"Maybe, I'm just waiting for a ghost. I always feel like I can find something here, the feeling of staying here..." Huang Yizhe wanted to say something but stopped. The feeling of staying here was very strange. I can't say it, and I can't use it.
Expressed by words.
I just feel that it feels very similar to the two murder scenes that seem to be suicide at Sacred Heart High School.
There is no way to tell where the exact similarity is, but I think the similarity should not be just the red rope, there must be something else.
Seeing that Huang Yizhe wanted to speak, Yuze couldn't help but say again: "Uncle, isn't the feeling here so strange? I feel very depressed, and it feels suffocating..."
"Xiaoze, aren't you going back?" Huang Yizhe raised his eyebrows slightly. In fact, he already felt that Yuze was a little scared.
But Yuze still insisted, "No, I won't go back, I will stay here with you, uncle."
"But aren't you sleepy?" Huang Yizhe patted Yuze's shoulder lightly, "You'd better go back and rest early, don't have to be with me here."
"No, I'm not sleepy!" Yuze picked up a piece of flower cloth on the ground and wiped the chair next to him, and sat down on it, "If I'm sleepy, I'll sit here for a while and beat him
Just a nap, anyway, if you don’t go back, I won’t go back.”
"Okay." Huang Yizhe stopped going to force Yuze, just let him stay here.
Time passed by minute by minute, Huang Yizhe leaned against the cool wall, and his eyes remained on the red rope slightly swinging with the wind.
I was full of doubts. Is the two extremely similar ropes a coincidence or what kind of connection is there between them?
Although it was already night, you can still see everything in the attic room on the second floor. The decorations here and the first floor are very simple.
On the wall not far away is a circular mirror of more than one meter long. If it weren't for the night, I believe that the mirror would be very bright.
Next to the mirror is a simple dressing table, which is already empty, with only an old-fashioned clock on it.
The clock should have jingled at the same time, but it has been a long time since I came here and it has not ringed. It is probably broken, and only the pendulum inside is shaking constantly, changing the time.
Everything in this room will be carefully checked tomorrow at dawn to see if there will be any new discoveries.
Thinking quietly, maybe she was a little sleepy, Huang Yizhe leaned against the wall and couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.
"Tick tick..." A sound of water suddenly came from his ears. Huang Yizhe quickly opened his eyes and looked in front of him in surprise, but did not notice anything unusual.
What was the sound just now? Is it the sound of water? Where would it be the sound of water? Is this sound the sound of water coming from the bathroom on the first floor?
If it was really the sound of water coming from there, was it that someone came? Who is it? Human or ghost?
How could it be a ghost? Huang Yizhe shook his head. He was obviously a policeman and an atheist, so how could he believe such nonsense?
What’s funny is that he actually didn’t sleep in the middle of the night and came to the place where An Ruosu committed suicide to try to see a ghost! ~
"Someone must be pretending to be a ghost!" Huang Yizhe looked at Yuze, who seemed to have fallen asleep in the chair. He did not intend to wake him up, but only planned to walk down by himself to see what was going on.
But when he walked to the stairs and quickly went down the second floor, he saw that there was no one in the bathroom, and the original dripping sound disappeared quickly.
He couldn't help but wonder if the sound of the drip of water just now was just his hallucination?
"Dadada..." While Huang Yizhe was still pondering, footsteps suddenly came from his ears again. The footsteps were quite crisp. If you guessed correctly, it should be the woman's high heels stepping on the stairs.
sound.
"There is footsteps, is this sound..." Huang Yizhe turned around quickly. Could it be that a ghost is really coming?