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The Strange Story of Makino Chapter 4 Like I Smell The White Beaver


Tianjin Italian Style Street is now a famous tourist attraction.

That place once had its glory days, but it has not faded for many years.

In the former Qing Dynasty, this area was an Italian concession, and there were Italian-style villas on both sides of the road.

After liberation, this area was retained as a residential area, but many villas were in dilapidated condition due to disrepair.

In addition, the number of residents in each building ranges from two or three households to four or five households.

There are many people with many hands, and there are only a few people who take care of the facilities.

So the inside of the building was dark and dilapidated.

Ten years ago, I had a friend who lived in a foreign-style building on Minzu Road.

The room he lived in was located on the left hand corner of the second floor.

The house was square.

At first, living in such a house was very satisfying, but that winter, he experienced something he would never forget.

It was a warm winter that year.

Although the Spring Festival was still some time away, the temperature was not too low.

He came home in the evening, had dinner, and was sitting on the bedside with his mother watching TV.

Suddenly, the puppy at home started barking in the direction of the door, and the barking was almost crazy.

He was very puzzled while calling the puppy to shut up.

Because his little dog is very obedient and has a very docile temperament.

He never roars or barks.

Even if he hears the footsteps of someone going upstairs, he will lie silently by the door and listen.

But why did he react like this today?

And he and his mother didn't hear anyone's footsteps going upstairs.

While he was thinking about it, he saw the puppy suddenly stopped barking, paced back with its tail between its legs, retreated behind his legs, and stared at the door.

At this time, the curtains beside the bed floated up with a "whoosh".

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

It was winter, and the windows were clearly closed, so why did the curtains float up on their own?

He picked up the flashlight and prepared to go out to see what was going on.

When I opened the door and looked outside, I saw that the stairwell was completely dark.

The lighting on the stairs had been broken for a while, and no one came to repair it.

Therefore, the residents upstairs and downstairs had to use flashlights or feel their way in and out in the dark.

He looked towards the stairs and saw a hazy figure squatting in the dark with his back to the corridor.

My friend thought there was a thief and shouted, "Who is it?"

But the man didn't seem to hear him.

He turned on the flashlight and shined it towards where the man was standing.

Suddenly, a white fox jumped out from the stairs and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

My friend suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, ran back to the house without saying a word, covered his head and fell asleep.

But then I felt weak all the time and couldn't cheer up.

It lasted for about a week before I gradually got better.

The neighbors all thought that what he saw was a big white cat.

How could there be a fox in the city?

But he always believed that he was right.

Now that area has been rebuilt, he now mentioned this matter to us, It will also appear to be frightening

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