Once upon a time, there was a man. Once when I was helping someone move, I accidentally found a painting in the attic. The painting is of the scenery of the back garden. It is very old. Now the family no longer lives in this house, but the scenery is still the same. He noticed that the old maple tree on the painting looked strange. All leaves point toward one spot on the ground. The man was careful and hid the painting. He wondered if something was buried in it.
One night, he found an opportunity to sneak in and dig quietly. Sure enough, a jar was dug out. The jar was heavy and very heavy. He quickly took it home and opened the jar. As he imagined, there were large chunks of gold inside. He took out gold and jewelry and jade. He was so happy that he took out everything. At this time, I saw the bottom of the jar, with bright red words written on it: "Give me back my money!"; the strokes were very ferocious.
The man was startled, but thinking about it, the owner must have written it down deliberately in advance because he was afraid of being stolen. To be on the safe side, he left this place far away and came to Shanghai. I bought a small bungalow in the suburbs of Jiading and prepared to start living a comfortable life. After a few days, the house was decorated. He was lying in bed at night, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard footsteps, slowly approaching from far away, and he was walking upstairs. Strange, why didn't you hear the tourists knocking on the door? How did this person get in?
He began to feel scared, but the footsteps stopped when they reached the door. Look at the clock at this time, it's exactly 12 o'clock. The next day he looked at the door and found it was locked. How strange! Is it an illusion? But when I turned around, I saw a line of dark footprints on the ground! ! ! All the way to the second floor. So he strengthened preventive measures and installed large iron gates. But I couldn't sleep at night. The relationship was too tense. Looking at the clock helplessly, it was 11:59, and footsteps sounded again, approaching from far away, walking upstairs step by step. By 12 o'clock, everything was quiet again. The man couldn't stand it anymore, and he began to regret that he should not have bought such a big house, leaving him alone. So he posted an advertisement outside and rented it out at a price so cheap that it was almost free. I want to find someone to live with him. Sure enough, a very strong young man came, full of vigor, which made him feel relieved.
Oddly enough, after someone moved in, the footsteps disappeared. After dinner that night, the two of them were watching women's football in the room. At 12 o'clock, the tenant said he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed. Did this person say you don't want to take a shower? He seemed very tired and said, "I won't wash anymore." Then he lay down on the bed coldly. This person thought that young people just don't like to be clean. So he went to take a shower. As soon as he brushed his teeth, he felt water on the ground. He looked down and saw blood - blood all over the floor, flowing from the bathtub. He opened the curtain and saw that the tenant was lying in the bathtub, his head tilted to one side, dead.
What's going on? The tenant died here, so who is that in the bedroom...? ? ? He didn't dare to think about it anymore, but at this moment, the long-lost footsteps sounded again, walking slowly from the direction of the bedroom. Through the frosted glass, he seemed to see the figure of the tenant, with his hands hanging on his chest as if they were broken. He was so frightened that he took out everything he could get, placed it at the door, and blocked the bathroom door. My heart was still pounding.
At this time, he heard footsteps coming from behind again, and he seemed to feel someone standing up behind him. He didn't dare to look back, but he saw the mirror. The supposedly dead tenant in the mirror has now stood up, his head still hanging on his chest, and his hands stretched out. He wanted to run, but the door was blocked by him. There was only him and one other person in the small bathroom.
The next day, the owner of the house was found dead in the bathroom
