There are traces of ashes left after burning paper on the road, white circles, black and gray traces, large and small, like a hopscotch game played by children, but it will make people involuntarily avoid it when they are left.

Zhang De avoided the trap-like circles and suddenly remembered that the winter solstice had just passed.

Their family does not have the habit of worshiping ancestors in the winter solstice, and they go to visit the tombs together during the Qingming Festival. However, their father-in-law and mother-in-law would cook paper at the door of their house during the winter solstice, and would also call them to go for supper that day.

When Zhang De thought about this, he had already walked to the entrance of the community.

The lights are on in the security room. The security guard in uniform looks like a retired man. The music played on his mobile phone can be heard outdoors. The neatly arranged surveillance screen is a black and gray community picture, like the circles at the entrance of the community. The scattered light on the screen is the light of street lights.

Zhang De's eyes swept through the surveillance cameras, looked at the dark community, and without much hesitation, he passed through the pedestrian passage.

The main road of the community is a straight road that can accommodate three cars driving side by side, but now both sides have been parked, and most of the space has been taken up, leaving only the width of one lane.

The street lights were inserted on the side of the road, like a loyal soldier, showing some helpless decline.

When Zhang De entered the community, he found that there was almost no greening in the community.

This is not surprising.

In recent years, cities have developed, with more cars and more parking spaces, and many old communities have no underground parking garages, so they can only remove the green belts in the community and expand the roads for community owners to park.

Without trees, flowers and plants, when you look up, the sky in the community has become wider.

The dark night sky was nowhere to be seen, and the moon was blocked by the residential buildings.

The only light in the community is those street lights.

Zhang De thought of this again, paused and turned to look.

He walked for only a dozen meters and passed by a street light on both sides and a sign in the community.

Zhang De turned around and returned to the signboard.

For patients like Xu Hongcai, the hospital will be admitted to the hospital. Even if there is no charge for the time being, they must check their identity. If necessary, they will contact the police and hand over the person to the police. It is not that difficult to check Xu Hongcai's identity. He is just a temporary mental abnormality and quickly recovers his ability to take care of himself. He pays all the fees, so there is no problem. His address information was also filled out afterwards. Zhang De took a look at the information on the medical record when he was checking in the morning.

Building 18…

Zhang De found the house number.

It was strange that it was obviously an unimportant information, but he only glanced at it, but remembered it.

Zhang De felt a little strange again.

He did not go into it, or rather, he entered the community to go into it to investigate it.

He stepped onto the main road of the community again, walked through a street light on each side, and then passed another...

As if he felt something, Zhang De turned around for the second time.

The street lights behind him went out.

The door of the community was illuminated by lights, and the lights in the security room could be seen, but the two street lights that Zhang De had just passed were turned off.

Zhang De thought about it and heard the sound of electric current.

He looked up and the street lights around him flashed twice, as if urging him to move forward quickly.

The strangeness in Zhang De's heart became stronger and stronger.

He continued to walk forward, looking back every time he passed by a street light.

His intuition was not wrong. The street lights went out one by one, just like induction lights, which would go out after people left, saving electricity.

However, these lights are definitely not induction lights.

The weirdness in Zhang De's heart turned into a sense of urgency, and his steps accelerated unconsciously.

The extinguished lamp is chasing behind him...the evil ghost...

Zhang De paused, not sure how many times he turned around.

He took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it behind him.

There is nothing behind me.

If there are really evil ghosts, people will not be able to see them.

Xu Hongcai might have seen it.

Zhang De's mind was in a mess, and his originally calm mood became chaotic and he couldn't figure it out.

Without turning off the phone, he took the phone, shook his hands, and walked forward quickly.

The sound of the lights being out was chasing behind him.

Zhang De's breathing became rapid.

He didn't regret running into this community, he had no time to regret it.

After walking through several residential buildings, Zhang De saw a circle of burning paper at the intersection. It was like a sign, and Zhang De turned around there as if he was guided.

He turned around and the traces on the ground disappeared, but there was an extra figure in the windows of the residential building at the intersection.

Zhang De raised his hand in fear and shone the flash of his phone.

The lights were not on in that family, and there were no people standing behind the windows. The curtains that were pulled were common floral patterns, which did not remind people of their appearance.

However, there was an invisible mark on the window glass, deep and shallow, forming a broken human form.

Zhang De's hand shook, and the light from his cell phone dropped, and the human figure also disappeared in the darkness.

Zhang De didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he turned around and left.

He looked at the residential building beside him, and when he was panting, he found the number sign of Building 18.

When he rushed to the big iron gate and took out the key from his pocket, he remembered that he did not live here.

The one who lives here is Xu Hongcai. Xu Hongcai escaped from here, and he sent a traitor into it.

Zhang De was originally gasping for breath, but now he held his breath.

Click.

A light sound.

Zhang De looked at the big iron gate in front of him.

He reached out and held the door handle. With a little force, he felt the iron door being pulled open by him.

The iron door is not locked.

This is impossible.

The iron door was opened by itself.

This is even more impossible.

Or... the iron door is not locked.

Zhang De thought in a mess in his head, opened the door and entered the residential building.

The iron door closed behind him, and the door lock made a loud noise.

Zhang De was so scared that he was shocked and looked up. The voice-controlled light in the corridor was already on.

The stairs and corridors of residential buildings are very narrow, but very clean, and it seems to be covered with a layer of dust, which has not been cleaned for a long time. It is clean because there are no debris here and there are no advertisements on the walls. As an old community, this can be said to be particularly clean. However, there is no debris at the door of every household, which gives people a sense of loneliness, as if there is no one living here, it is an empty house.

It is indeed like an empty building, without the slightest taste of human life.

Zhang De's footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the voice-controlled lights lit up layer by layer, like an echo, spreading upwards, and then went out from the bottom layer, chasing Zhang De's footsteps.

Zhang De recalled the information filled in by Xu Hongcai. The crooked and trembling handwriting was easy to identify: Room 501, Building 18...

Zhang De climbed to the fifth floor, his breath was uneven and his feet were a little weak. He grabbed the handrail of the stairs and almost supported his body with the handrail.

He looked for the door number of 501 and walked to the end of the corridor.

The wind blows down from the top of the head.

Zhang De looked up and saw the skylight leading to the roof of the building open, and he could see the dark night sky outside.

Zhang De looked at the big hole in shock and subconsciously took a step back.

He only took a step back, and then took another step like a devil, stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab the sky outside.

He naturally caught a short time.

He was not discouraged and looked around, but couldn't find anything to step on.

His eyes fell on Room 501.

The door of Room 501 is closed.

Zhang De remembered the iron door downstairs and reached out to hold the door handle.

Sure enough, the door was not locked.

Zhang De didn't think much about it, and opened the door and went in.

There was no light in the room, and there was no one looking. The curtains in the room were tightly tactile and there was no trace of light.

The mobile phone held in Zhang De's hand became the only light source here.

He raised his hand and shone the light of his phone forward.

The living room is covered with marble, not the wooden floors used for most home decoration. The leather sofa style also looks very "retro". Also "retro" are coffee tables placed in the middle and TV cabinets against the wall. The TV is Shixin smart TVs, thin TV screens, which only occupy a small space for the TV cabinet. The dining room and living room are together, with a small dining table and two wooden chairs squeezing in the corner of the room, which is incompatible with the atmospheric sofas, coffee tables and TV cabinets.

Zhang De walked forward and directly carried one of the wooden chairs.

He was about to walk out, when the light of his cell phone flashed across the TV and projected irregular shadows on the wall.

Zhang De stopped his steps and stared at the wall with wide eyes.

The square shadows that originally belonged to TV now stretched out their limbs, as if something invisible was hidden behind the TV, and only after being shined by the light did it reveal its true form.

Zhang De was so scared that he quickly turned around, hugged the chair and ran out.
To be continued...