Chapter 4 No One in the Room
There is a person hiding in this locked room that can never be opened - this incident made Yu Sheng feel his scalp tingling instantly, and what followed was a series of uncontrollable speculations.
Who is that? When did the owner of that voice hide in there? Did it sneak in while I was sleeping, or was it already here when I arrived here two months ago?
If it was the second case, then he had stayed in this big house for a long time without going out. He could be sure that the room on the second floor had never been opened during that period. So the person in the room had been hiding inside? Is there another passage in the room, or...
Is the person who chuckled really a "person"?
All sorts of chaotic thoughts surged up and down in his mind, but the expression on Yu Sheng's face gradually calmed down - it seemed that the experience of encountering the "frog" before had brought about some changes, or perhaps it was the influence of "resurrection from the dead". He felt that his current state of mind was... a little strange.
It was hard to tell whether the voice had any kindness or malice, but one could tell it was unmistakably weird. However, Yu Sheng discovered that after the initial tingling sensation on his scalp, all the fear and hesitation disappeared from his heart. What was left was... only intense curiosity.
He wanted to figure out what was in the room.
He wanted to find out what secrets were hidden in this big house where he was staying.
This is his safe house, his only "home" in this huge city - there cannot be anything unsafe in the safe house.
He slowly moved closer and put his ear against the door, and heard a low laugh that seemed to be hidden inside, but it might just be an illusion, and perhaps it was just the hollow sound of wind swirling in his ears.
He curled his fingers and knocked on the door.
"Open the door, I heard you."
The door didn't open, of course, but the hollow chuckle did disappear.
As expected, Yu Sheng said nothing, just turned and left - he went to the next room where there were a lot of miscellaneous items and got an axe.
Returning to the locked door of the room, he silently raised the axe high and chopped down with all his strength.
The sharp axe hit the thin wooden door, making a sharp sound of metal collision. Sparks flew in front of the axe blade, but the door, which seemed like it could be kicked open with one foot, didn't even leave a trace.
The chuckle came again vaguely, but Yu Sheng didn't care at all. He just raised the axe again calmly, as if he was doing an extremely serious, meticulous and patient job, and continued to chop with the axe.
He knew that the door could not be opened, even with an electric drill or an electric saw. But even though he knew this, he had tried to open the door in various ways almost every day for the past two months. Today, a strange sound came from the door, which only made him more motivated to open the door today.
And as his chop failed time and time again, his motivation became more and more abundant, and every chop with his axe became more powerful, more smooth, and even... more in line with his own wishes.
Some strange associations even popped up in his gradually emptying brain - he felt like Wu Gang chopping trees on the moon. As long as he chopped down that damn sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Chang'e, Yutu, Guangtou Qiang and Sisyphus who were watching the show nearby would gather in a circle and applaud him...
He didn't even know why Sisyphus appeared in his association.
However, the chuckle coming from behind the door became increasingly harsh, even becoming more and more obvious and closer, as if the owner of the voice had walked over step by step and was sticking to the back of the wooden door. As if she knew completely that the door was indestructible, she was unscrupulously mocking Yu Sheng who was swinging an axe outside through this wall of sighs.
But suddenly, another voice appeared in the strange and harsh laughter, sounding nervous and angry: "Can you stop laughing! He really opened the door and came in, and the first person he chopped was me!"
The chuckle from inside the door suddenly turned unhappy.
Yu Sheng, who was raising the axe to smash down, was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a cracking sound in his waist.
With a crackling sound, the axe in his hand fell down and hit a place that was completely outside his plan.
A crisp sound completely different from the previous harsh collision sound came from the door. The axe in Yu Sheng's hand fell to the ground, and then he suddenly raised his hand... and held his waist.
My waist hurts, it's quite severe, and it hurts so much.
He held his waist and struggled to get to the door. It took him two seconds to focus on the spot where he had just hit with the last axe.
There was a "flash" that stayed about two or three centimeters away from the door panel, on one side of the door axis. It seemed like the sparks splashed when an axe was chopped down, but it seemed to be fixed in the air and frozen at the moment when the fire exploded.
With the help of this little light, Yu Sheng vaguely saw that there seemed to be something on the door panel nearby.
He reached out and touched there.
A suppressed scream came from behind the door: "Ah——"
Yu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes. The bright lights in the living room seemed a little dazzling. Lying on the sofa and falling asleep made him feel sore all over. The wall clock on the wall not far away was ticking, and the time on the dial showed that he had just slept for less than forty minutes.
Yu Sheng lay on the sofa in a daze for a while, and the somewhat numb memories in his mind finally became clearer.
I fell asleep... Was it just a dream?
He was in a daze, but suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
The process of that "dream" was too real, and the details were too clear and complete. He could even clearly remember the touch of the axe in his hand, the stagnant firelight on the door, and...
He suddenly sat up from the sofa and raised his hand... to hold his waist.
My waist hurts, it's quite severe, and it hurts so much.
"Fuck...hiss...shhh..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but utter words of praise. The combination of his newly sprained waist, the sudden movement of getting up, and the whole body aches from sleeping on the sofa produced a combined therapeutic effect. For a moment he felt that it would be better to let the frog stab his heart. After all, the pain only lasted for two seconds - then he stood up with difficulty while pressing his waist, and at the same time he became more and more certain that it was definitely not an ordinary "dream".
The pain in my waist in the dream didn’t happen in reality. Something weird really happened.
That thing had invaded his "safe house".
He adjusted his posture and mentality so that the back pain would not affect his activities too much. Then he thought for a moment before gritted his teeth and went up the stairs to the second floor.
Holding the baton in one hand, he went to the room where the sundries were kept and found the axe he had used in his dream. He held it in his right hand - the feeling of the axe handle in his hand was exactly the same as in his dream, and even the warmth of his palm seemed to remain on the wooden handle.
He came to the locked door, which was still intact and as good as new, and there was no trace of the "light mark" left by the chopping in his dream.
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It was quiet inside the door.
It was as if everything was normal and nothing had happened.
But Yu Sheng still clearly remembered the location of the light mark.
He hung the baton on his waist, switched the axe to his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to feel the door, groping for the location of the flash that he had chopped out in his dream... He remembered that it was near the door hinge, and at that time he saw a vague...
The next second, he touched a handle, a handle that could not be seen with the naked eye.
But he clearly remembered that there was no handle here. As early as the first day he found this locked door, he had checked every inch of the door and touched every surface of it. He was sure that he had never touched any "non-existent handle"! Why? Is it because I observed it in a dream? Is it because he used an axe to "see through" some disguise? Just because I have confirmed its existence, does that mean it really exists?
Yu Sheng went over all the movies, TV shows, games and novels he had seen in his mind and instantly found a lot of possible reasons. However, his hands did not hesitate at all. He grasped the door handle that was invisible to the naked eye and turned it gently.
The impenetrable locked door was opened with ease, from one side of the door axis.
It was an empty room. Looking through the crack of the door that was gradually opening, there was only the floor and the walls. The light coming in from the doorway illuminated the dim place bit by bit. However, until he carefully opened the door completely, Yu Sheng did not see the owner who was making the mocking sound in the room.
He held the axe tightly in one hand and carefully observed the situation in the room, but found that there was really nothing inside, not even a bed or a chair.
Only the cold moonlight poured into the room through the gaps in the old curtains, leaving a mottled streak on the floor.
But suddenly, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
There was "something" in the room. On the wall facing the door, there was a painting.
The exquisite frame is decorated with intricate and classical vine patterns on the edge of the picture, and in the center of the picture is a chair covered with a soft red carpet as the background.
But there was nothing else, no cursed ghost sitting in the painting with a mocking laugh, watching the intruder.
Yu Sheng frowned and stared at the oil painting frame, which was about half a meter high, for a long time. While keeping his sight, he groped for the light switch next to the door frame and turned on the light in the room.
Under the light, the details on the oil painting are more distinct.
He walked cautiously to the painting and stared at it for a long time.
Then I saw a very, very subtle point in the corner of the frame... the corner of the skirt.
“…”
He thought for a moment, then asked with a strange expression: "Are you there?"
“Not here!”
A guilty voice came from the painting.
Thanks to Charlie for not being a vegetarian~ (End of this chapter)
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