It rained heavily that afternoon and it was extremely wet and cold.
Qin Laosan's handmade fur shop is located on the corner of the street. Business is usually not very good during the peak season. The shop was even deserted after the heavy rain.
Through the Tibetan patterned window, he looked at the horizon. It was so dark that no light could be penetrated. Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, it seemed that the rain would continue for a long time.
He decided to close the shop early and go home to rest.
After locking the display case, I took a feather duster and dusted off the fur.
There is nothing to sort out the bill, not a single fur was sold all day.
When he was about to go out, Qin Laosan inadvertently glanced at the corner and paused.
Just now it seemed like a red light flashed in front of my eyes.
Qin Laosan put down the key in his hand and touched the broom beside the door, thinking that there might be a thief crawling out of the back door on this rainy day.
The back door of the store is usually not open very often, it is at the end of the aisle.
On one side is the display cabinet, on the other side is the wall, with several animal skins hanging on it.
There is a mirror at the front of the counter, which is usually used for customers to try on fur hats and scarves.
Qin Laosan gripped the broom tightly, held his breath, and tiptoed forward.
On a cloudy and rainy day, the indoor light is dim and the corridor is dark.
When I passed the mirror, suddenly there seemed to be a shadow flashing across my face, which seemed to be human but not human.
Qin Laosan was excited and looked back, but found nothing. But he just felt that something was wrong. He felt a cool wind coming in, sending chills down his back.
He thought silently in his heart: It is easy to have misunderstandings on rainy days, it's okay, it's okay... But before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly heard someone say "hehe" twice, and the wind chime on the door suddenly rang, tinkling, and he was frightened.
Qin Laosan's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.
It was a string of brass wind chimes, made of Tibetan heavy industry, which he had collected from Tibetans in his early years.
It's quite heavy, and you can usually hit the wind chime only when there is wind, but not in light breeze.
The windows in this house are closed and no wind can come in. Why is the wind chime ringing?
Qin Laosan swallowed nervously and stared at the wind chime.
The laughter just now was still echoing in his ears. He listened carefully and was sure it was a woman's voice. It was faint, as if coming from the distant sky, entering his ears from all directions. He shivered, and a chill penetrated him.
The pores are drilled deep into the bones.
Qin Laosan didn't dare to dig deeper and wanted to leave the store quickly.
But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt something was wrong behind him, so when he turned his head little by little, he seemed to be able to hear the rattling of his neck bones...
Behind you is the dressing mirror. There is insufficient light, so the mirror becomes a dark world.
There was a shadowy figure in the mirror.
Qin Laosan was breathing heavily and looked diagonally towards the wall opposite -
There was a painting hanging on the wall. It was old and embedded in a wooden frame. When he checked in the store in the early years, the store didn't take it away, so he didn't bother to take it off and just kept it hanging there. He thought it looked pretty good.
Qin Laosan didn't know the name of the painting. In his eyes, it was a group of people fighting, and the group of people were painted as if they were neither humans nor ghosts. Anyway, it was quite abstract in professional terms, so he took it as an abstract painting.
Paint and display.
But now, right in front of his eyes, it seemed as if the person in the painting had moved, but it also seemed like a shadow was attached to the painting.
At most, it can be regarded as a half-human figure, and the lower body is almost pale and only the outline is left, but the outline does not look like a human, but looks like a snake or a fish.
Qin Laosan rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked again, the shadow was indeed moving.
He even made two more noises.
The laughter just now!
Qin Laosan's whole body stiffened, and his upper and lower teeth began to chatter.
I want to run, but my feet can’t move...
I saw the figure trying to get out of the painting little by little, but it was quite laborious, as if an object was trying to pass through a layer of plastic wrap. The shadow's "head" was almost deformed after being squeezed several times.
It was like being slapped in the face.
Qin Laosan was so frightened that his heart pounded and his eyes widened.
Finally, the shadow popped out as if it had broken through the plastic wrap, and before it could brake, it rushed towards Qin Laosan.
Qin Laosan's mouth opened again and again, and his voice finally broke through his throat, letting out a hysterical scream...