"From then on, I began to silently spy on my dad, secretly paying attention to his words and deeds. His life was very regular, and he went to the company early every day. Ordinarily this was his business, and he could arrive at any time he wanted.

But he goes out at six o'clock every morning, rain or shine, and doesn't come back until the evening. He is obviously hiding from his family. Moreover, his words and behavior are very strange, and he hardly communicates with us. In his spare time, he is either writing calligraphy or reading.

animal world."

"Looking at the animal world" made me laugh a little.

"Yes." Peng Gang said: "He especially likes to watch animal and other columns, including domestic animal world, foreign national geography and so on. As long as animals appear on TV, he will sit upright and watch intently. Often he can

I watched it for a long time. I really don’t understand what’s so interesting about tigers and lions eating, mating and drinking water.”

I knocked on the table, feeling a little distracted. What kind of trick is this?

"Does your father have any other abnormal behaviors besides hating sex, watching the animal world, and being autistic? To be honest, Peng Gang, what you said doesn't explain anything. Men will also go through menopause, and they will have bad tempers when they reach a certain age.

, has an abnormal personality, I think he is also in love."

Peng Gang smiled: "I'm going to tell you about something abnormal and even a little scary right now."

I opened the notebook and picked up the pen.

"That day, I wanted to talk to my dad face to face. Although he survived the disaster and survived, he couldn't just follow his temper and mess around without caring about other people's feelings. I came directly to his house without informing him in advance.

Company. I found that he was not there when I arrived at the office, so I asked the secretary. The secretary looked very panicked and said that my father had gone to see a client. I am a very suspicious person, and I saw that she was lying. Suddenly I thought of something, and my father's temperament changed.

It's so weird, maybe he raised a little one outside to be a mistress."

I raised my eyebrows. What Peng Gang was thinking was not unreasonable.

"When I think of my mother, who has worked so hard to run this family, there is no credit but hard work. My father actually raised a mistress outside, and I almost exploded with anger. I slapped the secretary's desk and yelled at the little girl. This

The girl is sensible, after all, this is our family matter, and it would not be good for her to interfere too much. Then she trembled and said that at three o'clock every afternoon, Boss Peng had to go to the secret room to rest, and said that no one could disturb it. "

Speaking of this, Peng Gang shivered a little, picked up the cup and drank some water.

"I was really impulsive at the time, my brain was burning, and I forced her to lead me to find it. After all, I am the young boss's boss, so my words are still useful. Going out the back door of the company is the secret staircase of the office building. I know there is such a place but I have never walked there.

Pass. This staircase is a safe passage. Nothing has happened to this building for more than ten years. It has long been abandoned. The lights in the corridor are not working, and the stairs are twisted and very dark. The secretary dare not leave. Tell me,

Every day the boss goes down this staircase, and there seems to be a basement below. I didn’t know what fear was at that time, and I was so impulsive that I wanted to confront my dad and ask for answers. I returned to the company, grabbed a flashlight, and was about to go down.

.The little secretary grabbed me and said coquettishly, if the boss asks, don't say it was me who said it. I waved my hand and said, you should be busy with your business, it's none of your business. Then I went down."

I blinked rapidly after hearing this and asked quickly: "What next?"

The staircase in front of him was very dark, and the end seemed to extend into endless darkness. Peng Gang turned on his flashlight, held on to the wall, and walked down cautiously. No one had been here for a long time, and his tentacles were all covered in dust. Peng Gang swept

He glanced at the road he had walked, and found that the walls were covered with his own fingerprints. Those fingerprints were so clear that a chill ran down his spine, and he regretted that he shouldn't have been so reckless. But when he went back, he was afraid of the secretary's jokes.

, bite the bullet and go down.

Fortunately, Brother Peng's company is on the fourth floor of the office building, and the distance is not very long. But walking in such a deserted and narrow staircase feels like torture every minute. There is no concept of time at all.

The connection between the stairs on the upper floor and the next floor is a small rotating platform. The platform on each floor is filled with debris from an unknown era, broken chairs and tables, lamps without lampshades, and plastic bags.

There are a lot of woven bags.

There is actually an old sofa placed on the platform between the second and first floors.

Under the dim light of the flashlight, the sofa was very shabby, and the cover on the outside was dark yellow, with springs and cotton exposed. This was nothing, but the most terrifying thing was that a large area was sunken into the sofa, showing a vague shape.

The human form. Seeing this scene, Peng Gang almost suffocated. He stood blankly on the stairs, his legs seemed to have lost consciousness and he was unable to take a step.

The light of the flashlight shrouded the figure for a long time, and Peng had just regained consciousness and was able to think. He suddenly had a strange idea, whether the human figure on the sofa could be his father lying down.

Who could take a walk on this secret staircase with such horror, it was his father. He could not help but imagine a picture in his mind, where his father, Peng Liang, was sleeping alone on this broken sofa in the dark. He closed his eyes tightly.

, his face was pale, like a corpse.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. After pondering for a long time, he decided to continue to explore further because he didn't know if he would have the courage to do it again.

After turning around the first floor, there was the basement below. What surprised him was that there was a lot of debris piled up at the top of the stairs, blocking the stairs below.

He felt more and more that this was not a simple place. At the critical moment, this boy had the courage to move forward. He held the flashlight in his mouth, held on to the debris with both hands, and jumped over.

The stairs below could no longer be described as dark, but pitch black, with only the faint light of a flashlight in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs.

There was no sound at all here, and it was so quiet that it made people crazy. When he was near the bottom, there was the sound of water drops. At this time, he had reached the end, and in front of him was a dilapidated iron door, covered with rust, and the facade

There is even a big picture with the word "福" upside down on it.

He held the handle, hesitated for a long time, and pulled it gently. This door should be opened frequently. There was no dry friction sound on the door shaft, and it seemed very quiet. When the door opened a gap, music came from inside.

Voice.

"What kind of music?" I was really fascinated by the music, stretched my waist, and asked.

"I can't describe it." Peng Gang said: "It's a very soothing piano accompaniment, with well-proportioned low and high notes. It sounds like sofa music. Do you know sofa music?"

I scratched my head: "I'm not sure. As the name suggests, it might be casual music."

"Yes. Imagine that you are sitting on a large sofa on the rooftop facing the sea with spring flowers blooming. The sea breeze is blowing. You are holding a glass of red wine gently shaking in your hand and listening to soothing and warm music. This kind of music is called sofa

music."

"It's your dad who is listening to this music. I understand. Is he too stressed? He hid in the basement and listened to soothing music to relieve his tense nerves." I said.

Peng Gang looked at me: "Old Liu, you have to know that sometimes something that is very peaceful can become very scary in another environment. For example, you go to an abandoned haunted house and suddenly see a man wearing pajamas.

little girl, how do you feel?”

"What you mean," I think about it, "is that this kind of music sounds good on its own, but when placed in the kind of environment you experienced, it becomes very scary."

He pointed at me, said nothing, and just nodded heavily.

I firmly believe this. There was a neighbor in the old building where I lived before moving, and his family were all called Buddhists. I once visited his house, and when I entered the door, I heard "Nima Nima" Buddhist music and chanting.

The sound of the house filled with the greasy Buddhist fragrance. His wife, dressed in a girl's nun's clothes, was sitting in the living room knocking wooden fish. As you can imagine, an old lady in her fifties has a greasy, yellow face, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of anger.

He is angry, knocking wooden fish with the sound of Buddha, and looking at you with strange eyes from time to time. That kind of situation is really indescribably creepy. The original very orthodox and majestic sound of Buddha changes to such an environment, which makes people feel scared.

"If you continue to listen, you will understand why I am scared." Peng Gang said.

Peng Gang's curiosity at that time completely suppressed his fear. He carefully pushed open the iron door and walked in. The space inside was very large and very cold, and he could hear the whistling wind in the distance. Peng Gang did not dare to use a flashlight to illuminate it.

, extinguished the flashlight and followed the sound, and there was a light not far away. The light was hidden behind a pile of dark debris, making it hard to see clearly.

He intuitively felt that there must be someone there.

He walked cautiously in that direction, music floating in the huge underground space, accompanied by the sound of piano in the background and a man's warm and low voice: "Please relax your body and mind during the whole process. Take a deep breath and follow my voice."

Your body and mind will become more and more relaxed.”

This voice sounds very warm, but in this scene, there is an indescribable evil atmosphere, and the evil is so powerful. And this kind of evil cannot be described clearly, like a stone blocking the heart, and the whole body is covered with goose bumps.

Everyone is up.

The man's voice gradually disappeared and was completely accompanied by piano, occasionally mixed with some sounds, like a group of people chanting in a low voice, saying something unknown.

Not to mention Peng Gang, even I, the listener, felt a little cold when I imagined the scene. I asked with a trembling voice: "Isn't your father a member of a church or a gangster?"

Peng Gang said: "You mean evil"

I nodded: "I heard that there are some doomsday religions abroad that promote doomsday theories. If you think about your father's life and death, and even went to the underworld, maybe he will believe something after he is alive."

Peng Gang shook his head: "What you said is actually the same as that Mr. Li. He also guessed the same at the time, but I don't think it is the same. Just listen to me."

Peng Gang got closer and closer, and finally saw what was going on in that bright place. There was a portable lamp on the ground, and there was a player next to it, playing that piece of music. And his father, Peng Liang, was curled up on a tattered blanket.

Above. The blanket is so dirty that its original color cannot be seen, and exudes a disgusting smell. His father has his back to the outside, hunched over like a baby, with his hands wrapped around his knees.

Peng Gang was so excited that he didn't dare to breathe. This must be too weird. He felt that it was not good to have bumped into his father's inhumane secret. He hesitated and decided to go out first. He turned around and was about to leave because it was too dark.

, stepped on a broken jar, making a very harsh "clang" sound.

His father reacted very quickly, sitting up suddenly, turning off the player, extinguishing the lamp, and the surroundings suddenly fell into extreme darkness.

Peng Gang almost suffocated and did not dare to move. He was so nervous that sweat dripped from his forehead and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

And he also felt that his father remained sitting and did not move.
Chapter completed!