All I had was self-blame. And those people's eyes seemed to be accusing me of my fault. Especially in the forest, even the eyes of my eyes were projecting hostility. Until one day, I was surprised to find that she was getting more and more haggard, her face became paler, and a strange smile was on the corner of her mouth. I walked up tentatively: "An, are you okay..."

"I? Very good." A cold air ejaculated in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she wanted to signal her smile, but this falseness made me shiver unconsciously.

"It's okay, that's fine..." I turned back to my seat.

More than a month later, she simply resigned.

I don't know where she went. Occasionally one day I met her on the streets of the town. I instinctively wanted to stop her. But her eyes were dull and looked ahead, as if she didn't notice me at all, so she flashed, turned around the corner, and disappeared...

One day three months later, the police suddenly knocked on my door and told me one thing - An died. He died in the house she rented. His door found my address in her bag, so he came to me. He just suspected the cause of her death. As a result, nothing was found after investigation. According to them, because her body was intact and there was no trace of fighting, it should not be robbery or burglary. So, the conclusion of death was natural.

I was silent.

A week later, I went to the house she rented, which was a two-story old building built in the 1930s. Outside the building was mixed with several tall sycamore trees. The evening sun shone through the dry and yellow leaves, and the mottled shadows that fell off duty were scattered on the gray walls. A gust of wind blew, swaying back and forth like a ghost... Living on the second floor, there was a study room and a bedroom, with the bedroom window facing north. Because the sun could not shine in for a long time, the air was a damp and rotten smell. Occasionally, there was a faint perfume smell - it was her. A thick layer of gray was accumulated on the peeling red paint floor. The entire bedroom was almost 80 square meters. There were white walls on all four sides, empty and lonely... The room was almost empty, leaving only a double bed, covered with a layer of white cotton cloth. I stood in the middle of the house. The memories slowly soaked my eyes.

Everything is blurred.

Blurry light and blurry shadow.

...

Suddenly, with a "squeak" sound in the corner of the wall, my heart suddenly rose to my throat, and a burst of fear. I saw a fat mouse coming out from the right corner of the wall - I breathed a sigh of relief. But it was precisely because of the appearance of the mouse that I accidentally discovered a dark room - I thought it was probably a closet or something. I tried hard to open the dark room door, and a dark white light reflected from the window to the wall, and then reflected back there - I found that it was a mirror - a very old mirror, more than one person tall, inlaid with a frame made of mahogany, many of which had peeled off. The mirror was brown and glowing with a little light, and inside it was my shadow, looming, and there was nothing... The house was big and spacious.

The landlord is a mute old man, but he actually rented it on behalf of the government. I just heard some local old people say that a long time ago, the owner of the house was a very rich southern boss. He thought it was quiet and planned to settle here in his later years. But he didn't know why, and he died two years later. I heard that he was very healthy before, and he didn't know what disease he got. So few people rented the house, and they all said that the house was evil. I once heard An say that renting it was because it was very quiet, no one disturbed it, and the rent was very cheap...

After a few days, my rent was about to expire, but the editorial department was not very prosperous. I had to teach so much water, electricity, etc. After a lot of expenses, my salary was almost a little left. Suddenly I remembered the house I lived in. As for the legend of ghosts and gods there, I don’t believe it because I am an atheist. Besides, the rent of the house I lived in was nearly half cheaper than mine, so I decided to live there. The next day, I went to No. 330 Wutong Street - the place where I lived.

When the old man Wang saw me, he just drew it, meaning that he told me not to live there. I also drew it and said to him: I am not afraid. That afternoon, I moved in with my luggage - in fact, there was no luggage, just two big bags, nothing but a little clothing, old photos and some daily necessities.

After many days of quietness, nothing strange happened, so I was naturally relieved. I went to the editorial department during the day, then went to the small shop on the street to eat something, then came back and lie on the bed and read the book, and fell asleep as I watched it. This is how life lived.

One afternoon, I suddenly received a letter from Han, saying that she regretted that he was not good to her. His life outside was very hard, he missed home, and I... I don't know what happened. I always thought I should hate her, or that her pain should make me happy. But in the end I realized that I still loved her... I was lying in bed that night, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. By the middle of the night, it felt like it was the second day of the day, and I was confused and felt someone walking downstairs. The floor that had been disrepaired for a long time made a "squeak ￣ squeak ￣" sound, and I felt a chill. I thought---the only one with the key, Mr. Wang and I couldn't be him, right? Is he weird about night travel? I got up and lighted the light, but strangely, the light broke at this time. I think it was probably because of my disrepair.

I turned on the flashlight, walked down the corridor, followed the dark light, leaned against the handrail, and shone the living room on the first floor. The living room was empty, and the door lock was still locked. I thought it was probably because I was too tired these two days, maybe it was just an illusion. Back to the upper floor, I glanced at the mirror (I moved it out, I didn't have a mirror, so it was just usable), and suddenly I saw some sticky liquid oozing out of the frame, more and more, slowly flowing down the edge of the frame, which was dark red, and a fishy smell was floating in the room... It was blood! I was so scared that I dropped the flashlight on the ground. I took the flashlight and walked closer to look, and I found that it was just some water. What leaked from the roof was because it rained for two consecutive days and the roof leaked. I breathed a sigh of relief, maybe I was really tired...

The next night, I wanted to rest and took out the old photo of me. She smiled brightly, and so did I. Looking back on the happy time at that time, I fell asleep, and in a daze, I heard the sound of someone walking around, and it seemed that someone was calling me: Jiahui, how are you? Are you okay?... That sound is ethereal and friendly...

"Who is calling me?" I suddenly woke up from my dream and let out a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!