鴻雁東南西北飛
鴻雁東南西北飛

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cat's eye: go home

Mr. Zhao walked towards the door, squinting his right eye and looking at the cat's eye on the door, where did the sound come from?
Through the cat's eyes, and with the help of the dim light in the stairwell, he saw a woman in black with long hair and a shawl, squatting with her back to him, her hands seemed to be holding the two ends of a rope, constantly pulling it tightly.
An uncomfortable feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart. Although he didn't know what she was doing, Mr. Zhao subconsciously felt that she was desperately strangling something.

3rd Floor, No. 20

As soon as Mr. Zhao walked in the door, he threw his briefcase on the sofa, unbuttoned his suit and belt, and slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move. "Hey... at this age, I have to study with young people. It's terrible." The one-week intensive course is really a bit overwhelming for the elderly.

Now, finally back to the warm home, you can play as much as you like. "Huh... that's cool!" He adjusted his posture and helped his sore neck sit in a good position. Then he took off his trousers, slumped into the sofa, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

"Shasha, Shasha." He didn't know how long he had slept when he heard a strange sound from outside the door, "It should be the wife upstairs carrying garbage, right?"

"Swish, swish, swish," the voice continued. If it was really a neighbor passing by, it should have passed by earlier. Could it be the opposite resident? It's impossible. Since his wife passed away in a car accident, Mr. Chen's body has also deteriorated rapidly. Later, his brother took him to live with him, and he moved away for a while. Where did the sound come from?

Anyway, he couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he simply propped up his tired body and walked to the door, squinting his right eye, and his left eye to the cat's eye on the door, to see where the sound came from?

Through the cat's eyes and the dim light in the stairwell, he saw a woman in black with long hair and a shawl, squatting with her back to him, her hands seeming to be holding the two ends of a rope, constantly pulling hard.

An uncomfortable feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart. Although he didn't know what she was doing, Mr. Zhao subconsciously felt that she was desperately strangling something. "Fuck! Where did the woman come from? It's so weird, could it be a thief?" He left the cat's eye with his left eye, and lightly grasped the doorknob with his right hand, hesitating whether to open the door to confirm the identity of the woman. After 10 seconds of hesitation...

"Ding dong", the doorbell rang, and Mr. Zhao was frightened by the sudden bell and took two steps back. After gasping for a while, he took a deep breath and put his left eye on the cat's eye again.

A man stood in front of the door with his back hunched and his head lowered, unable to see his face clearly, as if he was holding something in his hands. As for the squatting woman, she has disappeared.

"Ding dong, ding dong", the man outside the door rang the bell again. Mr. Zhao remembered that he was only wearing briefs, and hurriedly walked back to the living room, grabbed the trousers and put them on, then walked to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the result—

There was no one outside the door.

Mr. Zhao's scalp went numb for a while, but he still mustered up the courage to look upstairs and downstairs. Just in the blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of the iron and wooden doors of the house on the opposite side. He was so frightened that he immediately retreated into the house, and quickly closed and locked the door.

Before his wife passed away, Mr. Chen discovered that he had cancer, and the situation was not very optimistic. Mr. Zhao recalled the day Mr. Chen left, and said meaningfully to him: "This house has fond memories of my wife and I. Although I have to move out, I will definitely come back to see it before I die, by the way. look at you ."

Mr. Zhao paced back and forth in the living room uneasily, "Could it be... Mr. Chen really... is back?"

3rd Floor, No. 21

"Well, didn't you ring the bell? Why did you come back right away?" Mrs. Zhang said in the living room, squatting among a stack of magazines, looking at her husband who hurriedly entered the door.

"Forgot to take the business card." Mr. Zhang walked into the room to look for his wallet.

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes, "Hou, you are really confused. And if you run away after ringing the bell like this, people will open the door and see no one, so it will frighten him to death."

"Okay, I found the business card, I'll go over now. Would you like to go with me? Just moved in and said hello to the neighbors."

"I'll go again tomorrow. A stack of magazines spread out at the door, and I re-bundled it again, making me sweaty..." Before his wife could finish, Mr. Zhang interrupted her and said, "Okay, Alright, I'll go by myself." Then he walked out of the balcony, "Hey, you have amnesia," Mrs. Zhang stopped him, "I took the cake but didn't bring the business card, I took the business card but didn't bring the cake, you have a hole in your head?"

Holding the cake and business card, Mr. Zhang opened the door and was about to step out when he found a man standing outside the door.

"Oh, Mr. Li Chang, is something wrong?"

"Uh...", Li Chang looked like he was hesitating to speak, "It's nothing. By the way, where are you going?"

"I want to say hello to the neighbor across the street and get to know each other."

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant showed a stiff smile and looked back at the opposite household, "Let's go inside and talk about it..." After speaking, he pushed Mr. Zhang into the room in a panic. Walking into the living room, the headmaster said to the couple:

"Mr. Zhao from the opposite household hanged himself at home a few days ago..." When the two heard it, their eyes instantly widened, and Mrs. Zhang involuntarily stretched out her left hand and clenched her husband's hand. The chief did not seem to notice their reaction, and continued:

"I saw that he didn't go out for a walk for a few days. The postman called downstairs to register and no one responded, so I quickly called the police. When the police broke into the door, they found that he had been walking for several days.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhao is also pitiful. Not long ago, he went to the hospital for a check-up and was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so he had to apply for retirement from the company. Unexpectedly, less than a month after retirement, Mrs. Zhao had an accident while cycling to work. This blow made His condition deteriorated rapidly.

"Mr. Zhao's only son is abroad and has been out of touch for a long time. Mr. Zhao's brother originally wanted to take him to live with him, but he was reluctant to leave here, so he lived alone, and he didn't know if he would continue to see a doctor. Alas... no Thinking, he still can't think about it.

"On the day the funeral agency came to take him away, I heard from the master that his death condition was really...the whole neck..." After talking about this, the chief finally noticed that Mrs. Zhang's face was pale and her smile was unnatural. So stop talking immediately. "Okay, you guys are busy with your work, it must be very hard to just move," he glanced at the magazines in the living room, "If you don't want these magazines, I'll call you for recycling and ask them to pick them up. Excuse me, I'll go down first."

2nd Floor, No. 20

As soon as the Li Chang entered the house, the Li Chang wife nervously walked out of the room and immediately asked:

"Did you ask?"

"Ask what?" the lieutenant replied impatiently.

The resident's wife raised her voice and asked anxiously, "Have the couple just walked into the upstairs house?"

"Oh, after the police left, the door upstairs was locked tightly. How do you get in? And they are ancient people, not thieves, so why go in?"

"Then I just heard the sound of footsteps going back and forth upstairs..." Seeing her husband rolling his eyes, the wife of the liang said displeasedly, "I tell you, you don't want iron teeth, today is Mr. Zhao's first seven , I was just wondering if...?"

"Okay, let's talk about black and white!"

3rd Floor, No. 21

After a whole day of moving, Mr. Zhang and his wife were as tired as dogs, but they were still confused when they remembered what the rior said. Late that night, the couple tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep.

"You said, did the real estate agent deliberately lie to us?" Mrs. Zhang asked her husband dissatisfiedly.

"Where is this cheating? The haunted house is the opposite house, not our house. What are you afraid of?"

"Hmph, aren't you afraid? From the time Li Chang left until now, your face has been ugly. It's better not to be afraid." After Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, she turned around, and Mr. Zhang was about to reply--

"Sir..." A voice called from outside the door. Although the voice was slight, it was quite clear. The couple bounced off the bed and sat up at the same time, looking at each other, "Does the chief have something to explain?"

"Sir...Sir..." The voice penetrated the door and the door again and reached their ears. Mr. Zhang took the courage to walk out of the room, and Mrs. Zhang followed closely, clutching at the corner of her husband's clothes. At this time, Mr. Zhang seemed to remember something, "Oh, yes, the governor just said that he wanted to copy the phone number for resource recycling to me, it must be him." The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was making up his mind to step forward to open the door, a voice came from outside the door:

"Sir, I'm sorry, I live opposite. Just now you rang the doorbell and I opened the door too late. Later, I found out that you are new people. Ha, I was shocked..." When the couple heard this, their legs went limp. .

"My surname is Zhao, I'm here to say hello, you shouldn't be asleep, right?"

As soon as the words fell, "Bang, bang, bang", there were three knocks on the door, knocking their hearts almost out.

Mrs. Zhang brought her trembling lips to her husband's ear, lowered the volume and said to him, "You... have a look." Mr. Zhang replied in a breathy voice, "What do you think?"

"Just from the cat's eyes!"


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