I don’t know if my courage has been strengthened by training these days or something. Although I was shocked, I was able to hold back myself from shouting. This is really a big improvement.
My first reaction was that I was being deceived, because if someone really hanged himself on the bed, this enclosure seemed to be hundreds of years old, and the white silk hanging on the bed frame should have rotted long ago.
There's no way it's still hanging there fine.
Should I go forward and take a look? I was hesitating in my heart. If I opened the bed curtain and there was really a set of bones hanging on it, I would probably be scared to death. But if I didn’t go forward,
If I go to see what happens, I may be disturbed by my own psychological effects during the rest of the journey.
Just when I was hesitant, another gust of wind came, and the copper door knocker on the carved wooden door was blown jingling. It felt like someone was beating the door leaves quickly from outside.
I don’t know whether it was suspicion or something else, but when the wind came in through the crack in the door, I vaguely seemed to hear a cry, the cry of a middle-aged woman, among the whirring sounds.
She is the mother of those children.
For some reason, the first thought that came to my mind was this.
I cautiously and slowly approached the large carved lychee wood bed, my heart almost jumping out of my throat.
The sound of crying carried by the wind that came in through the crack in the door has not stopped yet, and it is becoming clearer and clearer as the distance between me and the lychee wood carved bed is getting closer and closer.
It was a low sobbing sound, but the sound was filled with unbearable grief and despair.
In my family, my grandmother and mother are all doted on by their husbands, so it is not difficult for me to understand what it is like for a woman who has been wronged in a family.
I finally stood in front of the big lychee wood bed. My fingertips hanging by my side had almost touched the white curtain, but I still lacked the last bit of courage to lift the white veil.
So I stood there for a while, my fingers trembling but my body motionless.
Finally, I mustered up the courage, raised my right hand, and reached for the curtain of the curtain.
However, just when my hand touched the white patch, the ground suddenly shook violently. This shaking pushed me down onto the bed.
The curtain hanging on the bed frame had already been eroded to pieces by the years. Now, under the gravity of my body, it was like those cloud marshmallows sold by my uncle at the entrance of the park.
It melted.
I almost fell head-on on the corpse inside the curtain, and the bones on the corpse made my lower abdomen hurt.
However, before I could take care of my fear, the curtain frame on the big bed made of lychee wood collapsed, and sawdust fell all over me.
Only then did I realize: there was an earthquake at the bottom of the lake.
I was lying on the lychee wood bed, and the bones of the female corpse whose skeleton had been crushed by me were scattered around me, and some of them might have been crushed under me.
Before the shaking stopped, my head began to feel dizzy, and the urge to vomit rolled up in my stomach again and again.
My luck is really incredible. I was able to encounter an earthquake at the bottom of the lake and sleep with this thousand-year-old female corpse.
I heard the "clang" sound of the bronze mirror falling to the ground, and then the sound of the roof collapsing.
Finally, a woman's scream came from behind the bed, and then everything returned to calm.
I probably stayed in bed for a few more minutes. After I was sure that the earthquake was over, I climbed out of the bed shivering.
I really crawled out, because at this moment, my legs were no longer flesh and blood, but seemed to be stuffed with cotton.
The house was in a mess, with broken tiles and fragments of bronze mirrors falling to the wardrobe in the distance. There was really no place to stay.
It was really a perfect place. Because my legs were so weak from fear, I basically crawled on the ground. Because of this, I actually touched a sulfur cedar strip on the ground. This kind of thing,
Just a little friction can produce sparks, which is equivalent to today's matches.
It was as if I had picked up some treasure, and I almost cried with joy.
With this sulfur cedar stick, the half candle can also be put to use.
The small round table is still standing in the same position. For some reason, the earthquake just now did not overturn the table.
Probably because the fear in my heart had passed, and I could now use my strength under my feet, I slowly stood up with the sulfur fir sticks, avoiding the broken walls under my feet, and then moved towards the small round table.
There is a detail here that I find very puzzling. In my memory, when the strong wind blew the door of the house shut, the candlestick was blown away by the wind, but now the candlestick is placed properly.
Put it on the table.
Did I remember it wrong?
It makes no sense. At that time, I was standing in front of the round table, wondering why there was only one low stool in the room. It was absolutely impossible to remember it wrong.
Even if I remember it wrong, then in the earthquake just now, the whole house was shaking violently, and even the tiles on the eaves were shaken down. There is no way this candlestick is so strong that it can stand firm in this storm.
.Unless this candlestick is mounted on this table.
Full of doubts, I approached the small round table step by step. Finally, I stood in front of the round table again.
There was basically no light in the room, but maybe because I had been in the dark for a long time, the potential function of human eyes was also stimulated, and I could probably see a rough outline of everything in the room.
I picked up half a broken piece of tile on the ground, and then scratched it twice with the sulfate cedar strip in my hand.
With the sound of "Zi", a burst of flames burst out from the sulfuric acid fir tree.
I moved the bunch of flower saplings on the top of the fir stick to the wick of the half candle, and instantly, the whole room lit up.
My eyes couldn't adapt to the sudden candle light. A white light appeared in front of me, which made me close my eyes. After about a few seconds, I felt that my eyes were not so uncomfortable, so I slowly closed my eyes.
Eyelids open.
However, the moment he opened his eyes, he was so frightened that he took a step back.
Perhaps due to the earthquake just now, the tiles that were knocked off the roof brought countless dust. Since the small round table was not overturned, the tabletop was covered with dust.
However, at this moment, there was a long and slender handprint printed on the dusty table.
When I was lighting the candles, I had never encountered this table before, so I should be sure.
So, where does this handprint come from?
I clearly remember that when the candle was lit, there was nothing on the table. Could it be that in those few seconds when I closed my eyes, someone ran to the table and left a trace in the dust on the table?
Did you put your own fingerprints on it?
But the door is closed. If someone comes in, it will take more than this long to open and close?
Could it be someone from this room?
I instantly thought of the woman who was half-kneeling and hanging inside the curtain, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on my back.
This woman has been dead for who knows how many years, and all she has left is a skeleton of bones. How can she still stand up and do some mischief?
I thought about it and reached out to pick up the candlestick. When my hand just reached the edge of the candlestick, a drop of candle tears fell down and fell right on my arm.
The candle tears burned me until it hurt, and I reflexively retracted my hand.
However, just when I retracted my hand, another handprint printed on the candlestick came into my eyes very clearly.
That handprint, and the one on the small round table, happened to be a pair of left and right hands.
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I yelled "Ah" and ran away from the room.
I ran wildly up the stairs, but the road was steep and I was in a hurry, so I didn't pay attention and my feet were empty. I stumbled on the wooden ladder and rolled down the stairs.
After a lot of effort, I finally let my body stop the car on the wooden stairs. At this time, I could vaguely see a carved wooden door on the side of the stairs.