Zee ......

" Lady, is it convenient to repeat what you just said?"

Zee ......

Zee ......

"...... Yes, but  Please don't ever say it to anyone, especially my husband, and my daughter!"

"I understand, then ...... Can we start below?"

"It all started with a phone call.

The call was from my sister, three nights ago.

She was in a strange state, her teeth were chattering and her voice sounded like she was squeezing a little out of her throat.

I asked her if she wasn't feeling well, she didn't answer, she just kept repeating a dream she'd had recently."

"A dream?"

"Yes, a dream.

She said she had often dreamed for some time recently that she woke up in the night, then left her bed, walked down the stairs from the attic where she lived, and finally stopped in front of the basement door.

It was very real, extraordinarily real, so real that... Not like a dream."

"But your sister continues to describe it as a dream, why?"

"Because ....... There was no basement in her house!

What's even scarier is that in the face of that strange door, she actually had the urge to open it."

"And what happened?"

"She disappeared, the very night she called me."

"So, you found me today to ......"

"Dr. Aoiz!"

"Well ...... you say."

"I also dreamed of a door, just yesterday."

......

Turning off the recorder in his hand, the not-so-large room fell into silence.

Aoiz  sat at his desk, his eyes downcast, a copy of Rongcheng's evening newspaper of the day on his desk.

"Looking for people: Tiina, female, 47 years old, height 160, rectangular face, white skin, recently left home late at night on the 13th due to poor mental state, lost wearing light pink silk pajamas, hope there are those who know ......"

The line of sight skipped the contact information, the search notice a little to the left of the position printed with a photo, the photo is a woman of some years.

It is also the woman who came to him yesterday and left a recording.

Aoiz is not in the habit of reading the newspaper, the newspaper was brought by the police, about an hour ago.

They knew, based on clues, that Tiina had come here the day before she disappeared.

He truthfully stated Tiina's mental state, and the story she brought.

He also handed over the recording that he had asked Tiina's permission to leave behind.

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A male and a female police officer left with the recording after making a statement, and the female officer with a sharp ponytail couldn't help but look back at Aoiz a few more times.

The man of her age seemed to be acting too calmly, both in taking questions and in stating that unbelievable story.

After politely getting up and seeing each other off,Aoiz sat back in his seat.

The sound of crisp keyboard tapping rang out from time to time, and everything was going on in a normal and orderly manner.

The night was getting thicker, and the neon in the distance lit up little by little.

Aoiz glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, stood up, walked to the studio door, first closed the outside glass door, then the inside door, and then unlocked it.

After doing this he took the time to make himself a cup of coffee.

Holding the coffee cup, he walked over to the couch and sat down.

The sofa was prepared for the customers who came to his studio. Yesterday's Ms. Tiina, and the two police officers an hour ago, had all sat here.

The original shiny sofa skin had become gray, and the armrests were wrinkled.

Aoiz reached into the gap between the armrest and the sofa, and lightly took out a recorder.

On behalf of the open light is on, index finger lightly toggle a few times, inside the voice of the police officer began to come out.

Followed by his own voice.

Aoiz  stened while taking small sips of coffee.

A cup of coffee finished, the officer and his conversation also ended, until sitting up from the sofa, his face also did not appear special expression.

He hung the coffee cup that he had washed with water upside down on the drying rack, dried his hands, and walked towards his desk.

When he passed by the sofa, he picked up the recorder by the way.

The recent business is not good, and then before the recording is this woman called Tiina, Aoiz was very impressed with her.

The story she told was certainly bizarre, but for Aoiz, who had come into contact with a considerable number of mild to moderate delusional patients, he was more concerned about the integrity of the story.

In his opinion, unlike the average patient who exaggerates a discrepant outcome in the hope of gaining others' attention, and thus obscures, or even ignores, the details.

Tiina's descriptions are more complete and the details are handled well. In Tiina's own dream, she even remembers stepping on her daughter's plush slippers inadvertently while going down the stairs.

The police visit also brought some new information to Aoiz.

In their exchange, they had implicitly mentioned that they suspected Ms. Tiina's disappearance was related to a relative, and in Tiina's story, her sister had disappeared before her.

The two corroborate that the disappearance of Tiina's sister should be credible.

Furthermore, Tiina's family posted a missing person notice, saying that Tiina left home late at night wearing only pajamas, or a thin silk pajamas.

In the late autumn, Aoiz, with his knowledge of the person concerned, felt that she did not look like someone who would do such a stupid thing.

Combined with Tiina's strange disappearance, as well as the sister who disappeared before her, Aoiz felt that the matter was not so simple.

So ......

So ......

In order to save brain cells to deal with the business that may come to his door tomorrow, as well as the collagen on his face, Aoiz hastily went to sleep after putting on a mask.

His studio is divided into two floors, the first floor is used to receive customers, and the attic above is naturally his living space.

It is about 30 square feet, but he has divided it into two rooms.

Up the narrow staircase is the living room, and further in is the bedroom.

The bedroom does not have a bed, only a thin mattress laid on the floor.

At the moment Aoiz is lying in the middle of the mattress, the quilt pulled up to the chin, meticulously sleeping.

I don't know how long I slept, but Aoiz on the mattress opened his eyes violently.

He stared straight up at the ceiling, his eyes gradually lax, and a moment later, steeply shrunk into a slit.

The upper half of his body left the mattress and slowly sat up.

What happened ......?

He thinks clearly, can feel the feedback from every part of his body, but only can not control this body.

A strange feeling of palpitations came from the bottom of his heart, as if ...... What has been opened.

First his left leg left the mattress, followed by his right leg, and he stood up, moving in an archaic mechanical way.

Just as his brain was still frantically thinking, his body, again, began to move without permission.

Forward.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

One step, two steps ......

Like a walking corpse, he walked toward the bedroom door.

Then after that the living room.

And finally down the wooden stairs, step by step.

The old staircase should have been creaking without making a sound.

Not only the stairs, Aoiz did not hear any sound at all after waking up.

The night was as quiet as if it was dead.

The eyes were beating in a limited range, the current situation is undoubtedly bizarre and dangerous.

Through the night, the original familiar environment also became unfamiliar.

As the last foot fell, he saw a door standing in front of him.

A solid black one.

A door embedded in the wall.