Chapter 654 Blessing

"No one lives there?" The writer was stunned. "Then what's the knocking sound I heard?"

"I don't know about that." The old lady rummaged through the bunch of keys she carried with her for a long time before taking out a brass key and handed it to him, saying, "This is the key to the room next door. If you don't believe me, go and see."

Seeing the old lady's confident look, the writer didn't know what to say. When he came back at night, he reached into his pocket to take out the keys and actually took out two keys.

He immediately recognized that the old-style brass key was the one the landlady gave him this morning, saying it was for the next room.

He slowly shifted his gaze and looked at the door not far away. Suddenly, a strong attraction was bewitching him, as if someone whispered in his ear, driving him to open the door.

So the writer immediately threw away the brass key, threw it far away, and then used his own key to open the door of his room, and then quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Something is wrong here. I'll move out tomorrow." The writer said to himself in his heart.

In the interval of writing a book at night, he suddenly remembered that tomorrow was his good friend's birthday, so he turned on the computer camera and recorded a blessing video in the study.

After setting it to be sent on time at 12 o'clock, the writer yawned and went back to the bedroom to rest.

He seemed to have a problem with his body in recent days. His back and waist were sore, especially his shoulders, which seemed to be dislocated and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by a shrill phone ring. He took the phone in a daze, and as soon as he answered it, he heard a friend's voice on the other side.

It was the friend who was having a birthday.

Before he could open his mouth to wish him a happy birthday, the other side began to complain about him in a complaining tone. It sounded not only unhappy, but also full of anger, and he even heard a hint of fear.

"Why are you sending something like this in the middle of the night?" The friend asked with a heavy breath: "I know you write a supernatural novel, but you can't joke like this, you know?"

The writer was confused by the question, "What did I send?"

He really just recorded a simple blessing video.

"You are still playing dumb with me. Come, I will send it to you and you can watch it yourself." The friend said, "I tell you, I just dragged my girlfriend to watch it together. Now she is arguing with me to break up. You can do whatever you want!"

Not long after that, a video was uploaded to his mobile phone. The writer clicked to play. The video started with the writer sitting in front of the computer in the study, saying old-fashioned blessings.

But just 10 seconds later, suddenly, the writer's pupils paused, and he saw a black shadow on the wall behind him.

But it was definitely not his shadow!

His shadow also remained on the wall, and the position of that shadow was much higher than him.

As the video progressed, a terrible scene happened. The shadow actually began to sway slowly, but it was not an ordinary left and right sway, but a swing like a pendulum.

As the black shadow swung to the highest point, a familiar sound came from the video. The moment the sound sounded, the writer was terrified.

"Boom."

"Boom."

It was exactly the same as what he heard at night!

The video ended in a hurry, but the writer's peripheral vision flashed, and he began to drag the progress bar and debug repeatedly. Finally, the video screen froze at the end, the moment he stood up.

In the blurred picture, a pair of cold and iron-blue feet stepped on his shoulders.

His thoughts instantly became clear, and he immediately figured out what the swinging black shadow that appeared at the beginning of the video was.

It was a person.

The person hanging on the ceiling!

Because of the position, the dead person's feet just stepped on his shoulders.

The so-called "dong dong" sound was the sound of the body hanging on the ceiling swinging and hitting the wall.

The problem was not next door, but his room!

"Dong."

The writer's hand trembled, and he immediately looked up in the direction of the study.

"Dong."

"Dong."

The sound was getting faster and closer. This time it was not from the video, but real, coming all the way from the direction of the study.

"Squeak——"

The writer watched the bedroom door being pushed open, and then half of a pale face poked out from behind the door.

This was the story told by the tall and thin man. After the man finished speaking, the scene was silent, and the fat man's face twitched suddenly, as if out of control.

It seemed that telling this story was also a kind of torture for the man. After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and stood there alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I'll tell the next one." Seeing that no one spoke, the woman in red spoke. Her eyes were beautiful, but they gave people a sense of emptiness.

"The name of this story is"

The writer was confused by the question, "What did I send?"

He really just recorded a simple blessing video.

"You are still pretending to be stupid with me, come, I'll send it to you and you can watch it yourself." The friend said: "I tell you, I just dragged my girlfriend to watch it together, and now she is arguing with me to break up, you can do it yourself!"

Not long after speaking, a video was transferred to his mobile phone. The writer clicked to play, and the video started with the writer sitting in front of the computer in the study, saying old-fashioned blessings.

But just 10 seconds later, the writer's pupils suddenly froze, and he saw a black shadow on the wall behind him.

But it was definitely not his shadow!

His shadow also remained on the wall, and the position of that shadow was much higher than him.

As the video progressed, a terrifying scene occurred. The shadow began to sway slowly, but it was not an ordinary left-right sway, but a swing like a pendulum.

As the shadow swung to the highest point, a familiar sound came out of the video. The moment the sound sounded, the writer was horrified.

"Dong."

"Dong."

It was exactly the same as what he heard at night!

The video ended in a hurry, but the writer's peripheral vision flashed, and he began to drag the progress bar and debug repeatedly. Finally, the video screen froze at the end, the moment he stood up.

In the blurred picture, a pair of cold and iron-blue feet stepped on his shoulders.

His thoughts instantly connected, and he immediately figured out what the swaying black shadow that appeared at the beginning of the video was.

It was a person.

The person hanging on the ceiling!

Because of the position, the pair of dead feet just stepped on his shoulders.

The so-called "dong dong" sound was the sound of the body hanging on the ceiling hitting the wall when it swayed.

The problem was not the next door, but his room!

"Dong."

The writer's hand trembled, and he immediately looked up in the direction of the study.

"Dong."

"Dong."

The sound became faster and closer. This time it was not from the video, but real, coming all the way from the direction of the study.