’t know what is attached to it. It is rusty and looks faintly red, and is stained with some debris of unknown things.

I quickly called my husband.

My husband rushed over and looked bad after seeing this scene, because just the day before he moved in, he came to this room and cleaned the house inside and out.

He swears that there was absolutely no such thing here when he cleaned it up.

The husband squatted down and tried to pull out the large iron chain that occupied one-third of the cabinet.

The sound of iron chains colliding together made me creepy.

Halfway through, the husband raised his head and his eyes were a little hesitant.

One end of the chain is buried under the floor, deep in the cabinet, and the cabinet is also connected, that is, the entire stove is covered with that chain.

His hands that he caught on the chain were also stained with red pieces.

We quickly found an agent and property here.

The first time they arrived, they called us out of the door.

Three or four big men wearing gray-green hats stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and the sound of a hammer hitting the ground was heard. The sound was very cold, as if it was knocking on my skin.

Finally, the few people tied the entire chain away with a sack.

The chains were in the sack, like a skinny gray snake with only bones left after death.

...】

When Takasugihara saw this, she felt a chill behind her inexplicably.

Is this a normal community routine?

How is this the same as a ghost story?

He swallowed and planned to continue reading, but the contents were deleted later.

In the last message, a user commented [Please don't believe this passage!]

Takasugihara looked at the theme building again, and the owner also specifically stated where he lived.

——It was the building he paid attention to this afternoon.

Immediately afterwards, he saw another incomplete conversation, as if replying to the poster.

[I also see similar iron chains, in the corridor, every day.

I live in the 910 suite on the highest floor. Every time I go down to the seventh floor, I always see a large blue-black iron chain curled up on the stairway on the seventh floor.
To be continued...