It is the same door, but it represents different meanings in the eyes of Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng.

As night fell, Wu Jinpeng drank a lot of wine and became drunk. He slowly took off the "armor" he was wearing.

There was a hint of fatigue in his weathered eyes, which he usually hid well and never showed in front of his family.

"Wu Sheng, go to bed quickly. I have to take you to school tomorrow morning." Wu Jinpeng hugged Wu Sheng to the bed: "Good night, little brat."

After taking care of the younger one, he had to take care of the older one. He pulled the curtain and sat next to his younger brother: "Kun'er, stop playing with the electric fan. If you feel hot, I'll fan you."

"Electric fan!" Wu Kun raised the electric fan with both hands and ran around the hut, but he didn't give it to Wu Jinpeng.

"Slow down, don't disturb the neighbors." Wu Jinpeng was also helpless and sat down at the table again: "Sorry, my brother is quite noisy."

"Brother Peng, the fan at my workplace broke before and I fixed it myself. How about I help you take a look?" During the time when Chen Ge ran the haunted house alone, he learned a lot of things, including installing surveillance cameras, laying various lines, etc.

"I deliberately didn't fix it for him." Wu Jinpeng took another sip of wine: "Look at my brother's left hand. He once put his hand into the electric fan..."

"I understand."

"My biggest wish is that Wu Sheng can be like a normal child. My second wish is to buy an air conditioner. My brother has never enjoyed it. If he knew the benefits of air conditioning, he would definitely abandon the fan." The rental house was very narrow. Wu Jinpeng leaned against the wall, holding a wine glass in one hand and touching the stray dog's head with the other.

"Brother Peng, I can tell that you are a man with a story. It's still some time before midnight. Can you tell me about your past?" Chen Ge wanted Wu Jinpeng to work in his haunted house, so he had to know Wu Jinpeng inside and out.

"What story do I have? My life is full of accidents." Wu Jinpeng was a little drunk: "Brother, guess what is the most expensive item in my house?"

"How could I have guessed that?" There wasn't even a TV in the rental house. Chen Ge looked around and found that the only valuable item was the broken fan in Wu Jinpeng's brother's hand.

"Let me show you." Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box in the corner, and inside was a guitar: "This is not a practice guitar. It's very expensive."

"You can also play the guitar?" Chen Ge labeled Wu Jinpeng as a versatile person, and his evaluation of this handsome uncle was raised to a higher level.

"I studied music before and was a wandering singer for a long time. It was also at that time that I met Wu Sheng's mother." Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, he did not touch the strings. He just made a gesture and plucked a few times in the air: "Wu Sheng's mother was my fan. She was eight years younger than me and a very nice person. So even if she left, I would not blame her at all."

There was wine on the table, a stray dog ​​lying next to him, and a broken guitar in his arms. The two men sat in the crowded rental house and talked about the past and life.

"Are you still a wandering singer now?"

"I stopped doing it a long time ago. My dream was to write my own songs. Even if I couldn't become a singer, I wanted to work in a music-related industry. Unfortunately, reality was too hungry and ate my dream in one gulp." Wu Jinpeng closed his eyes and played with his fingers in the air: "I was too rebellious before. I always thought that my persistence was right. For a while, I thought the name my parents gave me was too rustic, so I secretly changed it. My father was so angry that he didn't sleep for three days."

Wu Jinpeng opened his eyes and drank another glass of wine: "When I think of the old man's beard blowing and eyes glaring, I want to laugh, but it's a pity that I can't see it anymore."

"uncle?"

"The year Wu Sheng was born, the old couple went to Xinhai for medical treatment, and ended up in a car accident." Wu Jinpeng picked up the wine glass and gulped down the wine in the glass: "In fact, I have always suspected that it was not a car accident. They may not be able to be cured, and they don't want to drag me down anymore."

The room became quiet. My younger brother Wu Kun was tired from playing, so he lay down in the corner holding a fan.

"So you are the only one taking care of the family now?" Chen Ge felt that Wu Jinpeng's life was indeed not easy. He had to take care of his brother with dementia and earn tuition for Wu Sheng. He was the pillar of the family.

"Well, actually you just need to get used to it." Wu Jinpeng put down the guitar in his hand: "Someone told me that life is about being born and living. I think he is too pessimistic. We cannot guarantee how we will live, but it is entirely up to us how we live. I often tell Wu Sheng how wonderful and beautiful the world is, hoping that he can grow up healthy and then go to see those beautiful things in person one day."

"Brother Peng, you are really good at educating children." Chen Ge raised his glass and clinked glasses with Wu Jinpeng.

"I also think I am very good at educating children, but the teachers at the special education college always scold me, saying that I should not let the children indulge in wild fantasies and should learn life skills down to earth." Wu Jinpeng's tone seemed like he was complaining, which made Chen Ge laugh.

He had a pleasant chat with Wu Jinpeng. In fact, when Chen Ge first met Wu Jinpeng, he felt that this person was very special.

The suffering and despair in life did not knock him down, but instead carved his soul into a crystal clear state. Chen Ge had not expected such a situation, and Mingtai probably had not expected it either.

Chen Ge didn't know what criteria the ghost fetus used to select children, but most of these children had one thing in common: they had defects in some way and were extremely depressed.

Judging from Jiang Ming's situation, the more desperate and painful the child feels, the more terrifying the world behind the door is, and the higher the degree of compatibility with the ghost fetus.

Considering this aspect, the probability of Wu Sheng being possessed by a ghost fetus is not high. His father is really too outstanding.

The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, they cleaned up the tableware, turned off the lights, and sat next to the curtain.

At midnight, a shadow could be vaguely seen behind the curtain, and Chen Ge made a gesture to Wu Jinpeng.

He had a lot of red clothes in his backpack. As soon as he got close, the door would vibrate violently, waking up Wu Sheng, and the door would naturally close.

Chen Ge held on to his backpack tightly, and as Wu Jinpeng moved forward, he suddenly accelerated and pushed open the door.

The door lock trembled, and when Wu Jinpeng came to his senses, Chen Ge had disappeared along with the door.

"Oh my god?! Bro? Where are you?"

…

Chen Ge opened his eyes and saw a dark alley in front of him. There was a faint blood mist in the air and he could faintly hear the sound of teeth grinding.

"Is this the world behind Wu Sheng's door? Why does it look a bit like the old city?"