His scalp was tingling, and Chen Ge didn't dare to turn around. His head was dizzy and he was worried that he would say something taboo and be killed by the other party.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Twenty years ago, there was a door in Jiangyuan Community that was about to be opened. No one knew where it was, only that it was in the community. Later, when the community was rebuilt, the door was still not closed. Negative emotions continued to escape from the door, attracting passing evil spirits and ghosts. Those poor people you just met gathered here because of that door. I was also lucky enough to become a red-clothed person because of that door."

"If you say so, then that door might really be related to me." Chen Ge answered carefully: "I have forgotten a lot of things, so I am not sure about many things. If you can give me some more hints, maybe I can remember something."

"It was a door that was half-opened. It was the first time I saw a door like that. It was like a person who was desperate enough to push the door open and suddenly got redemption." The skinny hand slowly exerted force, and the voice of the man in red rang in Chen Ge's ears: "People can only push the door open when they are most desperate. The despair that can be redeemed cannot be called the deepest despair at all."

Chen Ge wrote down every word of the man in red. He might not understand these things now, but as the investigation deepened, he might understand the deeper meaning of them someday.

"I really can't remember. Have you entered that door? What's inside?" Chen Ge began to ask questions actively. Perhaps because he had seen too many people in red clothes, the fear in his heart quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a feeling of chatting with an acquaintance.

"You want to know what's inside the door?" A skinny hand pressed down Chen Ge's neck: "Didn't you already see it just now?"

"Me? Have seen it?" Chen Ge's eyes widened: "The fourteenth floor? Inside the door is my old home?"

"Yes, that was your home before, but it's mine now." The skinny fingers pierced into Chen Ge's neck like a knife. "I helped you push the door open, but I couldn't become the one who pushed the door. I thought about it for a long time before I figured it out. Maybe it's because the real one who pushed the door is still alive. Only by killing that one can I truly control the door."

"Calm down first. I just thought about it carefully. I actually have nothing to do with that door. Really! How could someone like me who loves life and is cheerful and easy-going be so desperate as to push the door?"

"But when you appeared, the door opened by itself, and a sound I had never heard before came from inside the door." The man in red held on tighter and tighter.

"Okay, I can't deny the relationship between me and the door, but I really wasn't the one who pushed the door open. If you want to find the person who pushed the door open, I can help you find him." Chen Ge pointed to the edge of the building: "You should have seen it just now. The child who was pushed down from the building was the real person who pushed the door open. I'm also looking for him."

"You can't fool me. The scene behind the door is woven according to the memory of the person who pushed the door. The sound you heard on the fourteenth floor and the scene you saw on the roof are all things deep in your memory. Those are all your own memories, so you are so involved in them." The unintentional words of the man in red awakened Chen Ge.

A flash of light seemed to flash through his mind: "Memory?"

Things that should have been forgotten were accidentally preserved through the door. Although those scenes were desperate, they were indeed memories of the past.

"I think I understand a little bit." Chen Ge's pupils slowly shrank: "The blood-red city contains one scene after another, and each scene is opened by the door pusher. Those scenes are woven from the door pusher's desperate memories. Just now, the young me on the rooftop said that memories appear because of people, but people have forgotten them. Will memories be angry? People, ghosts, memories, obsessions..."

"Have you finished your last words?"

"Wait!" Hearing the red-clothed man's voice, Chen Ge was like a cat that had its foot stepped on: "You saw the scene just now. Memories can't lie. The real door-pusher was pushed down from the roof by the doctor. He died a long time ago. The reason why you didn't become the door-pusher may be because his obsession has not completely dissipated."

Chen Ge's words did make sense, but it was still difficult to convince Hong Yi: "I know that no matter how much I say, it will be useless. I will not make any empty promises to you. I just hope you can give me a few days. I will help you find the real person who pushed the door."

The man in red behind him didn't say anything, so Chen Ge immediately added, "If a few days is too long for you, how about we agree on 24 hours? I have to go home to confirm some things. If you are really worried, you can go with me. You can stand in my shadow and keep an eye on me all the time. My life is in your hands."

The pain in the neck eased a little, and the man in red seemed to be moved, but he didn't say anything.

After a few minutes of silence, Chen Ge seemed to have given up. He raised his hand silently: "Okay, it seems that you are unwilling to let me go, so can I make one last small request?"

"explain."

"Give me a few minutes, I want to call the police. I promised that girl in the corridor that I would help her find the murderer. Now I can't do it, but I want to at least leave her hope and not let her suffer alone." Chen Ge slowly took out his mobile phone, but the man in red behind him fell silent.

After a long time, the skinny hand on his neck loosened: "Three days, three days later at two o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you on the fourteenth floor."

The feeling of oppression gradually disappeared, the iron door leading to the rooftop on the 17th floor was closed heavily, and everything around returned to normal.

“Plop!”

Chen Ge stood there without moving. The white cat on his shoulder couldn't bear it anymore.

Maybe because it maintained the same posture for too long, the white cat jumped to the ground unnaturally. Its body seemed to be frozen, and it walked with a limp. It took a while to return to normal.

Seeing that the white cat dared to move, Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground leaning against the wall.

"You are such a coward! The evil spirit is already on my shoulder, you could at least rub against me and give me a heads up!"

"Meow?!"

The white cat was also furious when he saw Chen Ge, and started barking around him, as if to say, "Why don't you try standing shoulder to shoulder with the red-clothed man?"

After the man and the cat played around for a while, Chen Ge regained some strength. He put on his coat again and huddled in a corner on the roof holding the white cat.

It was impossible to go back the same way, and taking the elevator also had psychological effects, so Chen Ge decided to wait until daybreak before going downstairs.

"I was scared to death tonight. After dawn, I must go to the virtual future park to relax..."