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That’s a whole drawer of RMB!

There are probably hundreds of thousands of red codes together, which are particularly dazzling under the cold light of the mobile phone screen.

My eyes were wide open and it took me a while to come back to my senses.

Nowadays, everyone pays attention to using mobile phones, but there are still people keeping so much cash at home. Isn't this money clean?

For me, a pauper, this kind of money is as tempting as a beautiful woman standing naked in front of me. How could I not be tempted?

But I still understand the principle of not taking things that don’t belong to you.

After looking at it reluctantly for a few more times, I reluctantly closed the heavy drawer.

Being able to put so much money at home further proves that this house is occupied by people. How to verify whether it belongs to Sister Hong?

I turned around and leaned on the desk, thinking hard.

The light of my mobile phone happened to shine on the bookshelf, and I glanced over unconsciously. Among the incomprehensible professional books, something caught my attention.

I quickly walked over and pulled it out.

This is a notebook, with a brown leather cover stained with blood.

Most of the paper inside had been torn away, leaving only one page.

May 5th.

The thing I feared most finally happened, what should I do?

Like a diary, there is only one short sentence.

There were a lot of dark red blood stains on the page. The spots were shocking and soaked through 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 is messy and twisted, and the hand holding the pen seems to be shaking. You can imagine how scared the person who wrote it felt at that time.

Sister Hong's pale and beautiful face suddenly appeared in my mind.

"What's the scariest thing you've ever experienced?"

This was the first thing she said to me, and it was very similar to the sentence in the notebook.

Moreover, the day she came to see me happened to be May 6th.

The most terrifying thing happened on the 5th.

She came to my shop on the 6th and asked for help.

It seems a bit too coincidental!

There was only this sentence in the entire notebook. Most of the pages were torn out and no more clues were found. But I still have an intuition that these words were written by Sister Hong.

What happened to her?

A beautiful and wealthy woman should live a pampered life, but she got mixed up with these weird and terrifying things.

What is her relationship with Guitan Live Room?

All kinds of questions and speculations came to mind.

I took a photo of this sentence in my diary with my phone, then closed the notebook and put it back where it belongs.

After leaving the study, I found a chair to prop up behind the door.

The door opens inwards. If someone comes back and opens the door, it will hit the chair and make a sound.

Then, I found a corner in the living room to hide.

I'm going to stay here tonight.

Just wait and see!

If this is Sister Hong's home, she should come back. I just hope she is not a cunning rabbit.

Turning off the light of the phone, darkness as thick as ink squeezed towards me.

The doors and windows were closed, the air was dull, and there was no sound in the huge house. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing clearly.

The waiting time is extremely difficult, and the time seems to be stretched infinitely.

I looked in the direction of the door countless times, expecting the door to be opened, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement at all.

Sitting alone in the dark, I always feel like something is watching me. I checked several times on my big black phone and saw nothing.

This feeling is the most excruciating.

I waited uneasily. I don’t know how long it took, but after all, there was still no support column, and sleepiness gradually came towards me.

I held my phone, leaned my back against the wall, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Drowsily, I seemed to hear the sound of sharpening a knife.

Ho ho ho——

One after another, slowly and rhythmically.

My temples were pounding, and I wanted to wake up, but to my horror I found that I couldn't open my eyes.

My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and I couldn't move my body. It was as if there was an invisible terrifying force imprisoning me. I was very conscious, but I couldn't even move my fingers.

I felt like there was something standing next to me, looking down at me.

Fear spread through every pore in his body.

His breathing became tighter and tighter, like a fish on the verge of death. He struggled with all his strength and could only watch his life passing away little by little.

It seems like a century.

I suddenly felt my body relax.

The whole person woke up as if exhausted, his eyelids slowly raised.

It was no longer pitch black, the room was gray, and it was already dawn.

I got up from the ground tiredly and ran to the gate to check.

The chair was intact against the door and no one had come in.

What was that feeling of suffocation and pressure last night?

It couldn't be a dream, because it was too clear, and I heard the sound of sharpening a knife.

By the way, the middle-aged woman on the 17th floor also mentioned the sound of sharpening knives!

I quickly moved the chair back to its original place, left 1802, and took the elevator to the 17th floor.

1702 entrance.

I calmed 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 if I should continue to wait in 1802, or go back first and make plans.

After last night, I had a visceral fear of that house. I didn't know what would happen if I continued to stay in it.

But that house is most likely Hongjie’s home. If you miss Hongjie out of fear, you won’t be able to unlock the secret of the ghost talk live broadcast room.

Just when I was undecided, the phone rang. It was a call from a neighbor in the urban village.

"Hey, Xiao Li, aren't you at home? The fortune teller Wang Laizi is waiting for you at the door of your shop. He has something urgent for you and wants you to go back quickly."

"I'm doing errands outside. Please tell him. I'll be back soon."

Wang Laizi didn't have a mobile phone, so he was probably too anxious to wait, so he asked someone to call me.

I put away my phone, 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 me, but I still felt cold all over.

"Hey, what do you do?" As I was walking through the garden, a fierce voice stopped me.

When I looked back, I saw it was the security guard of the community.

"I'm looking for someone." I hesitated.

"Who are you looking for? What's the house number?" Perhaps my cheap clothes aroused the security guard's suspicion. He clasped his hands behind his back and asked sideways.

I had an idea: "Building 6, Unit 2, No. 1802."

The security guard looked weird for two seconds, and then sneered contemptuously, with the pride of seeing through a lie.

"Haha, 1802 has been vacant since the house was handed over. You want to lie to grandpa, I'm a little naive! This is a private residence, please don't enter unless you have to, get out quickly, otherwise don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"