I was followed by my neighbor.

I took in a stray cat with a wire and almost got into a romantic debt (see my last article "I was imprisoned by my cat" for details), so I moved.

Moving to this old community gives me some headaches. If it weren't for being close to work, I wouldn't rent such a shabby little building, which is seven stories high, but there is no elevator. The wooden floor creaks, and I seldom see anyone walking. I suspect that I live alone in the whole building.

Worst of all, I often hear banging and stamping upstairs in the middle of the night. At first, I thought someone was skipping rope, but later I occasionally heard groans and gasps like women. I often think that the neighbors upstairs are too excited to jump rope.

At first, life was monotonous. Besides work, I hide in my room as soon as I get home. Occasionally I will meet a neighbor in the corridor, and the problem lies with this neighbor.

I didn't pay attention at first, but when I suddenly realized this problem, I was a little confused. I suddenly found that it seemed that there would be a person behind me every day when I went downstairs. It is reasonable to say that someone is normal, but when I recall it, I suddenly find a rule: it seems to be the same person, at least the clothes, pants and shoes are the same.

Sometimes memories are not allowed, maybe I am too sensitive, but after a few days of conscious observation, I found one thing: I can be 100% sure, not that I am sensitive, but that I am eccentric.

It's like a red Toyota passing downstairs at 8 o'clock every day, but because you didn't pay special attention, you didn't find this rule in the cars coming and going. However, when you start to observe this matter, you will easily see this rule.

Whenever I walk downstairs, I will follow this man not far behind. However, this does not prove that this person must be following me, it is just a coincidence, so I decided to give it a try.

One night, I was a little hungry, so I went downstairs to buy instant noodles. A few floors down, the mysterious man appeared behind me, not far from me. He is always separated from me by a corner, which means I can never look back at him clearly, but I can feel him following me and keeping the same pace with me.

I suddenly stepped up and hurried down to the first floor. I can hear the footsteps behind me getting heavier and heavier, and obviously he has stepped up his steps.

I bought instant noodles downstairs and will be back soon. I quickly went upstairs, closed the door and calmed down. I observed the situation outside through the cat's eye:

Then I went out of the house and went downstairs again. At that time, I went downstairs slowly, my steps were a little slow and dignified, even my heart was pounding, because I was doing an experiment: if it was a coincidence that someone walked behind me when I went downstairs just now, then if that person followed me in such a short time, it could not be attributed to coincidence, and it was almost certain that she was following me.

Dark and dilapidated buildings, dim sound control lights and some broken ones, I stamped my feet as I walked. In order not to let the voice control light go out, when you realize that there is someone not far behind you, the thumping and stamping sound is extremely harsh, and I can feel my hands shaking and my feet numb.

My heart seems to have reached its limit, and every step is heavy. I decided to stop quietly on the fourth floor, and then I turned to look over.

The people behind obviously didn't realize that I would stop. He turned a corner between the fifth floor and the fourth floor, and was about to continue when he found that I had stopped, and he froze.

When he was dumbfounded, I looked up at him: brown leather shoes, black pants, navy hooded suit and a hat on his head. ...

Look at the posture. It is a man with his head down. When I looked up again to see his face clearly, the damn voice control light went out.

I was very nervous in my heart, so I asked loudly, on the one hand, to make the voice control light turn on again, on the other hand, I thought it would be better to go up and ask the truth instead of being followed like this every day.

To my surprise, however, he didn't answer, but turned and ran upstairs when the light went out.

There must be something wrong!

I didn't think much about this, so I did it.

He was so fast that I could still see his back on the fifth floor, but when I chased him to the seventh floor, that is, the top floor, I suddenly found that he was gone.

I stopped breathing and thought: This is a seven-story building. There are two households on the first floor 1-5, and there are large households on the sixth and seventh floors. One household on the first floor is my home. According to the situation just now, there can only be one explanation: he entered the house on the seventh floor.

I've never dealt with my neighbors upstairs before, but now that I'm here, I've decided to find out.

I walked nervously to the door, and the voice control light on the seventh floor was broken. By the faint light downstairs, I saw his door closed, and a beautifully carved mirror hung above the door, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

I knocked on the door a few times, and after a long time, when I almost thought no one was there, the door gently opened a small crack.

The light in the room is dim, too, but I can still see her clearly: she is about 70 years old, with almost all white hair and wrinkled face.

The old lady squinted at me and then asked without expression, who are you looking for?

"I ... I" didn't know how to describe it at the moment, and I stammered.

"Who are you looking for?" She asked slowly again, still expressionless.

"I want to find a man in black pants, blue clothes and a hat. Is he there? "

"There is no such person!" The old lady said coldly.

"Really not? Do you live here alone? " I asked.

The old lady didn't speak. She gave me a look and closed the door slowly.

I'm a little angry and ready to leave.

At this moment, the door opened again, and the old lady's face appeared again, but this time with a meaningful smile, she squinted and said to me-

"Oh, no, no, thank you!" I stammered, "I'll go first!"

I quickly turned and went downstairs, opened the door and entered my room. As soon as I got home, I felt my back soaked. For the first time, I know that a smile can be so terrible.

It's terrible. I was warmly invited, but I was afraid to go in, even one step. Although I also found some problems: the old lady should not live alone, because I saw a pair of brown men's leather shoes in front of her house.

However, I later took time to observe the movement upstairs in the cat's eye. The old lady seldom goes downstairs, and occasionally going downstairs to buy food is also the weight of one person. I have never seen a person go downstairs and upstairs. There seems to be no result, but fortunately, when I went downstairs again in the next few days, I never met the man who followed me again.

However, living with such an eccentric neighbor upstairs often makes people unable to sleep. During that time, I often imagined that there were two people living upstairs, an eccentric old lady and an invisible man, so that I was always awakened by dreams.

Are there thieves in the house? I thought to myself, but my body didn't move. Know yourself and yourself, and you will be invincible. I don't want to disturb the thief being covered up.

I listened attentively, and it turned out that someone was rummaging through things at home. Although it is very light, I can still hear it in the silent night. I was thinking about what to do when I heard footsteps coming slowly towards me from far and near. I quickly closed my eyes.

Although I can't see, I can feel the man near my bed, as if he were leaning over me. I don't know how close he is to my face, but I can clearly feel his breath blowing on my face. At that moment, my heart must be pounding and my breathing was heavy. I don't know if he can feel it, but I still pretend to be asleep and even snore slightly.

I don't think he noticed, because I felt his face at a distance, and he took a few steps beside my bed. He didn't go, but sat next to my arm.

I don't know what he wants to do, maybe he is resting, maybe he is thinking. But I'm so nervous that my back and sheets are soaked with sweat. Although it is only a few minutes, I feel that half a century has passed.

Finally, he stood up and listened to his footsteps. He was ready to leave. I heard him open the door and go out. I still haven't moved. I lay in bed for half an hour, then opened my eyes, turned to look around to make sure there was no sound, and then quickly got up and rushed to the door to lock it. Then I turned on all the lights and had a brief check. There were indeed signs of being abducted at home, and then I did not hesitate to call the police.

I really haven't lost anything. If it weren't for the trace of something being turned over, I even suspected that everything was just a dream, because even the door didn't have the slightest trace of being pried open.

But I certainly can't sleep. First, I will sit on the bed and clear my brain. Then I will turn on the computer and play games. Anyway, I don't have to work tomorrow weekend, so I'll play all night.

The next day, I still played all day. I was so tired that I fell asleep. It was a very sweet sleep, but when I woke up, there was still no reply from the police. It is estimated that the case is not easy to solve, but for me, although there is nothing to lose, it is a heart disease. If I don't get rid of it for a day, it's hard to have a good sleep.

I decided to investigate it myself, and I'd better start with the strange neighbors upstairs. I saw the old lady go downstairs through the cat's eye, and rushed up when she was far away. Then I tried to knock at the door, so that if someone was there, I wouldn't be unable to explain.

After listening for a while, I saw that there was no answer and no movement, so I took out my crime tools and easily opened her door. Don't ask me how I did it. There is something called network video.

I closed the door and crept in. In order not to leave fingerprints, my fingers are covered with tape. I looked around: if I hadn't seen the old lady go out with my own eyes, I couldn't imagine that anyone had lived here.

The whole room seems lifeless, and some areas are even covered with dust, which looks as if it has not been touched for a long time. I simply rummaged through drawers and other places and found nothing special. There are no men's clothes in the closet, not even the clothes of the old lady. Even the brown men's leather shoes I saw at the door last time are gone.

Just when I thought I would get nothing, a strange curtain in the bedroom caught my attention. It's an ordinary curtain, nothing special, but it divides the bedroom into two parts, that is to say, if you don't open the curtain on one side of the bedroom, you can't see the situation there.

The moment the curtain was opened, I was shocked and even shouted a voice.

On a narrow bed, there were three naked boys curled up.

I don't know if you've ever felt this way. When a scene breaks through your imagination and comes so suddenly, you can't help crying, and even have a feeling that urine comes out of your bladder.

I really made a noise at that time, and it was loud, but my voice didn't make the three boys lying in bed move. Is it dead?

Although the scene I saw was particularly strange, if it was really three bodies, I could naturally call the police, and it is estimated that the problem of keeping me awake would be solved.

I tried to suppress my fears, leaned down and probed under their noses. I felt the uniform heat, as if they were asleep.

But I just walked around the house, and when I was so close to them, I let out a cry. They have no reason not to wake up. It's impossible for all three of them to sleep like this.

I ran downstairs quickly, then closed the door and sat at the table panting. Looking back just now, it was really creepy and I felt a little thirsty.

Picking up half a glass of water on the table, I drank it in one breath. Hardly had I put the cup on the table when my hand stopped and I froze.

Because I suddenly remembered one thing, that is, when I left, there was a full glass of water on the table, and when I just picked it up and drank it, there was only half a glass of water left!

If it's not a full glass of water, maybe I remember it wrong, but the difference between a full glass of water and a half glass of water just now is obvious. There are no outsiders at home, even if it evaporates, it will not be so much less.

Someone must have drunk half a glass of water, and this person may still be in my house!

What scares me most is that I've been thinking about it, believing that the man who followed me in the corridor ended up hiding on the seventh floor, but I neglected that he could also hide in my home on the sixth floor, and he was always there.

I almost went crazy with fear at the thought of this. I picked up the empty wine bottle on the table to defend myself and began to search all the rooms. I must make sure that there is no one else in the room now.

When I looked everywhere I could hide, I still found nothing. Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on my bed.

I slowly leaned over and looked under the bed. A black suitcase that doesn't belong to me appears under my bed.

I leaned over carefully and poked at the bottle in my hand, but there was no response. I reached out and pulled it out. This box is much heavier than I expected, and it took me a lot of effort to pull it out.

In the light, I walked around this sudden black suitcase and observed it carefully. The suitcase is nothing special, just like the suitcase with wheels we usually see, but I'm sure it's not mine, and there wasn't this suitcase under the bed before I moved here.

I kicked the box with my foot, but nothing happened, so I squatted down and unzipped the box a little. ...

There is a man in the box!

Who would have thought that a grown man was curled up in such a small suitcase?

When the box was opened, he curled up like a baby and seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed. He was dressed like the man who followed me in the corridor.

When I was scared out of my wits, he seemed to be awakened by me. He opened his eyes and looked at me blankly, then stood up slowly and came out of the box.

I can even hear the creaking of his bones. It's like the box was originally a specimen, and then it suddenly came to life.

Seeing him coming towards me, I stood up in fear, trying to escape, but I felt the footsteps were extremely heavy and the air seemed to freeze. I can't walk another step. It's like walking in the mud. I even saw the soil around me rising and soon reached my waist.

Although the man behind me walks slowly, he is getting closer and closer to me. I can't walk, but I know it. My head is sweating and my teeth are chattering.

My stiff arm probably lost consciousness, and the glass bottle in my hand suddenly fell out of my hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor.

With the sound of crisp glass falling to the ground, I seemed to regain consciousness at once, and the mud around me slowly disappeared. I even heard a woman's voice: "Not him, forget it!"

I don't remember what happened afterwards. There seems to be a fragment in my brain. When I looked at the scene again, I was the only one in the room. The box is gone, and so is the person. If it weren't for those scattered glasses, I really thought I was dreaming just now.

I should not have the habit of sleepwalking. Everything before should be true. In retrospect, it was a terrible thing. Because I don't know when this man hid in my room or how long he lived with me. Even I think I pretended to be asleep after I found him that night, and then I called the police. He knew everything, even didn't leave, and still hid under the bed. I'm like a fool in the dark.

Thought of here, I felt the fear I had never felt before, just like you were the only one on the whole earth, and then there was a knock at the door. Looks like I can't sleep again tonight. I made sure that the doors and windows were closed again, and then I silently swept away the broken glass on the ground. Then I curled up in the corner with a kitchen knife until dawn.

I can't escape, because I have no relatives in this city. I don't want to worry my parents who are thousands of miles away, and I won't call them. I have to face it alone. I have encountered many things over the years, and I think I can solve them by myself.

The next day, I got up the courage to go up to the seventh floor again and wanted to ask the old lady directly to see what I could get. But my hands were sore when I knocked at the door, and the door still didn't open. Just as I was going downstairs, there happened to be an aunt cleaning, which should be the cleaning of the community.

"Young man, stop knocking, no one lives there!" Aunt kindly said to me.

"Nobody lives? How can it be? I saw an old lady yesterday! ? "I'm a little surprised to ask.

Aunt gave me a white look: "You are dizzy, no one has lived for many years!" " "

That aunt, after a few casual sweeps, ignored me and turned around and went downstairs.

It suddenly occurred to me: I thought I heard a woman's voice say, "It's not him! Forget it! "

Are these strange things happening around me not aimed at me, but mistook one for another?

I subconsciously asked my aunt, "Do you know who was the tenant before the sixth floor here?"

"Then who knows, you can go to the property to check!"

In the property, I used two packs of cigarettes and easily found out the name of the original tenant of the house where I live now, called Zhu Guangyin. Even that person enthusiastically told me that Zhu Guangyin might have moved to a suburb called Xinxin Homeland.

I followed the trail and found this old man named Zhu Guangyin after several inquiries. After listening to my story through the door, he thought about it and let me in.

His house is very humble, and it looks like he lives alone. Although it was daytime, the curtains were closed and the light in the room was very dark.

Although I have a lot of questions to ask him, he began to speak before I could speak, and as soon as his first sentence came out, I never interrupted him again, just quietly opened my mouth and listened-

No matter what I told you or what you experienced, you will still feel like a dream, unreal and unwilling to believe it!

But how many things in the world can you see clearly? What is it in the dream and what is it when you wake up?

You think you wake up, then eat, go to work, sleep, and wake up ... you've lived like this all your life, maybe you've been dreaming and never woke up.

Besides normal people like you, there are many kinds of people in this world. You have no intersection, and you may never know their existence.

And you happen to be taken as me and involved in this matter!

That old lady is a hypnotist, not the kind of hypnotist who performs magic or looks at mental illness openly. It's a world you don't know, a career you don't know. You saw that the person who followed you was hypnotized by her, and all three children in her room were raised by her, because hypnotized people are usually raised from childhood. Through constant running-in and training, we can achieve the purpose of close hypnosis and control, and some even achieve the effect of conscious awareness.

The old woman controlled the hypnotist to follow you and searched your room. In fact, she wants to find something very important that I left there. The reason why she has been afraid to lay hands on you publicly is because she thinks you are me. Although she has never seen me, she has heard my name, so she dare not make a move.

Later, through your contact several times, she seems to realize that you are not as profound as you thought. Plus, you found her hypnotist hiding under your bed, so she simply continued to fight you head-on. Your body was out of control, and all she saw was mud. All this was the result of her hypnosis.

Thanks to the water bottle that fell on the ground, you are alive. That crunchy sound brought your consciousness back, but it doesn't mean that the old woman can't hypnotize you any more or directly launch a hypnotist to hurt you, but she found that you didn't resist at all in the process of hypnotizing you, so she assumed that she mistook you for someone else and she kindly let you go.

Zhu Laotou smiled and looked at me, but I grew up and remained silent for a long time. After a long silence, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked curiously, "What do you do?"

"Theory of age, I am much bigger than your grandpa! Well, my hometown is in a little-known place in the mountains, and my people basically don't contact with the outside, because we have a task handed down from generation to generation to complete there, but these have nothing to do with you. There are many things you don't know in this world, young man. Remember, curiosity dies quickly! "

The amount of information is too large to digest for a while, so we have to "Oh!" Nodded his head. Then I remembered something, and then I asked him, "You have what that old woman is looking for, so she won't look for me, will she?"

Lao Zhu proudly said, "I'm not afraid to tell you that this is a stone with relatively large energy, which is very important to our people and helps the old woman improve her hypnosis, so she wants to keep it for herself." But I'm not used to it. In fact, it is still hidden in the house where you live! "

I was a little surprised and scared to hear him say that. What surprised me was where the old man Zhu hid his things, and why the old woman and I searched all over but couldn't find them. I am afraid that such a stone that everyone wants is in my house, and I feel like sleeping with a bomb.

After listening to the place where the old man Zhu told me about the hidden stone, I suddenly had a feeling. This place is a good idea. Everyone has it at home, but no one can think of it, so that I have kept it at home for many years and have never found it.

When I woke up naturally, I was a little confused. I clearly remember sleeping in bed, but I don't know why I woke up and found myself lying on the ground. At my hand, scattered glass fragments make me feel familiar and unfamiliar.

I said I was familiar with it, because it was a broken glass bottle that I dropped on the ground. It's strange, because I clearly remember that night I swept them up and threw them into the trash can. Why are they still here?

I quickly stood up and ran to the trash can to check. The trash can was empty, so I turned to look at the broken glass on the ground. I'm a little confused: what's the matter, have I lost my memory?

I opened the door and ran upstairs, banging on the door on the seventh floor, and my hands were sore.

"Young man, stop knocking, no one lives there!" A cleaning aunt with a broom said to me.

Familiar dialogue, familiar scene, can't tell whether it's a dream or a wake-up.

So I subconsciously asked, "Do you know who was the tenant before the sixth floor here?"

"An old man named Zhu!"

I was stunned, which was different from my memory, but it was true.

But her next sentence made my heart fall into the cold bottom again-

For a while, I was really in a trance. I don't know which ones are dreams and which ones are real. I'm not even sure if I'm awake or still dreaming.

At this moment, I am a little broken and tired. I was not impatient and crazy, but calmly walked downstairs and into the room. I really found a stone that looked very special where I hid it in my memory.

Holding this stone in my hand, I can feel that the heat it gives off seems to be something special. It spread all over my body along my hand, and then turned around in my mind, and the warm current gathered in the past.

The figure of pig head seems to appear in front of my eyes. He still smiled and said to me: "Young man, bring it, it's time to take it away!" " "

I found a piece of cloth, wrapped the stone, put it in my bag, locked the door and went downstairs to the cemetery in Houshan.

After a long turn, I finally found Zhu Guangyin's tombstone. I didn't say anything, and I didn't even dare to look at the photos on it. I just quickly took the stone out of my bag, put it in front of his grave, turned around and left.

Although I have a lot of puzzles and doubts, although I went to the property again, I couldn't find the person who told me Zhu Laotou's address at the beginning. The property also said that Zhu Laotou did die three years ago. However, after I put the stone away, I didn't think about these problems again, and I didn't have the courage to go to Xinxin's house to find the old man Zhu I had met.

I hope I can forget my past memories in the years. I still live an ordinary life. I continued to live in that house for four years until I got married and moved away.

One thing is certain, that is, from the moment I sent the stone out, it seems that all the strange things have gone away from me.