Dry Arm

He heard sounds, as if...

Going downstairs.

Wang Ye was somewhat relieved, relieved that there was still someone hiding in the cabinet next door. He didn't hold up under the pressure.

Otherwise, the one who might have died would be himself.

The owner of the footsteps should have discovered that the kitchen boning knife was missing, so he would be so urgent?

Wang Ye looked at the boning knife in his hand and pondered.

Soon, he crawled out of the cabinet.

Looking at the fresh blood smeared on his clothes, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

This cabinet seems to have the effect of isolating ghosts from detecting.

Otherwise, if it was just an ordinary cabinet, the ghostly thing would have opened the cabinet door long ago.

Every item in this house doesn't seem simple.

Including the cross stitch hanging in the living room.

But...after taking a boning knife, he was faced with such a big crisis. Wang Ye didn't dare to touch anything else now.

Looking at the photo of the woman on the bedroom wall, Wang Ye frowned slightly.

Cheongsam.

In Wang Ye's memory, this was the dress style decades ago, but the horror revival took place after the Eternal Night.

The Eternal Night incident...

It was only two years ago.

Could there have been similar things at an earlier period?

Wang Ye's expression was solemn.

And in the photo, when Wang Ye lowered his head and thought, the woman seemed to glance at Wang Ye vaguely, and the smile at the corner of her mouth thickened slightly.

But when Wang Ye looked up again, the photo froze again, as if everything before was an illusion.

Taking out the bloody bronze nail again, Wang Ye went to the photo, and stabbed it at the woman's forehead.

But...

Wang Ye seemed to overestimate the sharpness of the bronze nail. This bizarre nail simply did not pierce the photo.

Not sure if it was an illusion, the woman in the photo seemed to move.

And the footsteps on the stairs rang again.

That guy...

came back.

The footsteps were hurried, did he want to stop his actions?

Hiding in the cabinet again was too late.

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, picked up the boning knife in his hand, used it as a hammer, and hit the bronze nail hard with the handle of the boning knife.

A crisp sound rang out, and the bronze nail was slightly stabbed.

And in the photo, it seemed that a shrill scream came out, and the woman struggled more frequently.

On the stairs, the footsteps became more urgent.

Then, the living room door made a loud bang.

That guy, he's in!

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and hit it again quickly, once, twice!

The bronze nail was hammered in little by little.

The woman no longer struggled, and the shrill screams also stopped. It could be seen that in the photo, blood seemed to flow out from the woman's forehead.

The woman calmed down, only the resentful eyes kept staring at Wang Ye, which made people feel terrified.

In the living room, the footsteps disappeared abruptly, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, enduring the dizziness in his head, and came to the living room.

No one.

Including the dusty ground, there were still only his and the footprints of the first person.

It was like the previous sounds were hallucinations.

"It's over..."

Wang Ye took a deep breath, and his whole body relaxed.

After resting for about a minute and easing the discomfort in his head, Wang Ye walked out of this mysterious room 404 and gently closed the door.

Returning to the community again, looking up at the sun that had not yet set in the sky, it was hard to imagine that Wang Ye had experienced a life and death crisis in just one short hour.

"People yearn for the good after all."

"Ghosts may not fear the sun, but the sun can always make people feel safe."

Wang Ye smiled, and suddenly, Wang Ye felt that someone seemed to be watching him. He turned suddenly and looked around, but no one was there.

"An illusion..."

Wang Ye murmured to himself, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he took out his cell phone imperceptibly without unlocking it. He used the reflection of the cell phone screen to secretly observe the surroundings.

Suddenly...

Wang Ye was frozen in place, and a chill instantly spread all over his body.

In the reflection of the phone screen, the woman with a blood hole in her head and blood slowly flowing out, at the window of Room 404, Building 4, was staring at him resentfully.

It was the mad woman!

Damn, wasn't she already sealed by the bronze nail!

Wang Ye cursed inwardly, quickened his pace and left.

He couldn't stay in this ghost place. The addresses provided by the post office were all horror-level!

As Wang Ye left, the woman in 404 silently left the window.

And the whole Building 4 gradually became a little illusory and disappeared in Qinyuan Community.

It was as if Building 4 had never existed.

After a long time...

A withered arm suddenly stretched out from a pile of ruins, propping itself on the ground. Gradually, a youth crawled out from the ground.

The young man's whole body was like a dried corpse, but miraculously, his shriveled body gradually became full, and the dazed look in his eyes also regained clarity.

"Died once?"

The youth murmured: "What the hell is going on in this damn place."

"How can there be such a terrible existence."

Speaking, the youth looked towards the location of Building 4. Then his pupils contracted violently, his face full of shock.

"Disappeared?"

"I should really be glad I got out alive."

The youth looked very frightened, then quickly left and disappeared.

...

Back home, Wang Ye opened a new diary and recorded carefully.

Code name: 404

Note: A bizarre room, bloody boning knife, mysterious cross stitch, wooden cabinet that can isolate ghosts from detecting, and...a woman who seems to have existed before the Eternal Night. There is also a mysterious man in the house that I didn't get a chance to see his face. Judging by the footsteps, it should be a man.

Key point: The woman is suspected to be not sealed, and she has already noticed me. Need to be careful!

After recording the diary, Wang Ye looked at the cemetery in the suburbs recorded on the previous page, and closed the diary.

This was his exclusive file record, and Wang Ye's top secret.

There were ghosts that could alter memories.

Recording everything in writing was a habit Wang Ye had cultivated for many years.

At this time, in the living room, the mysterious wooden door leading to the post office reappeared in the living room.