Chapter 10: An Old Photo

"I'm looking for Li Xiumei. Is Li Xiumei at home?"

Hearing this voice again, I am no longer angry.

My legs were a bit disobedient, almost crawling back to the bedroom and locking the bedroom door.

This is already the third time!

This time she actually found my house directly!

I crawled back onto the bed, hid in the bed, and wrapped myself tightly with a blanket.

However, despite this, my inner fear has not been eliminated.

Apart from that nine percent fear, I also have one percent doubt.

Who the hell is this girl?

Is she the corpse we dug up in that house?

Her attire was almost identical to that of the corpse.

Meng Yifan and I had a brief conversation and suspected that this girl was the same corpse.

But if she is that corpse, then who is Li Xiumei?

Is Li Xiumei the one who killed her, that's why she has to search for her enemies again and again? But we don't know Li Xiumei, why did I go home and she still come!

I held my phone in my hand and quickly lit up the screen, ready to call Meng Yifan.

After the screen lit up, I found that my phone had no signal at all.

Our signal is at full capacity and has never been disconnected.

I suddenly remembered that on the first night, when this girl knocked on the door for the first time, I went to the bathroom with my phone, and it also had no signal.

But I didn't think so much at that time, thinking that the signal in that community might not be very good.

Now it seems that it's not the signal, but the girl's fault. As soon as she appears, my phone will lose signal.

I suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

That girl is still knocking on the door, and it's getting louder and louder. She's forcing me to open the door for her!

But I dare not open the door, I dare not even respond to her.

Unfortunately, there is no signal on my phone at this time, and I cannot reach Meng Yifan.

What should I do?

What if she knocks impatiently and comes in directly?

I feel like my life is on the brink tonight.

The desire for survival gave me courage. I bravely crawled out of bed and quickly opened the window of my bedroom, shouting to my neighbors up and down.

"Help! Is there anyone there?"

"Could you please report me to the police?"

It's embarrassing, but I can't care so much at the moment.

After shouting, I waited for almost half a minute, but no one answered me upstairs or downstairs.

I quickly stretched out my head to look, only to find that all the houses in my building were not lit.

It's only 12 o'clock in the morning now, and there are many young people in the community where I live. Nowadays, young people like to stay up late. Why are all these people sleeping so early tonight?

I was a bit unwilling and shouted twice more.

"Please! Help me call the police!"

"I am a resident of 1302!"

After shouting, there was still no movement around, and it was eerily quiet.

I shouted so loudly, and that girl kept knocking on the door. Didn't anyone hear me?

I was a bit anxious and climbed directly onto the windowsill.

If that girl breaks in, I might jump off from here.

Just as I climbed up and sat down, instinctively looking downstairs, a girl in a black long dress appeared out of thin air and burst into my sight. She was standing downstairs in our building, looking up at me.

I fixed my eyes on the girl knocking on the door!

We were almost facing each other in all directions, even though we were thirteen floors apart, I could see clearly the pale and bloodless face.

The air seemed to be filled with the familiar smell of corpses.

I was so scared that I almost flipped over. Fortunately, I grabbed the window sill firmly, otherwise if I fell from the 13th floor, my parts would have been smashed to pieces.

After stabilizing my body, I quickly flipped back, closed the window tightly, and pulled the curtains over.

I continued to hide under the covers, only the covers could give me the only hint of security.

At this moment, the knocking on the door continued and never stopped.

I was momentarily stunned.

The knocking on the door never stopped

That girl was clearly downstairs just now. Since she was downstairs, how could she knock on the door at the same time?

How many ghosts have I been entangled with?

If there is more than one ghost, but the only one looking for Li Xiumei is that girl. How did she manage to knock on the door while blocking me downstairs?

I am desperate.

Hide under the bed and pray that time can pass faster. The knocking on the door outside never stopped, and it tormented me for several hours.

Finally, I survived until dawn. When it started, although it wasn't very bright yet, the deadly knocking on the door finally stopped.

I lifted the blanket and felt as if I had been soaked in water. My pajamas were already soaked in sweat.

I picked up my phone and saw that the signal that had previously disappeared had now returned to full capacity.

I quickly dug out Meng Yifan's number and prepared to call him.

But before the phone could be dialed out, Meng Yifan called me first.

"Chen Mo, hurry up and come over here, we have some trouble to deal with!"

On the phone, Meng Yifan's tone was very anxious and a bit trembling.

I thought he was talking about the lawsuit and quickly said, "Don't worry about the lawsuit for now. I'll tell you something more important now..."

Meng Yifan snatched the words and said, "Who the hell is talking about the lawsuit? We really have something to do with it. Get out of here now!"

He gave an address and hung up the phone directly.

My heart says, is this our ancestral tomb being dug up by someone? It's a lawsuit and a ghost, and now something's happening?

Listening to Meng Yifan's tone, things seemed urgent, and I didn't dare to delay. I quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and was ready to go out. While taking a shower, I looked in the mirror and found that my face was as pale as if I had a serious illness. I don't know if it was because I was scared all night last night.

When I open the door, I dare not open it directly. I first glanced at the cat's eye before daring to open it.

I am now like a frightened bird, even developing a sense of fear towards the door.

But on second thought, even ghosts should not dare to appear during the day.

After the door opened, I didn't see any ghosts, but a photo came into my sight.

This photo is placed right at my doorstep, I don't know who put it.

I picked it up and saw that it was an old photo, so old that it had turned a bit yellow, and the people on it couldn't see their faces clearly.

The photo seems to show a family of three, a young man and a young woman, as well as a little girl about five or six years old.

I was momentarily stunned and my hands trembled slightly.

The dress of the young woman was the same as that of the girl who knocked at the door.

Black long skirt, red high heels