His scalp was numb, and Chen Ge didn't dare to turn around now. He was dizzy and worried that he would be silenced if he said something that would be done against the taboo.

"I don't know very well what you're talking about."

"Twenty years ago, there was a door in Jiangyuan Community that was about to be pushed open. No one knew its location, but only knew it was in this community. Later, the community was rebuilt, and the door was still not closed. Negative emotions kept escaping from the door, attracting the passing Yin Gods and evil ghosts. The pitiful 'people' you just met were gathered here because of that door, and I was lucky enough to become a red-clothed one because of that door."

"If you want to say this, that door may really have something to do with me." Chen Ge replied carefully: "I forgot a lot of things, so many things are not sure. If you can give me some more tips, maybe I can remember something."

"That was a door that was half-pushed. The first time I saw such a door, it was like a person suddenly got redemption when he was so desperate that he could push the door open." The thin hand slowly exerted force, and the voice of the red-clothed man rang in Chen Ge's ear: "A person can only push the door open when he is most desperate. The despair that can be redeemed cannot be called the deepest despair."

Chen Ge wrote down every sentence of Hongyi. He might not understand these things now, but as the investigation deepened, he might understand the profound meaning of it.

"I really can't remember it. Have you ever entered that door? What's inside it?" Chen Ge began to ask questions on his own initiative. Perhaps because he had seen too many red clothes, the fear in his heart quickly dissipated, and replaced it with a feeling of talking to acquaintances.

"Do you want to know what's inside the door?" The thin hand pressed Chen Ge's neck: "Didn't you see it just now?"

"I've seen it?" Chen Ge's eyes widened: "Fourth floor? Is my former home inside the door?"

"Yes, it used to be your home, but now it is my home." Her thin fingers were like a knife, slim into Chen Ge's neck: "I helped you open that door, but I couldn't become a door pusher. I thought for a long time before I figured it out. Maybe it was because the real door pusher was still alive. Only by killing the door pusher could I really control that door."

"Calm down first. I just thought about it. I actually had nothing to do with that door. Really! How could a cheerful and easy-going person like me love life and be so desperate that he would push the door?"

"But when you appeared, the door opened itself, and a sound I had never heard came from inside the door." Hongyi's hand grabbed it tighter and tighter.

"Okay, I can't deny the relationship between myself and that door, but that door was really not something I pushed open. If you want to find a door pusher, I can help you find it." Chen Ge pointed to the edge of the building: "You should have seen it just now. The child who was pushed down from the building is the real door pusher, and I am also looking for him."

"You can't deceive me. The scene behind the door is woven based on the memory of the door pusher. The sounds you heard on the 14th floor and the scenes you saw on the roof are all things deep in your memory. All of them are your own memories, so you are immersed in it like this." Hongyi's unintentional words woke up Chen Ge.

A light seemed to pass through his mind: "Memory?"

Things that should have been forgotten were unexpectedly preserved through the door. Although those scenes were desperate, they were indeed memories of the past.

"I seem to understand a little." Chen Ge's pupils slowly shrank: "The blood-red city contains scenes after scenes, each scene is pushed open by the door pusher, and those scenes are woven by the door pusher's despair memories. I just said something that I was young on the roof - memories appear because of people, but people forget them. Will memories get angry? Humans, ghosts, memories, obsessions..."

"Have you finished your last words?"

"Wait!" Hearing the sound of the red-clothed Chen Ge seemed to be a cat with a step on his feet: "You have also seen the scene just now, and the memory will not be faked. The real door pusher has been pushed down from the roof by the doctor, and he has long been dead. The reason why you have not become a door pusher may be because his obsession has not completely dissipated."

Chen Ge's words do make sense, but it is still difficult to convince Hongyi: "I know that no matter how much you say, it's useless. I won't make any promises to you. I just hope you can give me a few days and I will help you find a real door-pusher."

The red shirt behind him didn't say anything, and Chen Ge immediately added: "If you think it's too long for a few days, then we'll make an appointment for twenty-four hours? I have to go home to confirm something. If you really don't feel at ease, you can go with me. You can stand in my shadow and stare at me all the time, and my life is in your hands."

The pain on the neck weakened a little, and the red dress seemed to be a little moved, but he didn't say anything.

After a few minutes of silence, Chen Ge seemed to give up. He silently raised his hand: "Okay, it seems you don't want to let me go, so can I make another small request in the end?"

"explain."

"Give me a few minutes, I want to call the police. In the corridor, I promised the girl that she would help her find the murderer. Now I can't do it, but I at least have to leave her hope and no longer let her get frozen alone." Chen Ge slowly took out his cell phone, but the red clothes behind him were silent.

After a long time, the thin hand on his neck relaxed: "Three days, at two in the morning three days later, I will wait for you on the 14th floor."

The feeling of oppression slowly disappeared, the iron door leading to the roof of the seventeenth floor was closed heavily, and everything around returned to normal.

"Plop!"

Chen Ge stood there without moving, and the white cat on his shoulder could no longer withstand it.

Perhaps because the white cat jumped to the ground unnaturally, its body was like it was frozen and limped, and it took a while to return to normal.

Seeing that the white cat dared to move, Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground against the wall.

"You guy is really cowardly! The evil spirits are lying on my shoulders. You can rub me at least, and it's okay to remind me!"

"Meow?!"

When the white cat saw Chen Ge, he was furious and screamed around him, as if he was saying that you would try shoulder to shoulder with Hongyi?

After a while, Chen Ge also regained some strength. He put on his coat again and hugged the white cat in the corner of the roof with his white cat in his arms.

It is impossible to return on the same road, and taking the elevator also has psychological shadows, so Chen Ge made a very safe decision to go downstairs until dawn.

"I was so scared tonight. After dawn, I must go to the Virtual Future Paradise to relax..."
Chapter completed!