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"There are no problems with the other walls. Only the wall connected to the painter's house is extremely damp, as if it has been soaked in water all year round." If this is a bathroom or a kitchen, I wouldn't care too much, but this is a woman's bedroom. , how can she endure sleeping in such a humid and smelly place every day?

The paint on the wall was painted later and is different from the color of the wall itself.

I wanted to find out why the wall was damp, so I picked an inconspicuous corner and dug out the wall skin with my nails.

"What is this?" As the outer wall peeled off, a hole as thick as a finger caught my attention.

The hole was not big and faced the woman's bed.

"It's not high, it's not low, it doesn't look like it was left by hanging something by nails..." I squatted down and looked at the hole with my discerning eyes. It was pitch black, and the wall on the painter's side seemed to be covered with paint. Red paint, blurry and unclear.

"Is the new layer of paint used to cover this small hole?" I ran my fingers across the wall and touched it with my fingertips. I soon found similar holes in other corners: "There's more than one. What is this thing made of?" What?"

The hole was facing the bed, and I imagined myself as a drunk woman, sitting on the bed, staring at the hole hidden behind the wall.

"Does the arrangement of holes contain some kind of pattern?" No matter who it is, staring at the holes in the wall at night will definitely lead to uneasy sleep. It's no wonder that women repaint the walls.

"I always feel something is wrong. The red paint I saw through the hole just now has a strange color, a bit like..." I accidentally pressed my hand on the pillow, and the touch from my fingertips made me stunned. The filling in the pillow was not silk. , bean skin, but a kind of inflexible thing like animal hair.

Driven by curiosity, I unzipped the pillowcase and shook it gently, and a large ball of thick black hair fell out!

"Is there hair hidden in the pillow? That woman sleeps with this thing every night?" I grabbed one of the strands and lifted it up. The scene below shocked me. It turned out to be a braided black braid!

It was as long as an adult's arm, tied with black rope, and the ends were loose.

When I saw long black braids, the first thing I thought of was the legend the store owner once told me, that the woman holding the black umbrella had two such braids.

"Does it look good? I made it up myself." The voice came from behind me, suddenly and without any warning.

I turned my neck stiffly and saw the drunk woman standing up at some point. She was leaning against the bedroom door. Her body was as light as a feather, but her eyes made me feel very heavy. The emotion contained in those eyes It's very complicated and can't be explained in just a few words.

There was wariness, doubt, disgust, and a hint of unspeakable pain.

"Are you... awake?" I smiled awkwardly and hurriedly changed the subject: "It seems that the hangover medicine is quite effective."

"I have a terrible headache." The woman held the door with her hand and staggered as she walked: "Did you send me back?"

"Is there anyone else besides me?" I picked up the long black braid: "Why do you want to braid this thing? It looks quite scary."

"What? Are you scared?" The woman bit her lip and walked towards me. When she was approaching the bed, she didn't know whether it was intentional or not, her calves softened and she fell towards my chest.

Holding the bed with one hand and exerting force on one leg, when the woman fell, I stepped aside.

She knelt on her knees and threw her upper body into the mattress.

A man and a woman are alone in the same room, and the other person seems to have deliberately created an opportunity to seduce her. If another person were to eat the tender meat in his mouth, he would probably eat it half-heartedly. After all, any man will be impulsive and will be dominated by hormones in a short period of time.

Frankly speaking, this skinny woman has a different kind of allure. She looks very delicate, like a rose growing above the tomb.

The surface is gorgeous and fragrant, and every petal is like a work of art. But if you dig deeper, you will find that its rhizomes have already penetrated the coffin and are absorbing nutrients from the corpse.

Such a woman cannot get involved, as her inner pathology will destroy everything sooner or later.

I had no intention of helping the drunk woman. She knelt for a long time and kept this posture, turning her upper body and looking at me sideways, with a bit of resentment in her eyes: "Can you help me?"

"If I don't help you, are you going to kneel here for the rest of your life?" I kept my distance from the woman and smiled.

"I don't know how to pity women at all." The woman rubbed her red knees and climbed onto the mattress, like a sparrow returning to its nest, folding its wings and curling up on the side of the sheets.

"Now that you've recovered from the hangover, stop pretending to be asleep. I have a few questions to ask you." I sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to have any physical contact with the woman.

"have no idea."

Before I could ask, the woman put a pillow over her head and covered her face.

This was an unintentional move on her part, but it seemed a bit scary to me.

The black hair in the pillowcase mixed with her hair, hiding her face, as if she had no face in the first place.

Seeing this scene, I once again thought of the legend about the woman with the black umbrella. It was so similar, so similar.

I hesitated for a moment. Instead of asking directly, I asked some irrelevant questions first: "What's your name? A drunk driver at night is not afraid of driving into the reservoir. Speaking of which, I can be regarded as saving you." One life.”

"Then what do you want? How do you want me to repay you?" The woman took away the pillow, smoothed her hair, and revealed her delicate face. She lay on the bed, turning sideways, and her clothes slipped off, and she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, revealing her face. White shoulders.

"Forget it about repayment, I just want to know why you live in this shabby place?" I pointed to the damp and smelly wall.

"I'm happy, but do you care? I'm asking, did you see a ghost when you sent me up?" The woman's body collapsed on the bed, and one person occupied most of the entire bed.

"I haven't seen any ghosts, but I have seen a few neighbors who are scarier than ghosts."

"Neighbor? Who have you met?!" Before I finished speaking, the woman raised her head, looking nervous, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"The blind old lady on the second floor, and the weirdo living next to you with bloodshot eyes."

I told the drunken woman exactly what happened after I entered the red building. After hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, which did not have an obvious curvature: "You are so lucky. Nine out of ten people living in this building are... It’s not normal, and as a result, you happen to meet the few that are more normal.”

"Are these two people normal?" I didn't know how to answer the question. In my opinion, whether it was the painter or the blind grandma, they must have secrets hidden in them.

"Does it have anything to do with you? Are you planning to move to this building too?" The woman looked at me and grabbed my clothes.

I stood up from the bed, always finding it difficult to talk to this woman. She answered questions that didn't make sense, as if she was trying to hide something.

Time is limited, and the live broadcast is about to start. I am not ready to waste time with her, so I just show off: "Can you tell me the specific situation of each tenant in your building? Let's start with you first."

I stared at the woman, trying to see something from her, but unfortunately I didn't get much.

"You're not a native of Jinghai, are you?" A trace of suspicion flashed across the woman's face, but she quickly covered it up: "The locals talk about this hellish place and won't come here at all. It seems like you are just like me. , all come to Jinghai from other places to work.”

"Are you not from Jinghai?" I was a little surprised.

"To be precise, I have only been in Jinghai for three months." The woman stretched out her finger, speaking slurred and a little drunk.

"Then what do you do? Why do you live here?"

"You have so many questions." The woman rubbed her temples: "My name is Bai Yaer, and I am a body model."

"Physique? Model?" I scanned the woman's body with unscrupulous eyes. The lines are beautiful and skeletal, and she is indeed very suitable for being a model: "I see that your house is well organized. Mobile phones and handbags are expensive. No matter how you look at it, You shouldn’t even live in this wretched place.”

The Red Mansion was dirty and messy, and there was no need for her to aggrieve herself just for the sake of gain.

"Don't worry about the reason why I live here. Besides, why should I tell you? I can live wherever I want. Does it have anything to do with you?" The woman's attitude changed at every turn, but from the second half of her sentence, I But I heard something different.

As soon as the reason for living in the Red Mansion was mentioned, the woman immediately turned her back. It seemed that there was some kind of relationship between the woman and the Red Mansion, and she had to live in the Red Mansion.

Thoughts collided in my mind and I went through all the information. I looked at the holes in the wall and suddenly thought of a question.

The woman's occupation is a body model, and her neighbor is a painter. There is an intersection between the two occupations.

"Neighbors, walls, holes..."

I vaguely seemed to have grasped something, and just as I was about to think in this direction, I was interrupted by Bai Yaer's words: "Did you make any big noise when you went upstairs?"

"It's not too big. I just turned on the voice-activated light on the first floor." My thoughts were interrupted, and I was a little depressed.

"Did you turn on the light?" Bai Ya'er held the mattress with both hands and sat half-sitting on the bed: "Then after you go upstairs, I mean after you leave the first floor, when there is no sound, the voice-activated light on the first floor Did you suddenly light up?"

Bai Yaer's words were a bit convoluted, but I understood what she meant immediately, because I clearly remember that when I went up to the middle of the second and third floors, the voice-activated light on the first floor turned on inexplicably, and then It was as if an invisible person was passing by.

"After I left the first floor, the voice-activated light on that floor did come on again. At that time, I thought it was because the wiring was aging, so I didn't pay attention."

I told the truth, and after I finished speaking, I found that the woman's face turned very ugly, her teeth trembled, and it took her a while to say three words: "It's coming..."