Xiaolan held her breath, and there was only the sound of rustling water drops in her ears. Amidst the soft and quiet sound of rain, a harsh and subtle sound came.
It's like friction, like opening an old wooden door.
"Click... squeak... squeak... squeak..."
The coldness crawled along the tailbone and towards the spine. Xiaolan pricked up her ears and couldn't help but shiver.
"Hua Cong? Are you still there?" Xiaolan hugged her shoulders and raised her head and asked.
"what?"
"Can I go to the front room?" Xiaolan stood up and pointed to the hexagonal rear window, "There seems to be something inside. Did you hear any strange sounds?"
"You can go if you want..." There was a mischievous smile hidden behind Hua Cong's voice.
"Then will you follow me?"
"I have never followed you," Hua Cong explained. "You can hear my voice because I follow you with my eyes. I can see what each of you has done."
In other words, the flowers are not actually here.
Xiaolan walked to the eaves of the door, looked at the slender raindrops all over the sky, and the swaying light and shadow in the six-sided window, and fell into deep thought.
"What is that?" He said and started walking outside.
With Hua Cong saying "You'll know when you go in and take a look", Xiaolan plunged into the rain curtain, looking around to find the right way. The raindrops hit her hair and shoulders, and Xiaolan couldn't feel the piercing pain.
It's cold, even if the raindrops hit my body, I don't feel wet or cold.
After walking through the snow-white brick wall, a semicircular door appeared. Xiaolan remembered the direction and ducked in.
It’s still the familiar bluestone slab, the familiar dark cabin with the wide open door.
The "creaking" sound came closer, as if it was coming from inside the house.
Xiaolan gritted her teeth, stepped into the yard, and slowly walked towards the dark door.
The light rain gradually subsided, and Xiaolan wiped the water droplets hanging on her face. The sound of the rain became quieter, and the strange sounds in the room became more prominent.
"Crack...squeak..."
That's right, the sound came from the cabin in front of you.
Stepping inside, compared to the previous house, the decoration here is obviously more detailed and well-designed, with mahogany floors, tables, chairs and furniture, everything in the house exudes an elegant antique feel.
However, under the dim light, the mahogany furniture that should have been elegant and luxurious was filled with an unspeakable weirdness.
In the center of the room is a wooden screen. The hexagonal rear window must be behind this screen. Also hidden behind the screen is a mysterious object shaking inside the window.
"Crack...squeak..."
This voice also came from behind the screen.
Xiaolan came closer and glanced at the top of the tall screen.
Something seems to be moving.
Xiaolan looked intently at the screen, where a black thing was swaying from side to side to the rhythm of strange sounds.
The black object hung on the rope. Slowly, the shaking became smaller, and slowly, it stopped moving.
Xiaolan took a deep breath and let it out again.
"Don't you want to see it?"
Hua Cong's voice cooled down and suddenly rang in her ears. Xiao Lan was startled and quickly looked around, but there was still no one there.
The flowers have been guiding themselves.
Xiaolan held onto the edge of the screen, leaned forward, and focused her eyes on everything behind the screen.
A pair of feet appeared first, moving slightly. Xiaolan's muscles tightened and her eyes moved upward.
The frail and pale woman was hanging on the rope. The black object was her thick hair. The woman's back was turned to her and she was motionless.
The strange thing is that Xiaolan should feel fear, but fear seems far away from her.
"Hua Cong, this is..."
"Uh-huh..."
Suddenly, a desperate moan squeezed out of the woman's throat. As the moan suddenly rose, the woman's still body began to struggle.