No. 135, Zhongshan South Road, is a fifteen-story residential building built in the 1980s. At that time, this residential building could be said to be a landmark building in Qilin City.
There is no building in the city that is more than fifteen stories high. The locals call No. 135 Zhongshan South Road the fifteen-story building.
The taxi driver who drove us had a classmate who lived in this fifteen-story building when he was in elementary school. But he moved away after graduating from junior high school. Now that I think about it, that classmate was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, he left early.
, if he stretched out for a few more years and caught up with those few things, even if he was a good character, but he was not the one who died on the spot, he would either be scared to death, or he would be scared to death and spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.
Originally, this fifteen-story building has been peaceful and stable since the people were moved there. The most remarkable thing is that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs have never had a record of scolding each other over trivial matters, which turned into a fight.
He is an honest man, and if he can speak, he tries not to do anything.) This continued until one day in 1997.
One early morning in the third month after Hong Kong's return to the motherland, Wang Shan, who lived on the tenth floor, stood at the elevator entrance as usual, staring at the changing numbers on the indicator light. A minute later, the elevator door opened, and Wang Shan opened his legs.
Before I could step in, I was already stunned.
The elevator was like a can of sardines, packed with people. The elevator was old and not new, and its maximum capacity was only twelve people. Now it looks like it can hold more than twenty people.
Standing at the entrance of the elevator was a man dressed in black. He was not a resident of the fifteen-story building. At least Wang Shan had never seen him before.
He glanced at Wang Shan: "Come in, you are the only one missing." Wang Shan was in a trance, lost consciousness, and wandered into the elevator.
"Beep...!" The overweight alarm in the elevator finally rang. Wang Shan woke up. He didn't even know when he entered the elevator. Hearing the overweight alarm, Wang Shan subconsciously exited the elevator. The black man at the door
The man in clothes was a little disappointed, but he still smiled at Wang Shan: "Next time, there is still a chance..."
The elevator door slowly closed, and the next scene made Wang Shan collapse to the ground. He saw the floor number displayed on the indicator light turning over and falling downward. A few seconds later, there was a loud "boom" and a burst of dust and smoke.
poured out from the gap in the elevator door.
"The elevator has fallen!" a woman downstairs screamed heartbreakingly.
This incident was eventually determined to be an accidental tragedy caused by an elevator malfunction. Wang Shan later looked at the list of victims. They were all residents of a fifteen-story building. Even though Wang Shan could not name some of them, he could still relate them to them.
His appearance, but the mysterious man in black was missing.
In the days since then, the fifteen-story building has been immersed in an atmosphere of sadness. Just when almost everyone thought that the matter was over, the second wave of more shocking tragedies has begun. Unfortunately,
In the list of the living this time, Wang Shan's name is not included...
It was the seventh night since the last accidental fall of the elevator, which is what Chinese people often refer to as the first seven days. That night, Mrs. Wu, who lived on the sixth floor, was lying on the bed drowsily. She had just passed the
The ninety-ninth birthday can be considered as officially entering the golden age.
The entire fifteen-story building was filled with the smell of incense candles and burning paper. This smell made Mrs. Wu very uncomfortable. Originally, her living habits were very regular and she should go to bed at nine o'clock at the latest, but now she was lying in bed
My eyes were wide open, my eyelids were twitching all the time, and I just couldn't sleep.
It wasn't until around eleven o'clock that Mrs. Wu was half awake and half asleep when she suddenly felt someone coming into her room. At first she thought it was her grandson (her son died of illness three years ago).
, and don’t care.
"Xiuzhi... let's go... Xiuzhi... let's go..."
Mrs. Wu was very excited. Wu Xiuzhi was her real name, but now everyone knows that she is Mrs. Wu, and not many people know the name Wu Xiuzhi.
This voice was very familiar, but she hadn't heard it in more than thirty years. Mrs. Wu opened her eyes and saw a person standing beside her bed. It was Shan Ren, her husband who had been dead for thirty years.
For a moment, Mrs. Wu couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or not. She pinched herself secretly. Although she was old and her reflexes were not very sensitive, she could still feel a real pain.
When her husband, who had been dead for more than thirty years, came, there was only one explanation. Mrs. Wu had lived to such an old age and was relieved about life and death: "Aren, is it you? Are you here to take me away?"
The man beside the bed shook his head: "It's not time yet." He was a little uneasy when he spoke: "Xiuzhi, you must listen carefully to what I say now. You and the children must leave here before twelve o'clock tonight."
Building, remember, before midnight!"
Mrs. Wu's reaction was a bit slow: "Leave this building? Why? We live well. Where can we go if we leave here?"
The man next to the bed was a little anxious, with a ferocious expression on his face: "It's too late to elaborate. People are going to die in this building tonight, many people. If you don't leave this building before twelve o'clock, you will all die."
here!"
Only then did Mrs. Wu panic. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was already eleven forty. When she wanted to go back and ask her wife, she realized that just when she turned around, she had been standing next to the bed.
The lying Shan Ren had disappeared. I don't know when a word was written on the wall. I turned on the desk lamp and saw clearly that it was a blood-red word "GO".
At this time, Mrs. Wu's grandson entered his room. He said to his grandma with a frightened look: "I just saw grandpa..."
Mrs. Wu's family of five left the fifteen-story building at 11:59. When they left the gate, they saw twenty or thirty people entering the building. Almost all of them knew the people who entered.
The twenty-six people who met with misfortune seven days ago.
It was dawn the next day, and screams woke up the people who were still sleeping in the fifteen-story building. About ten minutes later, the police arrived, and the news of another death last night finally came out.
After midnight, sixty-nine people died, 41 of whom were family members of those who died in the elevator accident seven days ago. Wang Shan, who was originally lucky to have escaped, also had his name on the death list.
There is only one cause of death for these people - suicide, but the methods of death are different. Some hang themselves, some hack themselves to death with kitchen knives (they do not commit suicide by wiping their necks, their heads and bodies have been separated when they are found), and some are kept alive with iron wires.
The person who strangled himself to death...Wang Shan swallowed an iron nail and died of massive stomach bleeding. Another common feature of these people's deaths is that they died silently. Some of the deceased died by hitting their heads against the wall, but
The neighbor who lived next to him heard nothing.
The police investigated for more than a month, but could not find any clues, and finally concluded that there was a mass schizophrenia outbreak. For a while, rumors about the fifteen-story building had begun, saying that there used to be a
The cemetery, this time is the Yin Gui Zhan Yang Mansion.
The remaining residents of the fifteen-story building were already exhausted and were looking for ways to move. Those who had good conditions bought a house and moved immediately. Those with worse conditions also rented houses elsewhere and moved out soon after. Half a month later, Zhongshan was fine
No. 135, South Road - This fifteen-story building has become an empty building...
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