Two o'clock in the afternoon.
After I finished delivering all the packages, I had a simple lunch at home, and then, just like my great-uncle, I lay down on a chair and tried to take a nap.
But I wasn't sleepy at all. I kept rocking back and forth, and I felt so dizzy I wanted to vomit.
I sat up from the chair, intending to go back to the courier station hut and take a nap.
When I got back to the courier station, it was already 3 p.m.
I couldn't fall asleep after lying down for a while, so I went for a walk. I was thinking about quitting my job and staying home for a while, but then I suddenly remembered what An Lili had said.
Huang Haitao, the owner of the courier station, is actually a very nice person. Back when I couldn't find a high-paying job, he was the one who hired me, saying that as long as I was willing to work hard, earning four or five thousand a month was not a dream.
He wasn't lying; he could indeed earn four or five thousand yuan a year by working hard, but he only ever reached that amount during peak online shopping seasons.
During holidays and festivals, Huang Haitao would send us big red envelopes in the group chat, and occasionally he would also pay for us to have a meal together.
After much thought, I've decided not to quit for now. If Huang Haitao really fires me, I'll accept it. It'll be a good excuse to comfort myself, not to overwork myself, and to take a good rest. My birthday isn't far off anyway, and it's hard to say whether I can get through it.
I was so engrossed in what I was thinking that I didn't even see the brick right under my feet, and I kicked it.
I gasped in pain and squatted down, gripping my big toe tightly.
A large black patch has formed on my toenail; I estimate I'll have to replace it in a month or so.
I squatted down for a while, holding my toes, before the pain slowly subsided.
I picked up the brick from the ground and turned to throw it against the wall.
But before I could even throw it, the scene before me stunned me.
How did I end up here again without even realizing it?
The small house in front of us is the one behind the courier station, next to the wall.
It was broad daylight, so I wasn't too scared. But when I looked at the big brass lock on the wooden door, my expression changed instantly. Where was the brass lock on the wooden door?
The large brass lock that used to hang on the wooden door is gone. It was always in good condition, so how could it have disappeared?
Could it be that An Lili opened the lock?
Has anything come out yet?
I didn't even realize that the brick I was holding above my head had fallen behind me. Cold sweat had broken out on my forehead, and my whole body was covered in goosebumps as I started to back away.
But I tripped over the brick I had just stepped on and fell to the ground with a thud. I didn’t feel any pain at all and was about to get up and run away.
But just then...
"Creak!"
The old wooden door slowly opened from the inside. I was so frightened that my hands and feet went weak, and I couldn't even get up and run away.
It's over.
I stared wide-eyed at the wooden door that was slowly opening.
I couldn't imagine what terrifying things I would see in a moment, completely forgetting that it was broad daylight.
Time seemed to fly by at this moment, yet it was also so agonizing. The wooden door was already half open, and I really wanted not to look at the scene inside, but I was so scared that my whole body went limp. What could I change if I didn't look?
Finally, when the wooden door was two-thirds open, a small, dark head poked out. My pupils contracted sharply, but when I saw what the little head looked like, my tense heart relaxed a little.
Damn it, it was that little beast, the Yinling Cat.
But how did it get here? Did it push the door open?
Although the ghost cat is not a good thing, it doesn't harm people, so I'm not too afraid of it. The only thing is that its cries are creepy at night.
At this moment, what I care more about is what's inside the cabin.
I shifted my gaze from the ghost cat and looked into the small house. At first, due to the sunlight and the dim lighting inside, I couldn't see the scene clearly.
After my eyes adjusted slightly, the scene before me sent chills down my spine.
Looking into the room from my position, I saw that it was covered in dust, with a stool in the middle and an old ceiling fan on the ceiling. What horrified me most was that there was a hemp rope hanging from the ceiling fan, about the thickness of an index finger. One end of the rope was tied to the rod of the ceiling fan, and the other end was hanging above the stool. The end of the rope was tied with a loose knot, about the width of a human head.
If I still can't figure out what this rope is for at this moment, I'd be a complete idiot.
Isn't this the one Fang Lei used to hang himself?
Whether it was an illusion or a gust of wind, the hemp rope that had been hanging there quietly suddenly began to sway, as if another person was hanging on it, gently swinging.
A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly looked down, not daring to look at the rope. But then I saw something on the ground to the left of the hut that made me shudder.
I've seen this before. Someone threw it at the door of my little room. I even kicked it open back then. How did it end up here?
No, this morning I kicked away a left shoe, but the one on the ground in front of me is a right shoe with a plastic name tag on its worn-out surface. It's clearly a pair with the one I kicked away today.
My face turned pale, my mouth started trembling, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably. Although it was broad daylight, I felt as cold and gloomy as if I were in a cave.
It's obvious these shoes belong to the person who hanged themselves.
I trembled, not daring to look at the shoes on the ground. My gaze continued to move to the left, but what was there made me shiver again.
To the left of the cabin was a wooden bed, or rather, only half of it was visible. On the bed was a linen-gray quilt. What terrified me most was that the quilt was bulging, as if someone was lying inside it—no, to be precise, a corpse was lying inside.
From my perspective, I didn't see the head of the bed, but I did see the foot of the bed. There were two small bulges at the foot of the blanket, which were the toes of the corpse sticking up after it stiffened.
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I suddenly felt as if the blanket had moved, as if something inside the blanket was turning over and looking at me.
I was so scared that I didn't dare to look at the bed. Cold sweat rolled down my forehead, and my whole body was trembling violently.
I kept thinking to myself, "It's over, it's over. This vicious and filthy thing that Old Li mentioned is going to drag me in and kill me."
Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket, followed by a ringtone, which startled my wildly beating heart, making it freeze as if it were about to stop beating.
I shakily pulled out my phone and saw that it was Zhong Lingui calling. I was about to answer when I suddenly realized that I could move my hand again.
I didn't have time to answer the phone. I quickly rolled over, bent over, and with my legs pushing off the ground, one hand supporting me on the ground and the other still holding the vibrating phone, I ran outside like a big yellow dog with an injured front leg.
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