On the day Lu Shi was laid off, he still had 8,600 in savings.
She rented an old shabby apartment on the sixth floor with a monthly rent of 1,200 yuan. The door lock was broken, the bottom of the wardrobe was warped, and a long hair that did not belong to her was embedded in the cement crack.
The landlord said 404, don't go there, it's leaking and it's sealed.
She didn't ask, she didn't have the energy to ask, she just wanted to find a job to survive the next month.
But 404 had no intention of letting her go.
At two o'clock in the morning, footsteps stopped at the door of 404. The key was inserted into the lock, clicked, and the door opened. She told herself that she had heard wrongly, but the next morning, the door that had been sealed with plaster was completely intact again. It was as if someone had re-blocked it while she was asleep.
She stood guard at the door and saw with her own eyes the dim light coming from the crack in the door of 404.
Someone was taking a shower inside, and a yellowed photo hung on the wall. The woman in the photo was smiling happily.
She didn't know the woman, but the woman knew her.
Lu Shi.
Two doors away, the voice called her name.
Help me find my body.
Twelve years ago, a woman fell to her death on the sixth floor. Ten years ago, some people said that she hanged herself in 404. Five years ago, someone rented 404 and found a white pajamas that did not belong to her in the closet on the third week.
The landlord said 404 was closed, but 404 was open every night.
Lu Shi could have moved away, but she didn't.
Because she found that the dead woman looked more and more like her.
The same paleness, the same dark circles under the eyes, the same tiredness. It was as if something was turning her into another person bit by bit.
Purpose: Find the truth in difficulties and stick to yourself in fear.
