Chapter 731 The Intangible World (Part 1)

The flames on the red candles danced and emitted a dim light. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I felt a rare warmth after entering this room.

The rental house where the elderly live is not large, with only four rooms. The windows are all covered with bright red paper, completely cut off from the outside.

"Grandma, I just saw something coming in. Please be careful." I followed the blind old lady and kept a certain distance from her.

The old man said nothing and walked to the back room minding his own business.

She was blind, but she didn't touch any furniture while walking. It seemed that she knew the placement of every item in the house. She didn't know how many years she had lived here to be able to do this. Get familiar with everything here.

Without crutches or holding on to the wall, the old man entered the back room tremblingly.

As I stepped forward, I smelled a smell that seemed moldy, carrying the vicissitudes of time, as if a piece of tree root was dug out from deep in the soil and placed under my nose.

This smell is very special, rich and decadent, making people reluctant to approach it. The last time I smelled a similar smell was in the ward of Daoist Master Xianqing.

The door behind him made a banging sound, as if something was beating, and the iron chain shook, but the wooden door painted with bright red paint did not move at all.

I turned my head and stared for a long time, my heart still hanging in suspense. I was very afraid that the obsession would enter the house and harm the old lady.

"Don't worry, it can't get in." She seemed to have heard the sound of the door. The old lady combed her silver hair and said to me: "Don't be afraid in your heart. The more afraid that thing is, the more it will look for you."

"Why do you sound like coaxing a child?" I shook my head and grinned: "Grandma, can I go into the back room and have a look? There was a little guy running into your room just now. I'm sure he's hiding now. In a corner somewhere.”

"What are you doing with him?"

"I just want to ask him something, about the Red Building and the ancient buildings opposite." My voice was very sincere. The old man was old, and I couldn't sense any malice from her. I didn't have to lie to her. .

"What do you want to know? Just ask me. That child is timid and you will scare him." The old man spoke slowly and in a kind voice.

"That child?" I judged some information from between the lines of her words. It was obvious that the blind old man and the short black figure had known each other before. It was even possible that the person she had been waiting for was the short black figure.

"It's a long story, grandma, please sit down first."

Seeing that she had difficulty moving, I wanted to help her, but before I could get to her side, the old man waved his hand towards me: "It's okay. If you want to ask anything, just ask."

She walked to the low wooden bed and groped with her hands on the quilt. After a while, she took out a bamboo basket with needlework from the corner. She held the needle in one hand and threaded it with the other hand. She could not see it, but her movements were very smooth.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" I was a little curious, so I walked into the back room and saw some silk and cloth in the bamboo basket, and there was a round thing pressed under the silk.

The color of the satin was no longer bright and it looked like it was from many years ago.

"I'm old, I don't have much to do, I just want to relieve my boredom." The old man picked up the cloth skillfully and started embroidering stitch by stitch. Her movements were very slow, but it was very comfortable to watch.

Qi, even, harmonious, smooth and thin, the old man used the technique of Su embroidery. I was fascinated by it for a while. It took me a few minutes to realize it. I couldn't bear to interrupt: "Grandma, when I first entered the red building, you said You are waiting for someone, can you tell me who you are waiting for?"

"It has already come in, it is the child you are chasing." The old man's voice was neither fast nor slow, and the work in his hands did not stop.

"Is it really him?" The short black figure is not obsessed, not evil, and not a living person. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a strange existence: "I would like to ask, is that child yours?" family?"

Master Tianxin said that this building is close to reincarnation, and there is an entrance and exit to the animal path nearby. I guessed that the child might be the old man's lost grandson, but he was found back along the reincarnation.

Contrary to my expectations, the old lady shook her head: "He is not my family. I have never been married in my life."

"Then why are you waiting for him? There must be a reason." In such a dangerous place as the Red Mansion, the old lady insists on living here, opening the door late at night and guarding the door. It must be very important to her.

After hearing my question, the old woman stopped sewing in her hands, raised her head, and looked at the door with her white eyes, as if she was looking at me, or looking through me to something further away.

"He is not my family, but I promised more than seventy years ago that I would always wait for him."

"More than seventy years ago?" I opened my eyes wide and looked at the old grandma. The short figure flashed through my mind again. I felt incredible: "Grandma, you promised to wait for him more than seventy years ago? But look at him He was only six or seven years old like that. Even though it was a war-torn era and he suffered from hunger as a child, his height and age would not be much different."

The short black shadow is similar to a child in terms of behavior and appearance. It is hard for me to believe that he is actually an old monster who has lived for more than seventy years.

"Yes." The old man turned his head slightly and looked at the quilt raised high in the corner of the wooden bed: "I have passed seventy years, and he just repeated the night again."

There was a deep meaning in the old woman's words. I frowned and thought, but I couldn't understand it.

"You won't understand." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to thread the needle. "You can rest here all night and leave as soon as dawn."

I looked at the bulging quilt beside the bed, and then at the old man embroidering slowly. There was an indescribable harmony between the two. They seemed to know each other's existence, but they were unwilling to reveal it, and they accompanied each other silently.

After a few minutes, the quilt on the bed moved and opened a small slit, and the short black figure revealed his head. As soon as he saw me standing at the door, he immediately shrank back, not knowing that he was moving too much. Big, the back half of the body has been exposed.

"Does this look like a person who has lived for seventy years?" I laughed dumbly, and at the same time I felt very strange. In the candlelight, he was still a blurry black figure in my eyes, just like a shadow. Even if I use judgment, I can't see clearly even with my eyes.

"Grandma, when did you move into the Pig Pen Apartment? Can you tell me about this building?" I still didn't give up and decided to make some insinuations to collect useful information.

"I was one of the first tenants in the apartment building. In fact, I lived nearby before the building was built." The old man did not answer more questions related to the Red Building and how the apartment building became what it is now. , she didn’t mention a word about what happened in the middle.

I knew she was deliberately avoiding it, but since so many innocent lives were involved, I had to let her face the problem: "Some tenants are crazy. They seem to be under some influence. They are confused and think of themselves as pigs. They cannibalize their own kind." Such a thing can be done..."

"I can't control what other people do." Grandma's calloused hands kept moving, and the pattern on the silk satin gradually became clear.

"In the corridor, this little guy and I were chased by a monster covered in tooth marks. According to my friends, that thing is called obsession, and it is difficult to resolve..."

"I don't know what you are talking about. You are from outside. Leave after tonight and never come back. Just think of everything that happened here as a nightmare and forget about it." The old man said earnestly. I can hear her kind advice.

The old man didn't want to tell the truth, and I didn't know how to ask. My mind was in chaos.

The room became extremely quiet. Perhaps this sudden change made the short black figure hiding under the quilt think something had happened, and he poked his head out again.

I turned my head and looked at him. I don't know if it was because of the mask on my face or the bloody red light in my eyes that scared him.

The little guy hurriedly stepped back and loosened his grip. The ball he was holding tightly fell down and rolled right in front of me.

It was pitch black, and even if it fell in front of me, I still couldn't see what it looked like, I just knew it was a vague spherical object.

Bending down, I subconsciously wanted to pick it up. I stretched out my hand, but found nothing.

"Strange..." I tried several times, but I couldn't pick it up at all, as if it was just a shadow: "I can see it, but why can't I touch it?"

Before I could figure it out, the little guy on the bed suddenly jumped out and hugged the ball, turned around and hid under the quilt again.

His sudden move caught my attention. When he was running for his life just now, he was holding on to the ball-shaped object tightly and not letting go: "Obviously he was scared to death, but he was holding on tightly and refused to let go. It seems that that thing is too important to him." Extremely important.”

My eyes were shining, and I swept across the old man's bamboo basket, and my eyes stayed on the thing at the bottom that was pressed by silk satin.

"Grandma, can you let me see the silk you embroidered? Is this Su embroidery?"

"Do you still know about Su embroidery?" The old man's voice became much gentler. "Don't mess up the things inside. I can't see them. If they are messed up, they won't be found."

The old man pushed the bamboo basket forward, and I was not polite. I carefully turned over the silk and satin layer by layer.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects, green radish and green clothes. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that it would be embroidered by a blind old lady.

When I opened the last piece of silk, I was slightly stunned. There was an embroidered ball at the bottom of the bamboo basket.

The strands of silk threads are intertwined, like buds in bud.

The fingers caressed it gently, the stitches were fine and full of texture, and I couldn't help but take it out.

The flower has twelve petals. This hydrangea must have been from many years ago. The color on the silk and satin has faded, but the pattern embroidered by the needle and thread still retains the original color.

I held it gently and thought of many things in my mind.

"Why is this hydrangea made of all black needles and threads? How come its size is exactly the same as the ball-shaped object that the short black figure has been holding?"