In the dim wooden house, the only light source was the light from the flashlights in the hands of Li Leping and Lu Sheng.
The wood inside the old wooden floor may be rotten and rotten, making a strange "creaking" sound when walking on it.
There was a glass window built into the wall, but it was not opened, so the room could not be ventilated, and every breath was accompanied by a burst of choking dust flowing into the nasal cavity.
The first time he entered the room, Li Leping focused his attention on the dusty table.
This is an old-fashioned desk with a drawer on the left and right sides under the desk.
But just when Li Leping walked over and was about to open the drawer to see if there was anything inside.
"Li Leping, look at this." Lu Sheng suddenly shouted from behind.
"What's the matter?" Li Leping turned around and asked.
"Look at this ground."
The moment the drawer was opened, the dust remaining in the gaps was immediately stirred up by this action.
I tried to open the envelope, but found that the seal was not closed.
"My name is Pang Shaochuan. When you read this letter, I will be dead."
The tawny envelope has been placed in this drawer for an unknown period of time.
"Why is there a letter here?" Lu Sheng, who had been following Li Leping and looking around, also had a look of surprise on his face.
It is estimated that about a month has passed.
After seeing the handwriting clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, Li Leping's eyes suddenly shrank when he saw what was in the drawer.
If it was written by someone, then that’s easy to say.
It's as if this letter was left here intentionally by someone for someone.
The reason why he dares to do this is simple, because he has the confidence to test.
Taking out his satellite phone, Li Leping immediately sent a text message to Tang Ziyi.
Maybe, this letter will be a trap?
Having said that, Li Leping still stepped forward and picked up the envelope that he didn't know who he was leaving it for.
He reached inside and touched it.
There are mats and blankets on it, which looks ordinary, even a little shabby.
On the floor nearby, there are still various and intricate shoe prints left.
"Forgetting" is his disadvantage, but it is also his advantage.
As for more things, such as whether those young people’s hands and feet were clean, did they take anything away with them?
No one knows this.
Read the above information carefully.
There is not much written content, firstly because Li Leping is in a hurry now, and secondly because the information he knows is very limited.
Message sent.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
"It's okay." After calming down, Li Leping replied.
The problem isn't the bed, the problem is on the floor next to the bed.
Based on the analysis, Li Leping immediately thought of this possibility.
Although dust has begun to accumulate again in the dragged area, it has not accumulated too much, and the shoe prints have not been covered, which shows that the things under the bed have not been taken away for too long.
Not long after, Tang Ziyi replied: "Understood."
He knelt down and observed carefully.
The scratches extended all the way to the outside of the door. Even the traces of dust on the ground showed differences. There was very little dust accumulated under the bed. Through these areas where the dust was reduced compared to other places, an obvious clue could be seen.
Drag all the way to the door.
However, as soon as he saw the beginning, Li Leping was stunned, and a sudden fear burst out from the bottom of his heart and enveloped him in an instant.
This dilapidated wooden house looks extremely shabby, but who would have thought that there is an envelope in this drawer.
Looking at Li Leping whose hands were trembling, Lu Sheng, who had never seen him look so panicked, hurriedly shouted: "Li Leping?!"
He had encountered enough weird things today, and fear was still deeply embedded in his heart.
There was also a lot of dust accumulated in the drawer, but just above the dust, a yellow-brown envelope was lying there quietly.
No one has lived here for a while, and a lot of dust has accumulated on the rotten wooden floor. However, on the floor next to the bed, a few clearly visible drag scratches were left on the wooden floor.
As he spoke, Lu Sheng illuminated the flashlight on the floor.
When I took it out, I saw that it was a piece of yellowed paper, with a very period feel.
There was only a thin piece of paper inside.
This is very abnormal.
For a moment, dust was flying, causing Li Leping to close his eyes and take a step back.
In front of me, many of the handwritings on the letter paper are in traditional Chinese, and the handwriting is correct. You can tell at a glance that it was written by someone.
"Cough, cough."
Li Leping did not answer Lu Sheng's question. He was thinking, or struggling.
Even if there is really something wrong with this letter, or it may even contain some kind of supernatural curse, Li Leping dared to give it a try.
Putting away his cell phone, Li Leping quickly walked to the table in the wooden house.
Who knows what they pulled out from under this bed?
The reason for the outbreak of some supernatural incidents is because some people who do not know whether to live or die insist on seeking death.
"Help me check, there are young people working outside Qingshi Village who are suspected of participating in online live broadcasts."
Instead of looking at what was written specifically, the first thing Li Leping wanted to see was the handwriting on the paper.
There is only one letter.
He didn't know what those young people were doing here, but unconsciously, he felt that the supernatural events that broke out in the village were closely related to those young people.
Li Leping, who was extremely energetic, slowly picked up the envelope.
Immediately afterwards, his body trembled and he almost threw the paper out of his hand.
He waved his hand to disperse the dust floating in front of him.
However, this seemingly old-fashioned envelope is actually clean and not stained by any dust.
Unlike the ghost photo studio, which is crooked and irregular, it cannot be written by humans at all.
The sixty-year-old old man in the village once said that a month ago, a few young people returned to the village. These bold young people went to this small wooden house to live broadcast the adventure for the sake of traffic.
The light illuminated one of the only pieces of furniture in the wooden house, which was a medium-sized wooden bed.
Several people have walked around here and been busy for a long time.
"Could it be the first few people who came here to explore? What did they secretly take away?"
"Before, there was something under the bed, but it was recently dragged out. The dragging marks extend all the way from the bottom of the bed. It looks like the object is quite small."
A somewhat familiar beginning.
"Yeah..." He cursed in a low voice.
There is a lot of handwriting written on it, almost filling the page.
"Do you want to take it out?"
Suddenly, Li Leping thought of this matter.
Li Leping observed the dragging marks under the bed.
Holding the letter and waiting for a while until he confirmed that the handwriting on it would not become blurry, dim, or even disappear, Li Leping finally felt relieved.
His expression also returned to calmness.
"Fortunately, this thing is just an ordinary letter. I almost thought it was..."
Instead of continuing to think wildly, or to scare himself, Li Leping glanced around and continued to read the contents of the letter...