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The elevator went up all the way and finally stopped at the 8th floor without any obstruction. Brother Wang was obviously relieved.

After stepping out of the elevator, he took "Li Gui" with him to the door of a room with the house number 803.

"It's under the doormat...I thought it was the key." Putting the urn aside, Brother Wang squatted down and touched a badly faded key card under the carpet at the door.

"If you didn't give me an extra 100 yuan, I wouldn't bother to make this trip."

He patted the dust on his pants and opened the door. Brother Wang held the urn in one hand and carefully took out his cell phone with the other hand and turned on the camera mode.

"The house was like this when I came in. Nothing was moved. This thing was placed on the coffee table in the living room for you as instructed, and the key card was also placed here. If anything is lost then, it has nothing to do with me. "

Li Gui stood at the door, looking at all the furniture in the room with complicated eyes. Unprecedented familiarity appeared in his mind one by one. He seemed to have experienced many unforgettable things here.

But he could no longer remember it, and all that was left was a faint remnant of his soul.

"Put it here. The key card is also here. Once the door is closed, I can't get in. Watch it."

After entering the house and taking a quick glance, Brother Wang found nothing out of the ordinary, put down the urn and key card, and walked back to the door with his cell phone in hand.

Finally, after scanning the living room with the camera, he completely backed out and closed the door.

"It's locked."

Outside the door, the sound of Brother Wang's success came. Inside the door, Li Gui wandered around the room with curiosity.

"This seems to be my bedroom. Why is there a hole in the bed? But I can still sleep. I should have been a very frugal person during my lifetime."

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"So many books, including books about law, cooking, and love letters? It seems that when I was alive, I loved learning very much."

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"No other clothes? I only live in this house?"

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"The house is very clean. Except for dust in some places, there is no big garbage. I love cleanliness."

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"Why are there so many snacks in the refrigerator? Was I greedy before?"

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Like a child visiting the playground for the first time, Li Gui walked around every corner of the room.

Every piece of furniture and every object felt inexplicably familiar to him. He was sure that he had left many happy memories in this room.

"Brother Wang said someone would come to pick me up. Who is it? Is that the woman named An Monoran?"

After walking around the room for about ten minutes, the novel feeling gradually faded away. Li Gui stood next to his urn, staring aimlessly at the closed door in front of him.

There was no electricity in the room, and the curtains were closed tightly. For fear of scaring the passers-by, Li Gui did not fiddle with the furniture in the room casually. He just stood aimlessly beside the table in the living room, facing the door. Talk to yourself.

"What if the person who came to pick me up is really the woman named An Mingran? She doesn't seem to know how to cook. Do you want me to take care of her?"

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"That woman named Lin Yiyi is pretty good. She may even offer incense to me."

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"It can't be that girl who is still in school, right? What if he takes me to study?"

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"I don't know how Yang Xueer is doing. She should be fine. Just cry."

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"Why hasn't anyone come yet? How long do I have to wait?"

The soliloquy at the beginning gradually disappears, time loses its meaning here, water drops drop by drop from a pipe somewhere in the ear, and the sound of vehicles passing by outside the window is repeated in two different colors of waves, quiet and noisy Repeatedly and alternately appearing in the house.

"When did it get dark? If this house wasn't mine, I'd probably have to pay rent."

The house is actually not too big, but Li Gui always feels very empty.

It could be the shadows in the house, the symmetry, the mirrors, the lonely time, the forgotten memories.

"It's bright again. The weather seems to be good today."

Occasionally, you can hear the movement of people outside the door, mixed with footsteps and running, sometimes fighting, sometimes quarreling, and sometimes silent crying.

Li Gui stood next to his urn, staring at the closed door, losing focus a little bit.

"Is someone coming here? If someone you don't know comes in, will you be startled?"

The sun and moon alternate, and there may be the sound of rain falling from time to time, but he seldom pays attention to it.

Nothing in the house had changed at all, but the memories stored in it began to be erased by time, and the floating particles falling in the sky became thicker and thicker. Li Gui stood next to his urn, somewhat forgetting why he was here.

He stood next to his urn, as if he had fallen into a gap that time had forgotten.

"Strange, why should I look at the door?"

Not sure, Li Gui walked around the house again. Sometimes he would stop by the window and look out. Sometimes he would stop in front of the mirror on the sink to take a look at his appearance. Sometimes he would Entering the kitchen, I want to try making a few dishes.

But in the end he stopped next to the urn, staring at the closed door as always.

It seems that this is the real meaning of his stay.

"Um...what's my name?"

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All thoughts have lost their original meaning, and there is no need to remember the names that no one calls out.

So he decided not to think about it anymore.

"The person in the photo should be me. I'm dead, right?"

He opened the lid of the urn and looked inside.

Who would stay in a room with an urn day and night without eating or drinking?

Maybe only ghosts would be like this, at least he thought so after losing his name.

"I'm a ghost."

After staring blankly at the black and white photo on the urn for a while, he made this judgment.

"I seem to be waiting for someone to take me home?"

The endless waiting made "Ghost"'s tone a little confused. After a while, he walked into the bathroom and wiped the stain on the mirror to see what he looked like.

But no matter how clean he wiped it, the dark mirror only reflected a blurry black shadow, making it impossible for the "ghost" to see anything clearly.

Perhaps from the moment he lost all his memories, he was no longer himself. What is still wandering around the house is just an inexplicable obsession that is unwilling to give up.

"Will anyone really take me home?"

Standing next to the urn again, the "ghost" continued to do the only thing he could do. The traces of time covered every corner of the house with a thin layer of ashes.

The "ghost" will wipe the dust on his urn from time to time to try to make himself look better.

This may leave a good impression on the person who takes him home, although he himself doesn't know who he is waiting for.

"It's getting dark...and it's getting light again."

I don’t know how much time passed, but the “ghost” became more and more silent, and his figure gradually became blurred. Sometimes he would look out the window and witness his hopes disappear into the distance together with the afterglow.

"I'm waiting for someone to take me home."

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"But I forgot her name."

It was another morning sunrise, and the "ghost" did not clean up the dust that fell on the urn. His figure became more and more blurred, as if he would disappear completely from the house in the next moment.

"Is it this house?"

It could be a long time, or it could be just a few hours.

When the "ghost" was standing by the urn as usual, staring at the door, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the silent door.

"It's right here, Wang Zixi, come on, find a way to get rid of it."

It sounded like the voices of several children, and the "ghost" unconsciously felt disgusted. When he was alive, he seemed to dislike the word "child".

"Don't worry, this is an electronic lock. It's okay if you have skills."

The sound of tinkering outside the door lasted for about ten minutes. The door handle slowly turned, the lock cylinder gradually retracted, the door was pushed open with a click, and a long-lost light appeared in front of the "ghost".

In order not to scare anyone, the ghost pushed his urn toward the coffee table.

"It's open, damn, it's cheating!"

Three young children crowded outside the open door. They timidly put their heads in and looked around the dilapidated house with flashlights.

"Wang Zixi, are you sure this is here? I don't think it looks like it."

One of the boys with glasses holding a flashlight said timidly.

"That's right. I heard others say that this place is haunted. Although no one lives there, there are strange noises coming out every night." Standing next to the man with glasses was a boy wearing a red scarf.

"No one lives there. How did this house become vacant? Isn't this an apartment?" The man with glasses discovered the flaw in the story.

"It seems that someone pays rent to the landlord every month. I don't know the details." Wang Zixi, the red scarf, swallowed and explained.

Three young boys were crowded at the door and did not dare to come in.

"Ghost" thought that the house might be too dirty, and he regretted that he had not cleaned it. Taking advantage of this time, he quickly wiped the ashes off the urn.

He himself didn't know the reason for doing this. It might just be that someone came in, so he wanted to behave better.

Even though he didn't even know who these three kids were.

"Get out of the way, you are a bunch of cowards, there is nothing to be afraid of."

After lingering at the door for several minutes, another boy who had been silent pushed past the other two and broke into the house.

He seems to be the leader of the three-person team. He is wearing a blue T-shirt and dark green shorts. He is strong and strong, but his childish face does not match the height of a 1.7-meter-long man.

"No, it's nothing."

The moment the big man came in, his originally arrogant tone quickly softened. Compared to the outside, there was a special coldness in the room that went straight to the bone.

Coupled with the dark environment and dusty furniture, he regretted rushing in so blankly.

Looking around, the big man swallowed, pinched his pants pockets, and slowly straightened his body.

"Wang Zixi must have been deceived. This is an unoccupied house."

Underneath the tall man's appearance, there was a fragile heart. The tall man found a nice word to say and retreated towards the door before he could wait.

The companion wearing a red scarf behind him saw that he was fine and walked in, blocking the big man's back.

"It shouldn't be. The address is here, and no one happens to live there. It can't be such a coincidence." This kid with the red scarf seems to be the Wang Zixi that the big man said.

"Anyway, everyone has come in. Let's take a look around. Maybe there are some treasures there."

The last man with glasses in the small group of three also walked in. At this time, even if the big man wanted to retreat, he couldn't.

"I'm worried that if I go back too late, my mother won't let me play games."

The big man made up for himself. The boy with glasses holding a flashlight walked to the side and said directly without thinking: "Liu Sheng, are you scared? In fact, I am a little bit too. This room is a bit strange. It's bright and sunny outside." , but it’s as cold in here as if the air conditioner was on.”

The bespectacled man's words were like stepping on the minefield of the big Liu Sheng. The latter almost jumped to his feet in anger: "You fucking fart, you think everyone is a coward like you, I will save Lu Bu." , can you be afraid of this?"

Due to Liu Sheng's weight advantage, the man with glasses snorted and said nothing.

"Li Peng, bring the flashlight, there seems to be a treasure here."

Wang Zi, who plucked up the courage and walked to the kitchen, seemed to have noticed something, and quickly waved to Li Peng, who was holding a flashlight.

Liu Sheng, who was still standing at the door, snorted unconvinced and did not follow. Instead, he patted his chest and explored other areas of the house, muttering something about "I'm not afraid."

"What is he looking for?"

Even a "ghost" who doesn't have much thinking ability can tell at a glance that Liu Sheng is the most timid of the three children.

The toughness on the outside is all to cover up the cowardice on the inside.

Chapter 668 The feeling of a ghost