At 2:15 in the morning, the sound of dragging iron chairs sounded from the crack of the door on time.
Wen Su recorded for three days and three nights, and there was only dead silence in the recorder - but the harsh friction sound penetrated the eardrum like a steel needle, and it didn't stop for a moment. He knocked on the doors of his neighbors, and the deaf old couple shook their heads and said they had never bought an iron chair. The property manager handed him the business card of a mental hospital and advised him with a smile, "Don't scare yourself."
Until a private message in the forum exploded across the screen: "I heard the sound of drowning and I was suffocating..."
When they met offline, Shen Xinghui, who was trembling all over, suddenly grabbed his hand and shouted, "Listen! Now!", But Wen Su only heard the sound of the other person's teeth chattering. The female designer Su Jue, who was watching with cold eyes, had just finished mocking "two madmen as a couple" when the three people's strange symptoms suddenly broke out at the same time - the sound of iron chairs, a sense of suffocation, sharp tinnitus, and the eardrums were torn at the same second.
When the same red mark of ear holes appeared on his body, and when Su Jue drew the "human ear house type" of the entire building on a blueprint, Wen Su was shocked to realize:
What he heard was not a hallucination or a ghost.
It's the abyss hidden in the wall, using sound to eat away at their souls bit by bit.
The underground hatch of Biangan Group has been opened, the night sky in the city is covered with transparent silk threads, and the invitation letter from the Quiet Society is stained with blood. In this game where sound is the hunting knife, one must either listen to the whisper of the abyss or be swallowed whole by it.
Do you dare to listen at two o'clock in the middle of the night?
