"There is a door in the closet?"

The black and red blood stains soaked into the depths of the wooden boards, as if there were similar patterns on the inner wall of the wardrobe. Han Fei did not dare to reach out and touch them directly. He first used his mobile phone to photograph all the blood stains in the wardrobe.

During the filming process, Han Fei made a new discovery. There is a very faint notch on the door god's body in the center of the door-shaped silhouette composed of blood stains.

Something crossed the door god's neck, and Han Fei searched the closet but didn't see the door god's head.

"The headless door **** in Room 4044? His head was beheaded by Fu Sheng?"

The wardrobe in front of him has witnessed the past and hidden secrets. If it is not really inconvenient, Han Fei would like to take this wardrobe back to his home.

Zhuang Ren's video tape did not record what happened in the room, but Han Fei could probably imagine the scene at that time based on the various anomalies at the scene.

"Fu Sheng said that the butterfly is the ghost of the deep world. It seems that the butterfly is indeed from the deep world, but what is its body? Will the butterfly reveal its true face on the night of Huihunye?"

Fourteen years ago, on the night of returning to the soul, many vicious cases occurred in Xinhu. Many innocent people died that night. They should all be "live sacrifices" by butterflies.

But what puzzled Han Fei was that after so many people died, what did the butterfly get? Or what is its purpose?

Frowning in contemplation, Han Fei hadn't figured out the answer yet, suddenly a very faint singing came from somewhere in the building.

Hearing the singing, Han Fei almost habitually hid in the corner. He held the swing stick nervously, and realized that it was in reality when he was about to open the inventory.

"The residential building has been abandoned for more than ten years. I should be the only one in the building now. Why can there be singing suddenly?"

Because of the long distance, Han Fei could not hear clearly either.

He walked out of the door and moved up the stairs little by little.

When I reached the top floor, the singing became clearer.

"Is it from here?"

Various sundries piled up in the corridor on the top floor, among which a few boxes full of books and old clothes caught Han Fei's attention.

"Why are only these debris left?"

I took out an old book, and in the end there were only three things left in the box.

A broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a children's clothing stained with paint.

The singing sound comes from the broken music box. Han Fei wants to turn off the music box. When he flipped the music box, he saw a sentence written under the box-I hope everyone in the world will listen to your singing, and hope that You can move their heartstrings to bring them touch and happiness.

Very plain and simple greetings, but the two words "they" in it make Han Fei a little uncomfortable.

"Bring them touch and happiness? Is it wrong? Or that they are not human?"

Han Fei picked up the puppet again, and after taking off the puppet’s mask, he found a sentence behind the mask-one day you will grow up, I hope you can build a paradise for them and let them understand the meaning of happiness. Teach them to smile.

"The unspeakable singing of the deep world is near Xingfu Community. This masked puppet is a bit like the broken puppet on the ninth floor of Building No. 1 in Xingfu Community..."

Shaking off the last piece of children’s clothing, Han Fei saw a few lines among the various paints—the world has no color. If you see a piece of darkness, the world is dark, and if you see colorful colors, the world is gorgeous. . You are my first child. I would like to give you all the good blessings. I only hope that you can also bless others in the future.

The text on the children's clothing revealed new information, and Han Fei stared at the sentence "You are my first child".

Ordinary people can only sigh at most when they see these old things, thinking that this may be a gift from an old father to their children, and it contains the father's best wishes and expectations for the children.

But Han Fei is completely different. He is the new head of Building No. 1 in Xingfu Community. He has obtained three cigarettes from the landlord through tasks and knows that the other party has exactly three children.

"If the landlord is the former building manager, do his three children correspond to these three relics? Is the singing also related to the former building manager?"

Looking at the relic in his hand, Han Fei stood alone in the building. He glanced left and right, and his surroundings were full of traces of time.

"This broken music box suddenly made a sound. Is it because someone deliberately wanted me to find these things? But there should be no one else in the building."

Sitting on the stairs, Han Fei's heart slowly calmed down. He felt as if there was a kind old man standing around him, who had been watching him silently at the other end of time.

"I still have too little information." Han Fei stood up. He had just prepared these three things to put away. The phone suddenly vibrated and Huang Ying called.

"are you awake?"

"I haven't slept yet, has something happened to you?"

After the brief conversation, Huang Ying sent a video.

"The police installed surveillance in my home and captured this scene."

In the video, Huang Ying got up from the bed at about 3:30 in the morning and opened the closet. He seemed to be choosing clothes, but he did not decide what to wear after choosing for a long time.

After a while, he sat in front of the dressing table and began to dress up. After finishing all of them, Huang Ying, who put on his own makeup, entered the kitchen.

With no self-awareness at all, Huang Ying opened the fire and started cooking porridge and simple dishes.

At four o'clock in the morning, Huang Ying put all the food on the table. He didn't turn on the light, so he looked at the empty place next to him and kept talking.

He speaks slowly, like a mother telling a naughty son.

The whole process looked very weird, scarier than haunted.

When it was almost half past four, Huang Ying with makeup left the table, as if he couldn't see the contents of the pot or bowl, he dumped everything out and started washing.

After cleaning up the sanitation, and after everything recovered, Huang Ying turned and turned to the location of the monitor, revealing an extremely strange grin.

He returned to the bedroom and fell asleep again.

At 4:44 in the morning, the real Huang Ying woke up. He saw himself in the mirror and had no idea what happened last night.

"If the police hadn’t told me this, I wouldn’t have known that I had been up last night. The person who cooked was not me." Huang Ying’s tone was indescribably calm: "It is constantly occupying my mind, it seems It wants to replace me. It is no longer satisfied to torture me in dreams, and is beginning to affect me in reality."

"Brother Huang..." Han Fei could hear that Huang Ying's tone was changing~lightnovelpub.net~ He was already different from his original self. In this case, Han Fei could not rashly intervene in Huang Ying's affairs.

"My memory seems to be a faded photo. Now there are many things that should belong to me and no longer belong to me. I have a hunch that something very bad may happen tonight."

"whats the matter?"

"Someone will die." Huang Ying wanted to say something, but there was a door opening in his room, and his tone slowly changed. After Huang Ying chatted a few casually, he hung up the phone.

"I reminded Huang Ying before. Don't contact me anymore recently. We fought in two lines and dragged the butterfly, but he seemed to have forgotten about it...Is the person who talked to me just now really Huang Ying?" Han Fei carefully recalled the last door opening on the phone, and it didn't feel like the sound of the closet being opened.

Putting away the things in the glove box, Han Fei returned the same way.

Zhuang Ren has finished washing up, and he has taken care of it after a long time.

"Shall we set off now?"