The patter of rain made people irritated, and the knocking on the door in the middle of the night s

Mother Ruan was just lying down when she heard a knock on the door. She got up, put on her shoes, and came out to see what was going on.

The ultra-remote village was like other ordinary villages. There are no entertainment activities on weekdays, and everyone goes to bed very early. Especially in the past few days, there has been a problem with the hydropower station. The power supply has not been restored, there is no lighting, and people in the village are asleep at night.

If someone knocks on the door at twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, it must be an urgent matter.

The temperature in the room was very low, Ruan Qiao stood in front of the door, and the knocking on the door continued.

It was very mechanical and persistent.

Mother Ruan pulled her back and asked casually, “Who is it?”

Boom, boom, boom.

No one answered, but the knocking continued.

Mother Ruan also became frightened. The knocking on the door by people outside was really weird.

Normal people’s knocking speed will vary somewhat, but the person outside seems to be some kind of timing machine, knocking on the door at a uniform speed.

“Is it Uncle Chen?” Ruan Qiao suddenly asked.

“What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid kid!” Mother Ruan glared at her, “Are you confused by your sleep? Uncle Chen has been gone for several days. Why, how could.…..”

“it’s me.”

“Xiao Ruan, open, the, door.”

Uncle Chen’s familiar and hoarse voice sounded outside the door, without any emotion and with almost no change in his tone.

Mother Ruan’s face suddenly turned pale.

Uncle Chen’s voice was very familiar to her, but Uncle Chen, wasn’t he dead? !

She watched his stiff body fall into the coffin with her own eyes. How could the originally dead person now appear at her door?

By the way, today is Uncle Chen’s first seventh day. He.…..he should come back, but he shouldn’t come to her house!

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“Uncle Chen was kind to you when you were little, but you kids all had a good relationship with him! Why did he come to you on the first seventh night.…..” Mother Ruan’s lips trembled, and her hands holding Ruan Qiao felt cold. “Uncle Chen has no children, but didn’t the village chief set up a mourning hall for him? How could it be possible, how could it be possible.……Xiao Ruan, wait for me here, and don’t open the door!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The knocking on the door was much louder, as if the long wait had made the “person” outside impatient.

Mother Ruan’s entered the bedroom, seemingly trying to get something. 

Ruan Qiao stood at the door, hesitant.

Uncle Chen was indeed kind to her, but it was obvious that he was no longer alive.

[Bullet screen Fried Bitter Gourd] Scaring me to death at night QAQ

 [Bullet screen Ali Guaji] Stay away from the door! !

[Bullet screen Mu Jiufeng] Ahhhh, Mianmian, don’t go there!

[Bullet screen Wei Qian Yemu] Damn it, is it really Uncle Chen’s body that’s knocking on the door outside?

As expected, the audience in the live broadcast room did not expect that Ruan Qiao, a bullet screen broadcaster, would always rush forward when everyone screamed and told her to stay away.…..

She walked to the door, and the knocking and the sound of rain became louder.

The knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

It was as if the person outside the door knew she was behind the door.

“Open, the, door.”

Urging without emotion.

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