"There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just that it's dark and dangerous. There used to be people in the community, but now there are fewer and fewer people."
"Have they all moved away?"
When Chu Ping heard the rickety uncle's words, he seemed to notice that there was something in his words.
"Then I don't know. Maybe he moved away or maybe he died."
"Dead?"
Chu Ping raised his head and glanced at the gloomy neighborhood around him. He always felt that the rickety uncle's words were not casual.
This community is just like what the rickety uncle said. It seems that there are not many people living here at all. There are only a few houses with lights on occasionally, but they have all been turned off.
Chu Ping took out his mobile phone and took a look. It showed the time "20:30", which was still an hour away from the time mentioned by the grim-faced interviewer.
"There's still time, so let's go over with the uncle and take a look."
Chu Ping put the phone back into his pocket.
Even though the rickety uncle had some inconvenience in walking, his speed was not slow at all. Chu Ping also quickened his pace and could barely keep up.
The rickety uncle's home is at the innermost side of Jinhua Community, just opposite to the direction of Building C that the rickety uncle pointed to before.
"My uncle's house is quite remote."
Chu Ping, who was following the rickety old man, said something casually.
"I didn't have a choice when it came to the house that I was allocated, but it was fortunate that I finally had a place to live. Some people don't even have a place to live now."
Chu Ping always felt that what the rickety old man walking in front of him, who clearly had bad legs and feet but was still walking like flying, was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.
"According to what the uncle just said, his wife should have lived here longer than him. This sentence is very ambiguous. Shouldn't they live together?"
On the way here, Chu Ping also checked the information about Jinhua Community.
This community was built probably more than ten years ago, because it is on the edge of Xicheng District and can be regarded as a village in the city.
Long before the construction of Jinhua Community began, this place was just a piece of flat land with a few low-rise bungalows occasionally, which did not hide the desolation here.
Later, the developer of Jinhua Community took a fancy to this place, so he bought the land and built community buildings on it.
Jinhua Community just opened and was sold out immediately.
"A community that was sold out right after it opened should not be like this."
Chu Ping looked around again. The dim surroundings seemed extremely quiet, and waves of chill began to spread throughout his body.
The rickety uncle seemed to have felt the change in temperature here, and quickened his pace again.
Chu Ping, who was following behind, felt strange, but the old man in front of him didn't seem to want to take care of him, so Chu Ping had no choice but to speed up his pace and follow closely behind the rickety old man.
"All dead..."
Chu Ping looked at the eager look of the rickety uncle, and his heart tightened. He remembered what the rickety uncle said just now.
"Is it true, as the uncle said, that the reason why there are no people in this community is because they are all dead?"
Chu Ping didn't know why he had such an idea.
Chu Ping couldn't help but shudder and looked around again. Chu Ping seemed to feel that behind the windows, there seemed to be someone standing there, looking at him.
"Ghost house?" Chu Ping frowned and said this, "Are the changes here due to the Weird Tales Association?"
Chu Ping still knew very little about this somewhat mysterious organization.
"Hurry up, you young man, you look so young, why aren't your legs and feet chasing me?"
The urging voice of the rickety uncle came from the front.
Chu Ping was speechless for a while. Now he had reached the maximum speed he could walk. If he went any faster, he would have to run.
"My uncle, you are in very good health. You can walk like flying. Most people can't keep up with you."
Chu Ping ran two steps and came to the side of the rickety uncle.
"Young man, I'm not telling you, you should exercise more."
The corners of Chu Ping's mouth twitched and he said no more.
"arrive."
The rickety uncle stood in front of a dilapidated building. He raised his eyes and looked up. The whole building was pitch black, and not a single household had a light on.
The mottled walls look particularly vicissitudes of life in the dim night.
"Uncle, why is this building so dilapidated?"
When Chu Ping first entered Jinhua Community, he had already noticed the condition of the buildings in the community. Although Jinhua Community had been built for more than ten years, the buildings were well preserved and there was no sign of the walls falling off.
The building where the rickety uncle lives is different from other buildings. This building looks particularly dilapidated. The outer walls have begun to fall off, revealing patches of mottled parts inside.
"Because this place was first built, it looks a bit old."
The rickety uncle ignored Chu Ping, but walked forward and slowly opened the closed unit door.
A heavy low groan echoed in the quiet community, like a ghost that had just crawled out of hell, singing softly about death.
Chu Ping stood in front of the door and looked inside. The dark corridor looked gloomy and particularly scary, like a monster with its mouth open, waiting for its prey to fall into a trap.
When the rickety uncle saw Chu Ping standing there without making any movement, he urged: "Young man, you'd better hurry up. It's dark and it's very dangerous outside."
This should not be the first time that the rickety uncle has said such words.
Chu Ping gradually came back to his senses, and then looked at the rickety old man standing at the door waiting for him.
At this time, the rickety uncle narrowed his eyes slightly and stood in the corridor without saying anything. He just kept staring at Chu Ping with a strange smile on his face.
Chu Ping was so familiar with the rickety uncle's appearance that his body trembled and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You can't carry it like this, can you? You didn't even see the shadow of the association, and you met a ghost?"
Chu Ping did not dare to look at the rickety uncle, so he moved his eyes elsewhere and stepped back.
"Uncle, I think I'd better not go to your house. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After Chu Ping said this, he turned around and was about to leave, but the rickety old man standing at the entrance of the corridor seemed to have no intention of stopping him, and just kept staring at Chu Ping.
The moment Chu Ping turned around, he seemed to understand why the rickety uncle was so calm, because he didn't know when it started, and there was only darkness left behind him.
The cold breath surged out from the darkness and slapped Chu Ping directly on the face.
"Young man, this place will be completely shrouded in darkness after nine o'clock. Even if you go out, you won't be able to tell the direction at all. Before it is completely swallowed up by darkness, follow me upstairs."
The rickety uncle's voice was like the devil's call, and the weird smile on his face seemed to become so holy at that moment.