The sound of grinding teeth in the mortuary (the dragon is divided twice) gradually returned to normal work in the late Cultural Revolution. The housing allocation team assigned this vacant room 203 to a young teacher named Deng. This teacher Deng is old and married in a house, so he doesn't care if there are dead people in this house. The wedding went well. In the evening, after the friends who made trouble in the new house dispersed, the young couple took off their coats and went to bed. At the beginning of shy intimacy, they heard a few strange smiles. The laughter was clear and bright, as if mixed with a little sadness. Suddenly, it's hard to tell whether it's laughing or crying. At first, Mr. Deng thought his friend was joking with him, but he ignored it. But the laughter continued, sometimes mixed with a few women crying. Coupled with the branches and leaves of Sophora japonica swaying in the wind outside the window, it is surprisingly scary in the silent night. Teacher Deng finally understood that the house was really haunted. So he moved out of room 203 overnight. However, the terrible tragedy did not end with his departure. 10 months later, Mr. Deng's newlywed lover died in childbirth on the way to the hospital. When the doctors went to the hospital to cut open the pregnant woman's stomach, they found a freak who had been dead for a long time. The fetus has no eyes, and there is a big soft forehead above the nose. A curious doctor gently cut open the deformed forehead of the dead baby with a scalpel and found that the dead baby's head had hundreds of eyes instead of a long brain. The story of this freak spread quickly. Teacher Deng, who was in the pain of losing his wife, was soon transferred. After a series of strange mysteries, no one dared to live in room 203. It was not until the calendar turned to 1987 that the house was empty.

The late 1980s was a period of national housing shortage. Many young teachers and staff in normal colleges can't get married because they haven't been allocated houses, or generations of grandparents and grandchildren have been forced to squeeze into simple shacks of more than ten square meters. The leader in charge of housing distribution in the college was at a loss, but in desperation he remembered Room 203, No.85 Nanping, which had been empty for more than ten years. The person assigned to Room 203 this time is a graduate student who has just transferred. Graduate students are very excited to be assigned a one-bedroom and two-bedroom house when they first come to the unit. He wants to paint the house with a sincere attitude of studying science. In the process of painting, graduate students find it strange that there are always some blood spots on the snow-white walls that have just been painted. After he turns the blood spots here white, there will be new blood spots there, as if someone was joking on purpose. Just then, the graduate student's brother and sister-in-law came to see him with their little nephew who was almost three years old. As soon as the little nephew entered Room 203, he pointed to the bottom of the north window and shouted in horror, as if he had seen something terrible. When graduate students and their brothers are looking for voices, all they see are snow-white walls and rustling locust trees outside the window. There is nothing strange. The postgraduate's sister-in-law is a superstitious mountaineer. She once heard from her elders that children under four can see things that adults can't see, that is, things that many ordinary people can't see. So as soon as she saw the child crying, she immediately understood that there must be something unclean in Room 203, which had been empty for a long time, and she was sitting under the north window at the moment. Finally, at the urging of my sister-in-law, the graduate student retired the house. Soon after, with the help of friends, the graduate students resigned from the Teachers College and went south to Shenzhen. Room 203 is still vacant. In the noisy life, fierceness and strangeness are always easy to fade out of people's sight. No one will always be vigilant about the empty room 203. There are people coming and going around, and nothing strange has happened to anyone. For people in normal colleges, only after meals or when scaring children will someone come up with the story of Room 203, which gradually ignores the truth in exaggeration and fabrication. Lu Xun said: Time is always passing, and the market is still peaceful. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Friday, April 5, 2002. Wang Juan finished his work early. While other people in the office are still busy, she has been caressing the teacup gently with one hand and wandering around the internet with the mouse in the other. The mp3 player plays soothing Scottish music. Bagpipes are full of sadness in melodious mood. After reading Naigang's article Spiritual Power, Wang Juan rubbed his eyes and began to pack. It's almost time to get off work. For a 22-year-old girl like her, getting off work every Friday means a crazy and romantic weekend is about to begin. As for what spiritual power is not spiritual power, she cares more about who to date tonight. Wang Juan is not beautiful, but the unique beauty of a girl always makes her charming and radiant. She knows that she is at the most brilliant age of a woman, so she always keeps a healthy smile and waits for love shyly. What kind of prince charming is in her mind, she doesn't know it herself. Men, the most important thing is feeling. If love comes, no matter who the other person is, she will go all out. Of course, it is best to be handsome and cool, just like Andy Lau and Nicholas Tse. At this time, there is an avatar beating on her qq. The head is a one-eyed pirate called the flower of silence. Hua Luo said silently, "Hi, beautiful girl, how are you?" The first sentence is to praise yourself for being beautiful. This man's mouth is really sweet. Wang Juan couldn't remember when flowers were added and fell silent. In her friends list, there are usually only the number of friends she can talk to. This flower is silent, but it seems to have sprung up by itself.

Click on the details, it says: this guy is lazy, with only one eye left. What the hell information is this? Wang Juan and the pie mouth. Hua Luo's silent head is beating: "Your short hair is really beautiful." Wang Juan couldn't help touching her neat and chic short hair. Strange, how did he know? And Hua Luo's silent answer is even stranger: "I know you, but you don't know me." (:"Wang Juan knocked on the keyboard:" Who are you? Where are you? How do you know me? "After waiting for a long time, Huahua silently only sent a few words:" I am right behind you. " After reading these words, Wang Juan felt a chill behind him. She turned around quickly, and there was no one behind her. The employees of several companies in the distance are talking softly, and everything is calm and normal. Hua Luo jumped silently: "Don't look back, you can't see me." Wang Juan is angry. Who's playing a prank? She thought about it and sorted out a person from her mind. Could it be him? The new college student in the accounting office? Recently, Wang Juan always felt that the college student had a crush on her and made several friends with her intentionally or unintentionally. Hum, this kind of educated people love to play with this kind of ghost. Just thinking, the flowers fell silently and began to beat again: "shall we meet?" "Without saying a few words, I invited people to meet. Is there such a netizen? Nine times out of ten, someone is playing tricks at work, or that college student wants to ask me out. Meet as soon as we meet. Who's afraid of who? Look, I haven't exposed your little trick yet. Wang Juan only typed two words: "Agree. "

Two hours later, the afterglow of the sunset gradually faded, and the night in the city was shrouded in neon ambiguity. Wang Juan, wearing a black suit and carrying a white bag, came to the square garden, the appointed meeting place. Under a huge locust tree, a pale man waved to her. He said, "Hello, I am silent." He is not Wang Juan's colleague, nor is he the college student she imagined. In fact, she has never seen this man. This is a handsome boy in his twenties, with scary white skin and angular and firm face. He said, "You are beautiful." Then he smiled, revealing two rows of Bai Sensen's teeth. Wang Juan also smiled, a gentle and charming smile. She knows that her smile is the most beautiful. She said, "You are more handsome than I expected." "Really?" Wang Juan nodded. Maybe such a handsome man is rare. His temperament is not only cool but also cold. Give you a little unspeakable feeling, probably murderous, Wang Juan thought. The evening breeze gently brushed the leaves of Sophora japonica. She suddenly felt a little confused. Wang Juan knows this square very well, because she often comes here for a walk with her friends on weekdays. But why didn't she notice that there was such a huge pagoda tree here before? Looking around, people come and go. This is not a good place to talk. She suggested, "Let's find a place to sit." Three blue bars. Blue lights, blue alcohol and blue music. Wang Juan and Hua Luo sat face to face in silence, chatting casually. Like many ordinary netizens, they just talk about their views on life online, but try to avoid talking about their own lives. He is talkative and funny, and the humor in his words often makes Wang Juan laugh. It is undoubtedly a pleasure to chat with such a man. Wang Juan gradually felt that the man in front of him was a little cute. She even began to fantasize about how the girls in the company would look at her with envy when this handsome guy went to the company to pick him up one day. Maybe this man is her destiny takes a hand's Prince Charming. Who knows? Fate has come, and I can't stop it. She introduced herself: "My name is Wang Juan. What about you? " He smiled again, showing Bai Sensen's teeth: "My name is Hao Zheng." Exchanging names is the most important move made by netizens before preparing for intimate contact. Wang Juan is very willing to know him, or she needs to know him. Because of her true feelings and romantic atmosphere, she was almost fascinated. "Hao Zheng, Hao Zheng. . . . . . "She whispered the name several times. The next conversation, inadvertently has been faint with a hint of intimacy. They began to talk about the happiness of their lives, jobs and families. Hao Zheng said, "My parents died a long time ago. Sometimes I always feel that I should do something for my father and give him back what he lost. " Wang Juan suddenly asked, "How old are you?" She is a little worried that she is bigger than Zheng. Men always seem to like girls younger than themselves. Hao Zheng gave her a look and said, "I was born in 43 years, and I am almost sixty this year." Although the joke was a bit puzzling, Wang Juan laughed his head off. How could this boy in his twenties have been born before liberation? She smiled and said: "In this way, I was born in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. You should call me sister. " Hao Zheng smiled, grabbed the cup on the table and put it down. Wang Juan noticed that Hao Zheng didn't drink anything all night. The music in Sanlan Bar is euphemistic and moving. When Wang Juan talked about the renovation of his home, Hao Zheng said that there was also a house near his home. Recently, he asked a friend to decorate it, which is very good. He asked Wang Juan if he wanted to have a look. Wang Juan looked down at the time on the phone. It's past eleven o'clock. It is inevitable to rush to the boy's house at this time. Maybe Hao Zheng will play melodious and sad music, maybe he will buy himself a drink, maybe they will kiss after drinking, maybe after kissing. . . . . . She feels that as a girl, she should not think about the future. What are you afraid of? I talked about three boyfriends, not only experienced, but also familiar with many things. I believe I can solve any problem by myself. Besides, this person is like this. . . Very charming. See Wang Juan readily agreed, Hao Zheng took out a thick wallet to pay the bill. Wang Juan accidentally touched Hao Zheng's hand in the taxi. His hands are cold and stiff, like a piece of frozen meat passed in the refrigerator. She looked down and found a nail-sized brown spot on the back of his hand. "What is this?" She asked. "Oh, this is lividity." "Ah, bah." Wang Juan gave him a gentle hammer and said sweetly, "Don't scare people." The taxi stopped under the pagoda tree in front of No.85 Nanping. When they got off the bus, they walked arm in arm up the long black stairs and entered the gloomy room 203. . . . . . Xiao Cui, the cashier at Sanlan Bar, has always been a smart girl who seldom makes mistakes. However, when I checked out after work in the early morning, I was surprised to find that there was a piece of paper money burned for the deceased in today's collection. The strange thing didn't end there. Early in the morning, people who do morning exercises are horrified to find a female corpse hanging on the locust tree in front of No.85 Nanping. After receiving the report from Nanping police station, the city criminal investigation brigade immediately sent people to the scene. As soon as CoCo Lee got out of the warm bed, she got a call from the criminal investigation team and asked her to go to the murder scene. She is just a young girl who just graduated from the police academy last year. Although she hasn't been in this business for a long time, she knows the importance of getting to the scene quickly. Brush your teeth and wash your face, even care about the skin cream, so she hurried to No.85 Nanping. Before getting off the bus, I saw a lot of people around the big locust tree in the distance. People are talking about it. Several comrades of Nanping police station are maintaining order at the scene. A female corpse was hung on a locust tree branch four or five meters from the ground by a white leather bag, and gently swayed with the wind. The situation is quite bad. The female corpse was dressed in black professional women's clothing, and her left eye was dug out by her birthplace, leaving a bloody hole. Judging from the round right eye and big mouth of the female corpse, the girl must have been greatly frightened before she died. CoCo Lee felt a little sick. Although she had seen many bodies, such a frightened expression made her heart beat a little faster. Without breathing, she and several policemen who arrived first began to investigate and collect evidence. Strangely, there was no evidence left at the scene. The body was hoisted to five or six meters high, but there were no signs of climbing on the big locust tree and no signs of ladders on the ground. Did the body jump on itself? The autopsy report and the identity investigation of the deceased will come out soon. After investigation, the deceased was named Wang Juan, female, 23 years old, Han nationality, a company employee. Working for two years, with a good professional record and no criminal record. The autopsy report proved that the left eye of the deceased was gouged out by a thin sharp instrument before his death, while the rest of his body was not injured and had no sexual relations. The cause of death was sudden cardiac failure due to the massive secretion of adrenal hormones after sudden stimulation. In layman's terms, he was scared to death alive. Some onlookers reported that Room 203, No.85 Nanping was a haunted house, and this woman was strangled by a ghost. Of course, the investigators will not believe it. But out of caution, they asked for the key from the normal college housing management office and opened the door of room 203. Room 203 is as empty as ever. The ground was covered with thick dust, and the white ash on the wall became mottled with time. The police were surprised to find that in the dust on the ground, the footprints of a woman's high-heeled shoes obviously extended inward until the middle of the room, and then suddenly disappeared. That is to say, once a woman in high heels walked into the room, but when she walked into the middle of the room, her feet suddenly left the ground and there was no trace at once. Such a strange thing puzzled the police. The floor of the room is covered with dust, and anyone will leave clear footprints wherever he goes. Did this woman in high heels fly? The research results of high-heeled shoes footprints are even more amazing. This footprint is exactly the same as the foot shape of the one-eyed female corpse hanging on the locust tree outside the building. It can be concluded that these footprints were left by Wang Juan before his death. There is no trace of the window in room 203 being opened. Decades of dust accumulated in the corner of the window, so the window could not be opened long ago. Residents around said that they didn't hear any strange sounds last night, and no one saw anything unusual. The transferred police dog didn't smell anything either. Everything is weird. It's weird. No one can explain how this woman named Wang Juan flew from the house to the locust tree outside the building. Is the sharp tool that dug out her left eye a human nail? What scared her to death? On the bus back to the criminal police, Interpol Lao Yang touched his bare forehead and said to everyone, "It's strange. Think about it, all of you. Why isn't there a cobweb in Room 203 that hasn't been inhabited for a long time? " This question made a car full of people shudder. Some things can't be considered in detail, because the deeper you dig, the more people feel inexplicable horror. Is there really something supernatural in this world?

A few months later, strange things happened again. Huang Xiaojie is a sophomore majoring in mechanical and electrical automation. Besides boring mechanical and electronic daily life, her favorite thing is chatting online. One weekend afternoon, her qq suddenly jumped to a silent name. Huang Xiaojie can't remember when he added this person. Click on the details, and there are only a few words on it: this guy is lazy, with only one eye left. This strange language immediately attracted Huang Xiaojie's curiosity. Through more than two hours of chatting, she learned about Hualuo's poor life experience: his parents died, his sister died for many years, and he wandered alone in the dark world. Female college students were almost moved, and their eyes were wet. When Huaxia silently proposed to meet, she agreed without hesitation. When the afterglow of the sunset left a touch of dark red in the west, Huang Xiaojie saw the flowers falling silently at the school gate. Huahua stood silently under a huge locust tree, with fair skin, handsome face and cold killer temperament, which was enough to make any girl bang. Huang Xiaojie was surprised by his handsome appearance. At the same time, she wanted to know why there was a big pagoda tree suddenly outside the school gate she was familiar with. They sat down in an elegant chat bar outside the campus. After a brief and polite introduction, they talked about modern literature. Huang Xiaojie said, "My favorite writer is Chi Li, and I think her writing is very special. Have you seen her? The sun is born. The details of life inside, as if we had all experienced it. Absolutely. " She paused and then said, "Oh, that's not bad. I have seen his "Thieves Catch Police", which is also very good. " Huahua silently looked at the cup in her hand and said, "Writers are actually using paper and words to convey their imaginary spirit to people. The size and strength of this spirit shows the foundation of every writer. " "Yes, yes" this sentence has some truth, Huang Xiaojie's eyes show admiration. She asked stupidly, "Can spiritual power really be transmitted?" I mean the power to transform spirit into matter like spiritual power. "Young people at the turn of the century are always interested in supernatural science. Flowers fall silent smile, revealing two rows of Bai Sensen teeth. Yes, of course. He said: "Our thinking is actually a complex spiritual signal, just like electric energy, but it has great energy. "These spiritual signals can sometimes be transformed into incredible power through some carriers, which is the same as the conversion of electric energy into kinetic energy by motors." Some strange words made Huang Xiaojie blink. Fallen Flower silently added, "It's as if we saw a picture of a quiet landscape in a noisy place." When you really understand the meaning of tranquility in painting, you will get rid of the noisy reality around you and achieve the spirit of tranquility that the painter wants to convey. Why is this? Because the painter is conveying the spiritual peace he wants to express to you through the media of paper and painting, distorting, covering up and even changing the spiritual signal that you should feel noisy. The transmission of spirit makes you change your original understanding of things, make you confused and lose yourself. ""that makes sense. " Huang Xiaojie nodded seriously. At present, this knowledgeable netizen left a deep impression on her. "So the power of spirit can be transmitted. For example, "he gave her a melancholy look and added," such as feelings. "Huang Xiaojie felt his heart pounding." How do you feel if someone likes you? Sometimes spiritual signals are invisible, so you can feel them. When you are fascinated by someone or fall in love with someone, your sensitive mind is actually influenced by the spiritual energy transmitted by that person. If you can control such power, maybe you can control others, make others hallucinate and create illusions that don't exist. "Flowers silent smile, two rows of Bai Sensen teeth under his red lips is particularly obvious. Huang Xiaojie was confused. Does it imply that this handsome guy is talking about her feelings? She is no stranger to feelings. Huang Xiaojie's boyfriend is an ordinary boy in her department. Over the past year, their relationship has been lukewarm and lacking in passion. Compared with her boyfriend, this handsome boy is undoubtedly more emotional. She felt her face a little hot. . . . . . At 0: 40 in the evening/kloc-0: 00, the boss watched Huang Xiaojie and the man leave. When paying, the man dropped a hundred-dollar bill and said, "Keep the change." Inadvertently exposed the brown spots on the back of the hand. Seeing that Huang Xiaojie rolled up the man's arm when he went out, the boss of this chat bar couldn't help sighing that the phenomenon of female college students being rich was rampant and vulgar. It was not until the next morning that people saw Huang Xiaojie again. The body of this beautiful female college student has been hanging on the locust tree in front of No.85 Nanping. Her left eye was gouged out, leaving only a black hole of blood staring at the strange world. After receiving the report, CoCo Lee from the criminal police team and several colleagues rushed to the scene. When she saw Huang Xiaojie's body hanging precariously on the locust tree in front of No.85 Nanping, CoCo Lee couldn't help but put his hand over his mouth and was shocked. Poor Huang Xiaojie also lost his left eye, and the white and red liquid almost filled the bloody hole. The body drifted away with the wind, and people around were talking about it. Someone said, "It must be the evil ghost in the haunted house in Room 203." "It's strange that the ghost of LaoZheng has been lingering for so many years. "Another person said," Hey, I heard that the person living in Room 203 was shot in the left eye, and the left eyes of the two murdered girls were also dug out. . . . . 。” "Have you ever heard of a monster without eyes? " .。 . . . . There are many similarities between the autopsy report and the previous murder. The left eye of the deceased was dug out by sharp instruments such as nails or blades, and other parts of the body were not injured except the left eye. The cause of death is also heart failure and sudden death caused by excessive fear. The only difference is that Huang Xiaojie's body has a lot of dust stains on his chest and abdomen. I guess the victim was dragged on the ground for a while. CoCo Lee looked at his colleagues around him, and colleagues were looking at her, and the atmosphere of terror spread instantly. Because they all thought of a place-room 203 with thick dust. When I opened the door of room 203, sure enough, there was a long and wide imprint on the dusty ground. Once something was dragged from the door to the middle of the room and then disappeared in the middle of the room for no reason. The dirt in front of Huang Xiaojie is exactly the same as the ashes on the ground in Room 203. In other words, Huang Xiaojie was dragged into Room 203 on his stomach. As for how she suddenly left the ground of the room, how she was hung from the room to the big locust tree outside the building, and how the raft Gong wiped out the small locust tree and rubbed it, it is not clear. Detectives looked at each other. More than three months have passed since the last murder in Wang Juan? What clue? The case can't be solved. Everyone thinks it doesn't smell like this. The same case happened continuously in such a short time, in the same place and under the same circumstances, and it was the same headless and tailless, which made everyone feel that there was a fire. Interpol Lao Yang touched his shiny forehead and said, "Damn it! It seems that this month's bonus has been ruined again. " CoCo Lee reluctantly shook his head. The branches and leaves on the locust tree outside the north window are also fluttering in the wind. The provincial public security department paid full attention to the same cases that happened before and after. With the instructions of relevant leaders, the Municipal Public Security Bureau sent a human resources investigation team to be directly responsible for the No.85 murder case in Nanping. CoCo Lee was very happy to be transferred to this task force. In addition to the subsidy of more than 30 yuan per day, she is also very happy to participate in the detection of major cases that provincial leaders attach so much importance to for the first time after taking part in the work. Soon, the comrades who went to Huang Xiaojie School for investigation brought exciting results. They found the owner of the chat bar who saw Huang Xiaojie for the last time that night. In the project office established after the city bureau just vacated the warehouse, the chat boss described in detail the last time he saw Huang Xiaojie. "At that time, she was with a man. That man is about twenty years old. He seems to be wearing a white shirt and gray-blue pants, and he looks very rustic. Is it long? He is very handsome. Big eyes, white teeth, red mouth, but the skin is a little white, as if there is no blood. ""Are his teeth special? " Responsible for taking notes CoCo Lee asked. Because usually few people pay so much attention to other people's teeth. "No, it isn't. "Let's talk about it. The boss has been waving his hand. " His teeth are nothing special. It is obvious, especially when I laugh, that I notice it at a glance. Oh, yes, that man has a brown spot the size of a wine bottle cap on his hand. "This is a very important clue, astonished the forensic team immediately alert. Someone brought photos of various human spots from the forensic doctor for the chat bar owner to identify. After reading it for a long time, the boss pointed to a photo and said, "Ah, yes, this is it. "Turn the back of the photo over and write two words-lividity. Everyone sitting here can't help feeling a chill. The boss said gloomily, "This thing is really unlucky. One of the money I received on the day of this girl's accident was Mingbi. Is it a ghost? "No one knows whether there is a ghost. After a meeting all night and smoking a bunch of cigarette butts, the leader of the task force finally decided to set up monitoring near No.85 Nanping. Except for some comrades squatting, the rest of the comrades continued to trace the suspected clues of brown spots on the back of their hands. Soon another month passed. The pursuit of the suspect's clues was fruitless, and the monitoring in Room 203 found no abnormality. Several families at No.85 Nanping are still living quietly. Some couples bicker, some are late for work, and some leave early to go to the market to buy food. What can explain it? Room 203 is still empty, and no one comes in or out. Calm down, and let the policemen lying around be exhausted. However, at midnight on September 13, something strange happened. Liu Qiang, male, 23 years old, is a habitual thief. His modus operandi is very simple, that is, he stuffed a pre-printed false advertisement into the crack of the door and checked it again the next day to judge the living rules of the residents by the presence or absence of advertisements. If some residents' advertisements haven't moved for a few days, they can open the door and enter the house generously. This time, Liu Qiang targeted Room 203, No.85 Nanping. The advertisement for room 203 has been untouched for several days. From downstairs, it was dark outside the window, and you couldn't see anything wrong. Liu Qiang secretly rejoiced, and he was ready to start work. On the afternoon of September 13 1 1 54, the criminal police in charge of monitoring Room 203 found a suspicious person entering the dilapidated staircase entrance of No.85 Nanping. Liu Qiang himself doesn't know. His actions these days have long been clearly observed by the telescope upstairs across the street. After climbing the narrow steps of No.85, he lingered in front of Room 203 for a while. After making sure that there was no danger around, he took out the steel ruler and steel wire for prying the door from his bag. Almost at the same time, the police ambushing nearby have begun to quietly gather downstairs at Nanping No.85. After more than a month's ambush, someone finally wants to enter Room 203 today, and everyone is very excited. The door of room 203 is an old lock. Liu Qiang found the lock bead easily, and with a flick of his hand, the door opened. Room 203 is dark, like a huge mouth. Welcome him. Liu Qiang dared not dawdle, crept in and closed the door gently with his backhand. 1 1: 58 "The suspect is here, do it!" Orders. Interpol rushed upstairs in lightning speed and opened the door of room 203 with one foot. Just as the police broke into the house, there was a sudden bang in Room 203, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.