"I knew he was playful, so I waited here for him to come back, one day, two days, three days... I waited here for half a year, but he still didn't come back. I knew that my son was probably dead.
, at that time, many people had begun to accept their fate. Some people who did not accept their fate would still rush into the black mist every night, either to look for their relatives or to explore the secrets hidden in the black mist.
"I stood in front of the door and watched those people rushing outside without hesitation. I always felt that they were so ridiculous. They just didn't want to face reality. I had already accepted my fate. There is no resurrection after death, so I moved out.
, every year on the day my son dies, I will come back and burn some paper money or something for him.
"At the beginning, the other two residents on the third floor would follow my example and pay homage to the deceased. But then I found out that I was the only one left to pay homage to the deceased. I knew they should also have gone in there to eat.
In the dark mist of human life, every year when I come back, I will do it for him
We burned some paper money. As for why my neighbor’s grandma appeared, I’m not sure. When I saw her today, I was also shocked. On the contrary, she was even more enthusiastic than before and took the initiative to say hello to me. At that time, I was
I was so frightened that I ignored her and went back to the room."
The woman's expression returned to its previous appearance, with a face full of indifference, as if...
"dead······"
Chu Ping was a little surprised by his sudden thoughts and couldn't help but tremble.
When I look like a woman, I feel a little spooky.
The woman was half-leaning on the sofa, her long black skirt clearly revealing her figure. She was holding an unknown book in her hand, and she was looking at it carefully, as if she didn't pay attention to Chu Ping's intention at all.
Chu Ping curled his lips. The residents in this building were more or less strange, but compared to the "friendly" colleagues and "friendly" interviewers he had seen before, these were all trivial.
When Chu Ping saw that the woman seemed not to want to talk to him, he didn't say anything, but just wandered around the room in a familiar manner.
The layout of the woman's room was exactly the same as that of the old woman's house on the third floor, but the door of the small room in the corner caught Chu Ping's attention.
In the corner room of the rickety old man's house on the second floor, he used to place the shrine and the offerings for worship.
"I just don't know what this room in this woman's house is used for?"
Chu Ping thought about what the woman said just now.
"The old lady also had a shrine before... Could it be that a woman also has a similar shrine in her home?"
Chu Ping didn't know what Yu Fei had arranged here, so he didn't know how many people Yu Fei had given shrines to.
After coming back to his senses, Chu Ping looked toward the small room in the corner of the woman's room.
I saw a chain made of white paper money hanging in front of the door, floating in the breeze, and there seemed to be a black and white photo pasted on the back of the chain of paper money.
Chu Ping relied on his good eyesight to vaguely see the people in the photo.
"Little boy?"
Chu Ping frowned. This was not the first time Chu Ping had seen the black and white photo on the door. Just now, there was an identical photo placed behind the brazier in front of the woman's door.
In the photo, a child shows a sunny smile. Even the black and white photo cannot hide the warmth in the boy's smile.
"How come the little boy's picture is there?"
Chu Ping moved towards the door, and at the same time glanced at the sofa from time to time. Seeing that the woman was still concentrating on reading, Chu Ping became more and more bold.
When he came to the door of the small room, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"You want to know what's in there?"
Chu Ping didn't expect that the woman would appear behind him, so he pushed back the swing stick he had already drawn out, and turned around to look at the woman as if nothing was wrong.
I saw a woman in a long black dress holding a dark red book in her hand, standing behind Chu Ping, looking at him with a dull expression.
Chu Ping's eyes first fell on the book held in the woman's hand. The dark red cover seemed to be stained with blood.
"Could it be that the little boy's corpse?"
Chu Ping's words were not entirely joking. After all, he was able to get to the third floor entirely because of the little boy. The woman also said that the little boy was her son, so Chu Ping now had reason to suspect that a month ago
Among the people running back from the black fog was a little boy.
"Only half right."
A very strange smile appeared on the woman's originally dull face.
The moment he saw the woman's strange smile, Chu Ping suddenly felt his scalp numb, and a faint bad feeling arose in his heart.
"Shua——"
A piece of white paper money fell from the air, lying between Chu Ping and the woman.
The moment Chu Ping saw the white paper money, he seemed to understand something.
"The person who rushed into the black mist was not your son, but you."
There was no panic in Chu Ping's eyes, but a proud smile.
The white paper money continued to fall, like snowflakes, covering the entire room.
Chu Ping looked towards the woman again, and the woman in front of him had already disappeared, leaving only a bunch of white paper money on the ground.
"He ran pretty fast."
Chu Ping quietly put the red-background photo back into his pocket, and then hurriedly looked at the small room.
The door was unlocked, and Chu Ping opened it easily. A damp, moldy smell filled the dark room.
The little boy in his imagination did not appear. Instead, he saw a shrine standing deep in the room.
Chu Ping glanced at the shrine in his hand, and then at the shrine at the end of the room.
Under the dim light, it seems that the outlines of the two shrines are the same.
"Is this thing also mass-produced?"
You must know that there is no identical leaf in the world, and there is no identical shrine in the world, unless it comes from a processing factory.
"This Yu Fei is really not careless at all, isn't he afraid of retribution?"
Chu Ping placed the shrine in his hand next to the shrine in the woman's room. The outline was exactly the same, the expression was the same, and even the scratches of the knife were the same.
Chu Ping looked at the two identical shrines and fell into deep contemplation.
"Since the woman already has a shrine, what is her purpose of tricking me into it? It can't be that she uses me as a sacrifice, right?"
Chu Ping laughed at himself. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the walls turned into pieces of paper money, flying away.
"What a crow's mouth."
By the time Chu Ping reacted, the woman had appeared behind Chu Ping again.
"Since you think so, I will help you."
The woman's voice was still so cold and indifferent, without any emotion.
