Chapter 0013 Blood-stained Diary
That’s a whole drawer of RMB!
There are probably hundreds of thousands of red codes put together, which are particularly dazzling under the cold light of the mobile phone screen.
My eyes widened and it took me a while to come back to my senses.
Nowadays, people use mobile phones to pay, but some people still keep so much cash at home. Is this money unclean?
For a pauper like me, this amount of money is as tempting as a naked beauty standing in front of me. How can I not be tempted?
But I still understand that you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you.
After looking at it a few more times reluctantly, I closed the heavy drawer with great pain.
The fact that so much money can be kept at home proves that someone lives in the house. How can we verify whether it belongs to Sister Hong?
I turned around and leaned against the desk, thinking hard.
The light from the mobile phone
I walked over quickly and pulled it out.
This is a notebook with blood stains on its brown leather cover.
Most of the paper inside was torn out, leaving only one page.
May 5th.
The thing I fear most has finally happened. What should I do?
Like a diary, with only a few short sentences.
There were a lot of dark red bloodstains on the page, which were shocking and soaked the back of the paper. It was like a bloody hand holding a pen and writing these words.
Judging from the writing style, it is obviously written by a woman.
However, the handwriting was messy and twisted, and the hand holding the pen seemed to be shaking. One can imagine how scared the person who wrote it was at the time.
Sister Hong’s pale and beautiful face suddenly appeared in my mind.
"What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you?"
This was the first sentence she said to me, and it was very similar in style to the sentence in the notebook.
Moreover, the day she came to see me was May 6th.
The most terrifying thing happened on the 5th.
On the 6th she came to my shop and asked for help.
It seems a bit too coincidental!
There was only this sentence in the entire notebook, and most of the pages were torn away, so no more clues were found. But I still had a hunch that these words were written by Sister Hong.
What exactly happened to her?
A beautiful and wealthy woman should have lived a pampered life, but she was mixed up with these weird and horrible things.
What is her relationship with the Ghost Story Live Room?
All kinds of questions and speculations emerged in my mind.
I took a picture of this sentence in the diary with my mobile phone, then closed the notebook and put it back where it was.
Leaving the study, I found a chair and propped myself up against the door.
The door opens inwards. If someone comes back and pushes the door open, they will inevitably hit the chair and make a noise.
Then I found a corner in the living room to hide.
I'm going to stay here tonight.
Sit back and wait!
If this is Sister Hong's home, she should come back. I just hope she is not a cunning woman with three burrows.
I turned off the light from my phone, and darkness as thick as ink pressed towards me.
The doors and windows were closed, the air was thick, and there was no sound in the huge house. It was so quiet that I could clearly hear my own breathing.
The waiting time is extremely unbearable, as if time is stretched infinitely.
I looked towards the door countless times, hoping that it would open, but I waited for a long time and there was still no movement.
Sitting alone in the dark, I always felt that something was watching me. I checked several times with my big black screen phone, but saw nothing.
This feeling is the most torturous.
I waited anxiously, not knowing how long, but in the end there was no support pillar and sleepiness gradually came over me.
I held my phone, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep unknowingly...
In a daze, I seemed to hear the sound of sharpening a knife.
Hohoho——
One by one, slowly and rhythmically.
My temple was throbbing and I wanted to wake up, but I was horrified to find that I couldn't open my eyes.
My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and my body couldn't move. It was as if an invisible terrifying force was imprisoning me. I was conscious but couldn't even move a finger.
I felt like something was standing next to me, looking down at me.
Fear spread through every pore of my body.
My breathing became more and more severe, like a dying fish, struggling with all my might, but could only watch my life slip away bit by bit.
It seems like a century.
I suddenly felt my body relax...
He woke up as if exhausted, and his eyelids slowly lifted.
It was no longer pitch dark; the room was grey and day had already begun.
I got up from the ground exhausted and ran to the gate to check.
The chair was left intact against the door and no one had ever come in.
What was that suffocating, stressful feeling last night?
It couldn't be a dream, it was too clear, and besides, I heard the sound of knife sharpening.
By the way, the middle-aged woman on the 17th floor also mentioned the sound of sharpening a knife!
I quickly moved the chair back to its original place, left 1802, and took the elevator to the 17th floor.
1702 door.
I calmed myself down and knocked on the door.
For a long time, no one answered.
There was no barking of dogs either.
not at home?
Now, I can only hope that the middle-aged woman will call me.
I sighed.
Standing at the elevator entrance, hesitant.
I don’t know whether I should continue to wait at 1802 or go back and make plans later.
After last night, I had a visceral fear of that house and I didn't know what would happen if I continued to stay in there.
But that house is most likely Sister Hong’s home. If you miss Sister Hong because of fear, you won’t be able to solve the secret of the ghost story live broadcast room.
Just when I was undecided, the phone rang. It was a call from my neighbor in the urban village.
"Hey, Xiao Li, aren't you home? Wang Quezi, the fortune teller, is waiting for you outside your shop. He has something urgent to tell you, so he wants you to go back quickly."
"I'm out on business. Please tell him and I'll be right back."
Wang Quezi didn’t have a cell phone, so he must have been getting impatient, so he asked someone to call me.
Putting away my phone, I glanced at the dark door, took the elevator downstairs, and prepared to go back to the village in the city.
It was already bright outside and the soft sunlight was shining on my body, but I still felt cold all over.
"Hey, what are you doing?" A fierce voice called me as I was walking through the garden.
Looking back, it was the community security guard.
"I'm here to look for someone." I evaded the question.
"Who are you looking for? What's the house number?" Perhaps my cheap clothes aroused the security guard's suspicion, he asked with his hands behind his back and a squint.
I suddenly had an idea: " Building 6, Unit 2, Room 1802."
The security guard looked strange for two seconds, then sneered contemptuously, with the pride of having seen through a lie.
"Haha, 1802 has been vacant since it was handed over. You are a little naive to try to deceive me! This is a private residence, no entry without permission, get out now, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"
