That night, Lu Zhao did not sleep soundly.

The dream was filled with a strange bright red, and Lu Zhao appeared in the corridor again. The man's screams, the sound of smashing dishes and the woman's shrill crying kept coming from the 05th household.

The moment he pushed the door open, Lu Zhao was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak. The originally dim light turned dark red, and the walls around the living room were covered with blood stains. Blood was dripping along the light bulbs on the ground, gathering into a pool of blood.

The old fan on the roof slowly rotated and creaked, making the whole room surprisingly quiet.

The hostess of 05 households were sitting alone at the dining table in the living room. Lu Zhao found that a blood-stained chainsaw was thrown at her feet. The room was in a mess and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The woman picked up the soup in the bowl and tasted it quietly. She picked up a piece of white meat and put it in her mouth to chew it. Although her body was full of injuries, the woman's expression seemed to be particularly enjoyable.

"Do you want to try the beef bone soup I made? It's delicious."

The woman turned her face and looked at Lu Zhao, revealing a soft white teeth. The refrigerator door behind her slowly opened. Under the orange light, Lu Zhao saw a scene that he would never forget for life.

Fear came over and over like a tide, and for a moment, cold sweat soaked his back.

Lu Zhao retreated repeatedly, pushed open the door and ran to the corridor, desperately trying to escape from here.

Strangely, all the rooms in the corridor disappeared. They were surrounded by gray walls, and the darkness spread infinitely, like a maze with endless ends.

The sound of chopping things is constantly echoing in the empty corridor, and there are also bursts of hysterical laughter and crying during this period.

I don't know how long he ran, but Lu Zhao suddenly saw a door appearing in front of him. Almost subconsciously, he pushed open the door and entered the room in front of him.

The terrifying movement behind him ended abruptly. Lu Zhao gasped and found in surprise that the scene in front of him was the room that appeared in his previous dream.

Like before, he saw the woman wearing a red cheongsam again.

At this moment, the woman was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back facing her, holding a wooden comb with red nail polish in her hand, slowly passing through her long hair spread across her shoulders.

While combing her hair, she said quietly: "Rien a green light, Zhong Yuanye, ghosts are awake, and people are awake..."

Lu Zhao University studied in the Chinese Department. Almost subconsciously, he realized that the poems read by women were "Zhongyuan Night" created by the famous modern poet Yu Guangzhong in 1967.

And his grandfather died after leaving the Wansen Building in 1968.

Lu Zhao had already investigated a long time ago: women's outfits and furniture arrangements in the room all showed that the other party and his grandfather were from the same era.

By this calculation, this woman should have died fifty years ago.

"Can you tell me now, who are you?"

Lu Zhao believes that the series of strange things he encountered tonight may be related to the woman in front of him.

Now that I have arrived at the Wansen Building, the nightmare that has troubled me for four years, and the curse that has followed me like a shadow, is time to come to an end.

He stared at the other person's back and said in a deep voice: "What are you looking for me for? Do you know my grandfather Lu Jie?"

However, the woman did not answer Lu Zhao's question.

She slowly put down her comb and suddenly said something inexplicable: "In the middle of July, the gate of hell will open. The dead will pass the way, and the stranger will avoid it. If you hear the knock on the door in the middle of the night, remember not to respond again."

"You know what happened to me tonight. In the middle of July...that's tomorrow night?"

After hearing the other party say this, Lu Zhao was suddenly stunned. When the woman mentioned this, he realized that tomorrow will be the Zhongyuan Festival on August 22.

No wonder when we met, the woman was chanting the poem "Zhongyuan Ye".

Just as Lu Zhao was thinking, the woman slowly stood up from the dressing table. This time, she turned around directly.

Lu Zhao was frightened by the sudden scene in front of him. He stood there motionlessly, staring at the front with his eyes, his whole body tense and stiff as a stone.

For four years, no matter what she said or did, the other party had never let herself see her look.

Lu Zhao held his breath and did not dare to breathe.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the empty room, and the red gauze tent was swept up by the wind, making the woman's figure hazy.

The woman's style was serene and stopped less than one meter away from Lu Zhao. She was wearing a simple bun and wearing a bright red cheongsam. The collar, cuffs and skirt were locked by red butterflies, full of the classical atmosphere of the old era.

However, her face was blocked by the gauze tent and could not be seen completely.

"It's another year's first night. The morning mirror is broken and the rat counts money; the cat comes to mourn, and the clouds cover the moon. The black and white tears are tears, and the gods cannot save it. If you can survive tomorrow night, come to me again."

After the woman finished speaking, the cold wind suddenly rose, blowing the red curtains around her. When Lu Zhao came to his senses again, the other party had disappeared.

The morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Lu Zhao woke up from the nightmare with sweat all over his body, feeling a split headache.

He glanced at the slippers beside the bed and on the ground, and then he realized that he had never been to the next door last night... Everything was his dream.

He still clearly remembered what the woman said to him in the end, but now, Lu Zhao was no longer interested in calculating the other party's identity.

Seeing the time on the phone, Lu Zhao was shocked and immediately opened the calendar and searched for the day when his grandfather passed away.

"Sure enough..." Cold sweat slowly flowed down the forehead, Lu Zhao swallowed and put down his cell phone.

The above shows: [August 8, 1968 (Zhongyuan Festival)]

It seems that the woman does know about grandpa!

The warning in her last sentence is self-evident: I will be in danger of my life tonight!

Is it a resident next door?

But I have no grudges with them. Is it because I refuse to borrow my cell phone, and the hostess next door will kill me?

Thinking of the weird dream last night, Lu Zhao quickly got up and changed into a dress and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up first.

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly realized that the mirror that was originally facing the sink was inexplicably broken.

The glass fell all over the floor, and there were cracks on the remaining mirror surface, cutting the face printed on it into pieces.

Lu Zhao was a little confused. His sleep had always been very shallow, and a little movement in the room could easily wake him up. Why did the mirror break out last night and he didn't notice it?

He stared at the sink in a daze. Generally, in Feng Shui, the mirror is extremely particular in place because of its heavy yin energy. The older generation always said that it is a bad sign that the mirror is inexplicably broken. Once such a situation occurs, it should be cleaned up and thrown away immediately to avoid affecting the owner's fortune.

Lu Zhao subconsciously bent down and picked up the broken glass on the ground. At this moment, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from outside the living room.

"Who is outside?!"

Lu Zhao suddenly became nervous, thinking that a thief had entered his home.

He rushed out of the room and went to the living room to look closely. He found that the movement actually came from two fat gray mice.

The two mice were gnawing at the wooden sofa feet, and scattered wood chips floated all over the ground. After hearing Lu Zhao's footsteps, they made a squeaking sound and rushed into the kitchen with a "swoosh".

Lu Zhao rubbed his eyebrows, but unexpectedly, when he woke up early in the morning, he would encounter any unlucky things.

At this moment, his brain was in chaos. He washed up and didn't even have time to clean up the house. Lu Zhao left the house and came to the corridor.

In any case, first of all, he had to make sure whether there was someone next door living, and whether what he dreamed of last night would be just a simple nightmare?

"Meow--"

Just as he opened the door, Lu Zhao suddenly discovered that there was a black cat squatting outside his door. The cat looked dirty, but it was very healthy, with shiny fur, like a stray cat nearby.

After seeing Lu Zhao, the stray cat rubbed his trouser legs intimately. His golden pupils looked like amber without impurities, which looked particularly thorough in the sun.

Lu Zhao bent down and touched the black cat's chin. The latter actually lay down with a look of enjoyment. The sound of "gurgling" and "gurgling" kept making noises in his throat, rolling and revealing his belly.

It seemed that he was touched in his heart. Lu Zhao originally wanted to go to the kitchen to find a ham sausage, but the black cat was not polite and walked back to the house with him.

"If you want to share the rent with me, you have to help me catch mice. I hope you won't let me down after a while."
Chapter completed!