With my hairs standing on end and goosebumps on my neck, I forced myself to stay calm, and instead of turning around, I moved my phone camera to record the full picture of the man behind me.
He was dressed in pajamas, had loose skin, and was about forty to fifty years old.
The screen moves and finally freezes on the man's face, his face is blue and swollen from suffocation.
"Hanging to death?
Is it suicide?
"Hanging is not uncommon to die, and it is an inexpensive way for a suicidal person to die at little cost.
Looking closely at the man's facial expression, in addition to the pain, the muscles of his entire face spasmed and contained deep fear.
"No, if it is simply defined as suicide, he should not have shown such a frightened expression before he died, he was forced to hang himself, of course, it is also possible that he saw something very terrible when he was dying, so that the panic in his brain outweighed the pain caused by death itself."
My eyes were glued to the screen, and the male corpse swayed regularly behind me, which was a very eerie scene.
I could clearly feel the touch on my neck, and just as I hesitated to turn back, the male corpse on the screen, whose eyes were round and bulging, almost stared out of their sockets, suddenly glanced at me.
Condescendingly, rolling his eyes with a hint of resentment and pain, his gaze swept over me and landed on the third-to-last floor of the bookshelf.
I was so startled by the strange reaction of the hanged man's corpse that I almost threw away my phone.
Rising from my seat, I took a deep breath and turned abruptly, but everything was still normal behind me, nothing was there.
"The mobile phone in the underworld show can see dirty things that ordinary people can't see, and this male corpse hanging behind me should be the soul of a wrongfully dead."
There is a hanged ghost hanging in the middle of the study, and his appearance is the polite father in the photo.
"My father died in his room, and there are similar ghosts in several other rooms."
I lit another cigarette, and to be honest, it scared me enough to choke, and my hand was still shaking a little as I lit it.
"The corpse's eyes rolled a little, and he seemed to be alerting me to a certain place."
Remembering where the hanged man's gaze had rested, I stood next to the bookshelf, and on the penultimate floor was a clock with only two hands showing the time at one and a ten.
"Clocks?"
I shook my head and took out all the books on the third floor and put them on the floor.
"What hint does he want to give me?"
I opened a book casually, and it was full of the words "I'm sorry" written in a red pen, which looked quite infiltrating.
After flipping through a few books, I quickly made a new discovery.
In a book called Belief in Pain, I found a few words about the hanged man's father about his life.
"Living in the midst of desire without hope is the greatest sorrow in life."
"I might be able to define love more deeply, true love is one that has no regard for morality and humanity."
At first glance, it seems like a very high-level academic paper, but when I look back, I almost didn't throw it up.
Later, in the form of observational records, the story between the professor of Western literature and the seven female students is told to be told, and even more excitingly, in the back, he and the seven female students are in full swing, and his wife is not idle, often inviting his male students to his home.
It was impossible to go into details, and when his wife gave birth to their third child, the two ended their absurd marriage.
Keeping this casual feeling in my pocket, I found no other valuable clues, and left the study and entered a bedroom next to it.
The bedroom was half the size of a study, with a combination bed divided into bunk beds, except for a desk stacked with textbooks and an alarm clock.
I looked at the football and two pairs of worn sneakers behind the wall: "This bedroom should be occupied by the two boys, they are five or six years apart, and they live together, so it is inevitable that there will be friction, could it be that the injury on the skinny boy in the family photo was hit by his brother?"
” Looking through the textbooks and homework books on the desk, they are clean and as if they are new, and when I open the drawers, there are also small things that boys often play with.
"There doesn't seem to be anything special about this room except it's dirty."
I didn't want to miss any clues, so I checked the desk and looked at the bed, which was wide and narrow under the bed, with a mosquito net, and I stood outside and looked in, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
It should be my brother who fell asleep in the lower bunk, and there is a thick college entrance examination reference material at the head of the bed.
"A person who hasn't even turned over a textbook would buy reference materials?"
I felt a little unusual, and when I took the reference book in my hand, I opened it and there was a thin booklet in it.
"What is this?"
The cover of the booklet was so bright that I felt red after reading it: "Cheng.
People magazines?
Indeed, if there is a father, there must be a son. ” Slip the booklet into your pocket, this crucial piece of evidence must be preserved.
The bottom bunk quilt mattress is messy and stacked together, but the upper bunk is just the opposite, the sheets are not wrinkled, and the quilt is folded in a regular manner, like a freshly made tofu block.
"The two brothers have completely opposite personalities, and the younger brother should be an introverted, serious, and a little inferior person."
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Climbing to the top bunk and lifting the pillows and sheets, I found a brown journal.
"It's a classic in this kind of puzzle horror game again."
Pulling back the mosquito net, I sat down on the bed and began to read about the suffering life of a child in a deformed family.
"I remember seeing my mother twice, once when my father almost beat me to death while drunk, and my brother called her and asked her to take me, an illegitimate bastard, away.
Another time I sneaked away from my house and walked for four hours in my thin clothes in winter to a neighboring city to look for her, and it was very cold that night, and I squatted in front of her apartment with another man for the night, and she didn't let me in, but just opened a crack in the door and said to me, 'Get out.'" ” "I don't know the meaning of my life, maybe I exist to atone for this woman, she betrayed her father, but I live on my father like a parasite."
"My brother is tall and handsome, good at football, and there are a lot of girls who like him, including my sister."
"My brother likes to sneak out of his room and into his sister's house after his father is asleep."
"I don't know what they're doing behind their father's back, but it always feels like a bad thing."
"Once, after my brother left the room late at night, I secretly followed him out and eavesdropped on my sister's door, and that's when I learned the secret between my brother and sister."
"I can't forget that night, and maybe some of my initiation began on that night, when I stayed at my sister's door for half an hour until two o'clock in the morning, when the door suddenly opened."
"Since then, my brother and sister have treated me even more badly, and if they don't like me, they will beat me up, force me to eat spoiled food, force me to drink dirty water, and treat me like a bag of stinking garbage, which makes me feel disgusting just by looking at me."
"I live with them, but I live in a different world from them, and in order to survive, I have to endure."
"The worse thing started after I graduated from junior high school, when my father brought home a young woman, who was his student and a Chinese teacher at a private high school."
"Since the arrival of this woman, the space for my existence has been further squeezed, I dare not let them see me, it seems that everyone has a fire in their hearts, and what is even more terrifying is that they think that all this is because of me."
"I'm scared, I'm afraid they're going to kill me, they often talk behind my back, they don't have any warmth in their eyes, I don't want to die."
"Later, my father didn't let me go to the city No. 1 middle school, which was very close to my home, but asked me to go to a private high school."
"This high school is between Xinhu and Jiangcheng, the tuition is very expensive, and I was even moved at a certain moment, thinking that I had misunderstood my father all these years, but the reality gave me a slap in the face, they just didn't want to see me, sent me to a remote boarding school, and let me be in that woman's class, let her and more people torture and bully."
The diary was slightly more informative, and I only watched part of it.
"Tongsang Fu was brought out from Xinhu High School, and it seems that the owner of this dream should be a student from Xinhu High School."
I can't say for sure who it is, but I have a vague candidate in mind.
I habitually want to touch a cigarette, but my fingers touch strange things in the process of waving it, which is the touch of human skin.
"Could it be that the hanged ghost daddy came with him?"
I carried the diary in my arms and took advantage of the situation to find a suppression charm.
"What the hell!
Your Taoist is here!
"I shouted to strengthen my courage, and then I looked up, and the mosquito net was sunken inwards against the mechanics, as if something was pressing on it, and it was constantly approaching me.
Twenty centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters, so close that I can't even see it.
It was a man's face, dead gray, as if it was overindulged, and all the veins that should have been hidden under the skin appeared on the surface of the face, and it looked really terrifying.
"It's not the hanged ghost daddy, this ......
It should be the elder brother.
"It's not for anyone to look at such a terrifying face up close, but fortunately, I have a strong immunity to these things under the tempering of the underworld show: "Your father was hanged, and you look a bit like you died of poisoning." ” The mosquito net stopped approaching me when it was ten centimeters away, and Grimace seemed to be limited by some rule to make a move on me.
It rolled up a pair of dead fish eyes, glanced at the alarm clock on the desk, and slowly dissipated.
"Why should you care about the alarm clock?"
I jumped out of bed and picked up the alarm clock on the table, which showed the time at one thirty.
"When I was in the study, the clock showed 10 o'clock, what does this time mean?"
As soon as I fell asleep, I had already met two ghosts, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and walked out the door and entered the last bedroom.
"What secrets will there be in a girl's boudoir?"