Chapter 9 Night Terror

The female police officer nodded and took notes quickly in a notebook. Jack also saw a flashing red recorder next to her thigh.

"Do you live alone?" The male police officer looked around.

"Yes." Jack nodded.

"Where are your parents?"

"They don't live in this city."

"What do you do?"

"Sculptor, making and selling by myself." Jack said, "I opened a small shop on Chunyu Street, about 20 minutes' walk from here."

"Have you heard anything unusual downstairs these days? For example, quarrels, crying, or the sound of something hitting or breaking." The male police officer continued to ask.

Jack recalled and shook his head: "No, I usually concentrate very much when I am sculpting, and I need a quiet environment. But to be honest, although this community is very old, it is basically very quiet after nine o'clock every night, which is very suitable for night owls like me to work."

"In other words, if there is a special sound, you will notice it quickly?" The male police officer frowned and asked.

"Yes." Jack looked him straight in the eye without avoiding it. "If there is an unusual sound, I may be more sensitive and pay more attention than others."

At this time, the female police officer raised her head and asked, "Is this room your own, or..."

"I rented it before because it is cheap and quiet here. It doesn't matter if the house is small or old." Jack answered.

From the police officer's questioning, he probably guessed that the other party did not rule out that Fiona's death was murder, so he went door to door to investigate.

As long as he cooperated well, it would help the police officer catch the murderer as soon as possible.

"How is Fiona's daughter Clare now?" This is what Jack is worried about now.

The male police officer shook his head: "Don't worry, it was Clare who called the police after she got home from school. The little girl is frightened and has been sent to the police station. We have someone to take care of her and provide psychological counseling."

The female police officer looked up and asked again: "What time does your neighbor next door usually go home at night?"

Jack was relieved and replied: "The next door was originally occupied by an old man in his seventies, but later moved to his son's place. There is no one in the room and it has not been rented out."

Old residential buildings like Ivy Community have only six floors in total. When they were built, the strange design was built for opposition, with two stairs in different directions on the left and right, leading to different floors of residents.

Like the floor where Jack lives, there are only two households, including him, and if you want to go to the opposite side, you need to go downstairs and go up another staircase.

After asking a few more questions, the two police officers stood up and walked to the door.

The male police officer turned around and warned: "The scene on the third floor has been blocked. When you go up and down the stairs, don't go near it for the time being to avoid damaging the scene. If you remember anything, you can call me at this number."

As he said, he gave Jack a card with a phone number on it. The name on the card was Xiong Wei.

Jack looked up at the male police officer. He was less than 1.7 meters tall and thin. His image was exactly the opposite of his name.

When he closed the door, he saw the two police officers continue to go upstairs.

After careful recollection, it seemed that Fiona's mother and daughter's neighbors downstairs had just moved out last month, and the room was still empty. Otherwise, if that family hadn't moved out, someone next door had just died, and I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.

Returning to the workbench to work until almost twelve o'clock, Jack put down the Buddha sculpture that he had finally finished, yawned, and went to the bathroom to wash up for a while.

After peeing, his obsessive-compulsive disorder came on. After checking all the doors, windows and door locks in the room, he returned to the bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door and checked the lock.

He didn't close the bedroom door when he went to bed at night, but what happened today made Jack feel uneasy for no reason.

He turned off the light on the workbench, climbed into bed, and fell asleep drowsily.

Jack tried his best to focus his memory before going to bed on the Buddha statue that he had been polishing all night, and didn't think about the blood-red eyes.

Cloud City has a subtropical humid and mild climate. It gets cool quickly in summer nights. The highest temperature every day is at noon, but it is about 27 or 28 degrees.

This city is a real summer resort.

Jack, who was asleep, even unconsciously pulled the summer quilt to cover himself.

I don't know how long it took, he was awakened by the cold.

He opened his eyes dazedly and found himself curled up, hugging a pillow, but the quilt was still covering him and was not kicked off.

"What's going on?"

Jack, still feeling a little cold, pulled the quilt to make sure he was still covered. Then he felt the end of the bed move slightly, as if someone was curled up under the bed, and it seemed that his head or back was against the edge of the bed.

The sleepiness faded a little, and Jack didn't know whether the feeling just now was an illusion or real. After all, he had just woken up and his mind was not clear.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the end of the bed with the moonlight outside the window. Then he was startled, his eyes widened, and stared at the bedroom door.

In his eyes, the bedroom door was open at this moment!

Jack clearly remembered that he had definitely closed the bedroom door before going to bed.

At this moment, the bedroom door that had been opened made him lose all his sleepiness instantly, and even his hands and feet felt a little cold.

Dang,dang,dang!

A very light sound came from the end of the bed, and there was a slight tremor.

 This time Jack was sure that the first tremor just now was definitely not an illusion.

At this moment, there was enough moonlight outside the window, and even without turning on the light, most of the room could be seen.

He remained lying flat, his limbs motionless, but he slightly raised his head and looked towards the end of the bed where the vibration came from.

A slow rustling sound sounded at this moment, as if someone was crawling on the ground, crawling very slowly.

Then Jack seemed to see a dark mass of something slightly arched from the end of the bed, and then flattened down again.

There might be a thief in the room!

The slightly arched thing just now seemed to be the back of a crouching person, which was Jack's first thought.

The bedroom fell into a brief silence.

Jack supported the bed with his right hand and slowly sat up, his eyes wide open, trying to see clearly what was in the dim darkness at the end of the bed.

His heartbeat had begun to speed up unconsciously.

After sitting up straight, he reached under the pillow and touched a flashlight placed there, and clenched it tightly.

After waiting for a while, Jack slowly turned his body and stretched his bare feet to the ground without wearing shoes, so as to ensure that he would not make any noise when moving. The slight coolness from the ground also made him calm down quickly.

In the process of getting out of bed, except for a slight sound from the bed board, there was no other movement, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the end of the bed.