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"Risha, are you under too much pressure recently?"

"Some day ago, you said you had no inspiration to be closed for a while, but I thought that the time was right and I could take you to the UK to relax. I didn't expect it would be counterproductive... Sorry, it made you even more anxious."

Haruji Imaizumi put on glasses and smiled a little apologetically.

The woman opposite didn't say anything, just shook her head gently.

The man raised his hand, rubbed his wife's soft black hair comfortably, then walked out of the bed and gently said, "I'll pour you a glass of warm water downstairs."

The woman nodded.

Haruji Imaizumi came out of the room with a candlestick.

The faint light of fire shone on the dark corridor. He stepped on the old wooden board with extremely light steps, but the ground still heard the sound of creaking and creaking.

When passing by another wooden door, Shinzuki Hiroji stopped briefly.

His eyes became deeper and deeper because of the heat of summer and the dampness of rainy season.

This room should be the house of the teacher’s wife.

He guessed.

Speaking of which… the teacher’s wife wrote in a letter some day ago, and she said that she felt that another person seemed to live in her head.

At that time, Haruji Imaizumi, who was far away in Japan, felt more and more palpitations after reading this passage.

From a medical perspective, it is believed that "another person" in his head is either suffering from some hysteria or damage to the nervous system.

But... after the conversation tonight, he couldn't see that his master's wife had any discomfort. She never mentioned her fear and anxiety, but instead kept comforting the couple.

"Qingjijun." An old and hoarse female voice... appeared behind her!

"!" Jin Quan Qingzhi suddenly came to his senses, his pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately turned his head-

I saw Miyano Renka, who was hunched over, standing in the darkness. The candlelight in the man's hand shone through, and then I found that the old woman's eyes were narrowed, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she was staring at him with a smile.

Her figure stood quietly at the corner behind, and Haruji Imaizumi could not even notice the old woman's footsteps.

In other words, the floor in this area is seriously aging, and no matter how light the steps are, it will make a tummy creaking sound.

He couldn't help but have an absurd and chilling thought that made his back feel—

Did the master's wife always stand there?

"Karuji," the old woman called out kindly again, "Why don't you speak?"

The gentle smile on her face didn't even change.

Haruji Imaizumi panicked for a moment, but soon returned to his usual smile: "Ah, I poured a glass of water, I was a little thirsty... Did you make a rest?"

The old woman shook her head.

She raised her dry-skinned fingers and pointed to the rotating staircase in front of her. "There is water next to the cabinet, which was left when she made tea, probably not cold yet."

"I understand, thank you." Haruji Izumi hurriedly thanked.

The man was about to step forward and jumped past the old man, but suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Master's wife." He looked sideways again and looked at the old man behind him.

"What's the matter?" the old woman responded gently.

"Some day ago, you said your head was not very comfortable..."

The old woman smiled and waved her hand: "It was indeed not very comfortable before, but now it is not a big deal."

Haruji Imaizumi blinked.

After being interrupted, he stopped asking questions. He just took a step back quietly to keep a safe distance.

"So that's it," he also raised the corners of his lips, but there seemed to be a sense of alienation in his words: "Since you said that... I'm relieved."

He nodded to the old man, then he walked down the rotating steps step by step with his numb scalp.

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...

Haruji Imaizumi found hot water in the living room on the first floor.

He found a glass cup from the cabinet, washed it repeatedly with tap water many times before pouring the hot water into it.

Hot water should be fine... After all, the three of them had drunk black tea soaked in hot water before.

The man lowered his head and stared at the clear and transparent water in the glass.

...Is it really okay?

He stood there, asking his heart in this way.

After thinking for a while, Jinquan Haruji poured the hot water back into the pool.

He sorted out the items on the island, then picked up the candlestick and walked towards the stairs.

When he passed by the sofa, he found that the fireplace in the living room was also extinguished, leaving only dry wood and burned ashes in the furnace.

The whole space was dim and depressed, and the sound of rain outside the house became more and more violent. The huge raindrops hit the glass fiercely, as if they were about to smash potholes; the shadows of black trees swaying in the strong wind were spreading their teeth and claws, like the hideous and weirdness in the legend of the city.

The slight candlelight in his hand supported him back to the stairs.

He was about to climb the first ladder, but things further away attracted his attention-

Telephone.

He saw the landline telephone used to communicate with the outside world at 11 o'clock.

Haruji Imaizumi walked over with a candle.

Before he and Liansha visited this place today, they contacted the master's wife again in the hotel, but unfortunately the master's wife did not answer the phone.

After coming here, my master's wife also explained: the phone was broken.

The man stepped towards the round high-legged table with the phone placed.

He checked for a moment the long line connected to the phone, and then had to squat down and bring the candle closer-

The phone line is broken.

The fracture is extremely flat and not gnawed by insects or mice.

But... it was artificially cut by some kind of sharp weapon.

When he confirmed this, his eyes almost turned dark.

Who else can cut the phone line in this house?

Haruji Imaizumi stood up silently, and his memory was trance back to a few weeks ago. The letter from Miyano Hitoka sent from London, England, I received in Tokyo:

[Haruji, you may find it difficult to believe what I want to say now. To be honest, I think it is very incredible... You must think that I am old and confused, but I am extremely awake when I wrote this letter...]

[I feel that there is a person "inside" in my head. This person has been talking to me recently. He said that there is one person who will occupy my body, dominate my mind, and plunder my life. I am very scared... I went to the clinic in the town and saw the doctor, but the doctor just told me to relax and prescribed some medicines to calm my mind...]

[Everyone doesn't believe me. I'm scared, I'm afraid one day - I will no longer be me.]

The man took a deep breath.

He held the candlestick tightly, and the warm fire shone on his expressionless face.

‘Hyuki! I discovered Qingzhi, I discovered the secret left by my husband!!’

When I was in the hotel a few hours ago, Haruji Imaizumi heard the old woman's ecstatic cry from the receiver.

‘I dug out a photo in the darkest part of the basement. The puzzle he left me was a photo!’

‘There is one in the photo…who is it!!’

After this shout, a heart-wrenching roar came from the receiver.

‘Who is it, who are you!!!’ Go out – out of my head –!!!

"Pa".

The phone was hung up and the memories came to an abrupt end.

Hiroyuki Hiroyuki closed his eyes in pain.

His breathing was trembling, and his lower lip was bitten white, almost bleeding.

Too late.

He arrived too late and found it too late...

"Boom--"

Another harsh thunder sounded outside the window.

The man walked back to the ladder in a daze.

[Haruji, I am afraid that one day I will no longer be me.]
Chapter completed!