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Is that blackback completely crazy?

I asked: "Have you taken him for a checkup? Is there something wrong with his body?"

"I went to the pet hospital for a checkup. Luka is just a little weak because he doesn't eat. There is no other problem. It's strange to say that as long as he doesn't stay in this community, he will be much better."

I thought about it and expressed my guess.

"Ms. Song, with all due respect, they say dogs are psychic and can see things that humans can't. Maybe it found something in your house."

Song Zhujun raised his head in shock and looked at me closely with his sunken eyes.

"You mean, there's a ghost in my house?"

"I can't tell. This is my personal guess. Maybe it's just this place that makes it feel uncomfortable."

I'm not sure. I just instinctively feel that this neighborhood is weird, but I can't put it into words.

Song Zhujun tightened his shawl and fell into silence.

"Actually, it's not just Luka. I also feel very uncomfortable. It started from the moment I moved into this house. My health has never been very good, but it's not like this."

I said: "Ms. Song, you can tell me all the problems you encounter. If you can help me, I will definitely help."

"Thank you." Song Zhujun smiled, collected his thoughts, and spoke slowly.

"It's only been three months since I moved into this community, but it feels like three centuries have passed."

"I believe you have also seen that there are very few people in this community, and they are very indifferent to each other. Even if they meet, they will hardly speak."

"That's okay. Isn't this the case in today's society?"

"Besides, I don't like noise, and I think this place is clean and nice. Who knew it was not like that at all."

Song Zhujun spoke very slowly, stopping after a few sentences to drink water slowly.

I knew she was in poor health, so I didn't rush her and waited patiently.

"When he first moved in, Luca would stare at one place for a long time with strange eyes. I was curious about what he was looking at, but I walked over and found nothing."

"A few days later, Luka started screaming into the air, and I tried to comfort him to no avail. I was worried about disturbing the neighbors because it was night, but no one came to see me at all."

"On the other hand, I always hear strange noises coming from the 18th floor in the middle of the night. I am so noisy that I can't sleep, but the property manager says that the house has always been vacant."

Song Zhujun's eyes were helpless.

"Today, you told me again that you saw daily necessities on the 18th floor. I was really confused and didn't know who to believe."

I took out the bunch of keys: "If you don't believe it, you can follow me upstairs and have a look."

"No, I'm afraid I'll see something I shouldn't see." Song Zhujun waved his hands in fear.

"What shouldn't be seen?"

Song Zhujun rubbed his temples painfully: "My memory is a little blurry, and I can't tell whether it's an illusion or reality. I met a woman covered in blood in the elevator and went up to the 18th floor."

Something moved in my mind: "What does that woman look like, do you remember?"

"She was about thirty years old. She stood in the elevator without saying a word. I can't remember the rest." Song Zhujun squinted his eyes and tried to remember, "I was very scared at the time. After I got out, I quickly found the security guard, but they They all said they had never seen this woman before."

Age appropriate.

More and more clues point to Sister Hong as the owner of 1802.

But why do the security guards and property management personnel of the community say that the house is empty? Is it necessary for the property management company to be so hard on the owner?

I never figured this out.

"Actually, you don't have to take everything I say seriously. Sometimes I can't tell which memories are real and which are illusory."

"Sometimes a hand will suddenly appear outside the window, or a figure will flash by, but I am on the 17th floor. Who can float in the air?"

"Maybe they are right. I am really hallucinating because of my poor health."

Song Zhujun leaned on the sofa weakly, his expression was very bitter, and he seemed to be exhausted from all these things.

"Ms. Song, don't say that. No one wants to live like this. The authorities are confused, but bystanders know clearly. You can tell me everything you encounter, and I will help you analyze it."

While helping Song Zhujun, you can also get more clues, so why not do it.

"No matter what the truth is, at least you can feel at ease."

"Thank you." Song Zhujun nodded gratefully, "Don't worry, I won't let you go in vain, I will definitely pay you."

As she spoke, she took a breath and continued her story.

"I don't usually go out much. I like to go out to walk my dog ​​after dinner, which I treat as a walk. After a few times, the security guard in the community told me not to go out at night and go home early. It's not safe."

"I feel quite strange. The security in the community shouldn't be so bad."

"Later I realized that when they said it was unsafe, they didn't mean security issues, but something else."

I squinted my eyes: "What is it?"

"I don't know, but one time I came home a little late after walking the dog. It was already dark, and I had a nightmare that night. It seemed like there were many people beside the bed, staring at me, and I couldn't wake up no matter what. But don’t come.”

nightmare!

My eyes widened.

The feeling Song Zhujun mentioned was exactly the same as what I experienced on the 18th floor that night!