Chapter Fifty-Six "Chapter Fifty-Five" (2)

  There was no ending. It stopped at the point where I received that letter supposedly from my ancestors, and the content of the letter was exactly the same as the one in my drawer.

  Soon, the small speaker at the bottom of the computer jumped, I quickly clicked to open it, and had already been approved to enter the group. There were many people in the group, but one by one, all the QQ numbers were gray, and the only person with a bright color was me.

  I cautiously asked: "Is the owner in?"

  No one cares about me.

  "Is anyone there?"

  No one cares about me.

  I'm getting a bit anxious, those names are all so familiar: Feizi, Danmo Ranyi, Suiyuan, Youyou, Xiao Yang... each and every one of them were very active readers in the posts, but now the group is eerily quiet, even the person who just joined through me isn't saying a word, as if no one was there.

  I was startled by my own sudden idea, although it's just an ordinary QQ group. Looking at those gray avatars, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. I even thought the group number 1414937 had a problem - wouldn't "want to die, want to die, only you're left, hehe" be a possible interpretation? I seemed to see a woman laughing "hehe" at me. If all these people are already dead, would the next one to turn into a gray avatar be me?

  At that moment, I almost immediately thought of quitting this QQ group, but the unknown fear finally overcame the present fear. This is the only place where I can find Zuo Ma, and he has been missing for a long time on Tianya Forum. If I still can't find any clues here, I don't know where else to find him.

  I kept speaking, even sending out a lot of pornographic pictures in the hopes that someone would come out and talk to me for a bit, but still not one person opened their mouth. I clicked on the group share, where there was an unnamed compressed file. I carefully downloaded it, unzipped it, and found it was a document. When I opened it, it was that same "Old Mansion" story again, this time without any reader comments, just the manuscript itself.

  I suppressed my excitement and hastily pulled the manuscript to the end, but what disappointed me was that the draft still only wrote up to that letter, the only difference from before being three more words on a new line: "Fifty-five".

  My eyes suddenly narrowed: fifty-five? I quickly moved the mouse up, and indeed, this article has written a total of fifty-four chapters so far.

  Chapter 54, Fifty-fourth Gate, will there be any connection between them?

  I leaned against the chair, my eyes fixed on that "fifty-five", although there was no evidence, but I believed that those fifty-four doors symbolized fifty-four chapters. If so, then what would be seen behind the fifty-fifth door? Wouldn't it be the story to be recorded in Chapter Fifty-Five?

  What I saw behind the fifty-fifth door was a desolate mountain with a solitary grave on it. On the tombstone, there was a photo that still makes me break out in cold sweat to this day.

  The person in the photo is not me, it's a girl.

  What scares me is not the woman herself, but her expression. It's just a photo, but she seems to be standing alive in front of me, smiling at me slightly. I see that her teeth are all blood red.

  I sat in front of the computer for almost a whole night, until the sky turned white, I finally made up my mind and dialed her phone number, but what I heard was "The number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again."

  A few months ago I was still using this number to call a girl, how did it become an empty number now? Could it be the same as what happened to Er Liang before, is this also a lucky ringtone?

  I waited patiently, but the voice on the other end of the phone repeated in English and then stopped automatically. This number really became a dead number. I gradually felt uneasy, wondering if it had anything to do with my strange dream or the old mansion in the deep mountains. Thinking of the old mansion, I couldn't help but think of Erliang, who went with me to find secrets there. At this moment, my heart suddenly moved, and my whole body was covered in cold sweat. Just now, I suddenly thought: if Yini also saw this article, she would know that Erliang and I had been to the old mansion together, and that I had deliberately hidden the ancient painting, which ultimately led to Erliang's mental breakdown.

  Although Er Lang's death had nothing to do with me directly, and at the time I didn't know the consequences of hiding him, in any case, I have some inescapable responsibility for this matter. According to what was said in that last letter, if he hadn't wanted to tell me the truth, then nothing would have happened to him.

  In a daze, I seemed to see a woman walking into a dark little house. Inside the house sat a young man wearing black-framed glasses. He looked up at the woman and revealed an eerie smile on his face. Just then, the man suddenly tilted his head slightly, and his eyes turned towards me.

  I suddenly woke up, I was still me, still in my room, but everything I saw earlier seemed so real, as if it had really happened right before my eyes. But what scared me was that at the moment I woke up, I saw a sign hanging in the house with several words written on it: Dream Club.

  All the Dream Clubs I've been in contact with were actually secretly manipulated by Xiaorui's mother, according to my ancestor's words, this name was also thought of by Chu Jiangshan. Now, Xiaorui's mother is dead, and I thought the Dream Club no longer existed, but just now, I clearly saw a sign of the Dream Club again, and there was a man wearing glasses. Is it possible that this Dream Club actually has many more, hiding in the darkness where I couldn't see?

  But how did I see that man just now?

  I didn't continue thinking about it, because I suddenly thought of a question: last night, I seemed to hear my mom's phone ring. If there really is a second Dream Club, and if what that damned ancestor of mine said was true, wouldn't the call my mom received also be from there?

  I hope I'm just being paranoid, but I really can't put my mind at ease. Hurriedly pushing open the door, I head towards mom's room to ask her clearly about it. As I walk, I loudly call out: "Mom, Mom."

  No one responded to me. At this time, the two old men should have gotten up, my mother was making breakfast in the kitchen, and my father was practicing Tai Chi on the balcony. As long as I heard the sound of opening the door, my mother would speak loudly to me in the kitchen, but today the house was quiet, there was no voice from my mother in the kitchen, and no music from my father's Tai Chi practice on the balcony.

  My heart sank, I quickly glanced around the kitchen and balcony, but there was no one. The doors to their rooms were open, but there was no one inside either. I hastily pulled out my phone, but no matter how many times I dialed, it kept telling me that the number I was trying to reach was temporarily unavailable.

  I slammed my phone onto Mom's bed, only to find that the quilt hadn't been folded and the computer in the corner was still on. This wasn't like the style of two old people at all. I touched the bed, it was icy cold, apparently they had gotten up for a long time. I walked to the computer, my heart suddenly sank: what was displayed on the screen was exactly that idiot Mao's serialized novel "The Old Mansion" on Tianya Forum.

  How did Dad and Mom know about this article on the internet? Is it related to that phone call last night? But now these are not so important, I just want to know where they are right now. Although I told them before that there is an old house in the deep mountains, other things were not told to them. Now after reading this article, they must also know that I am trapped in a situation that cannot be solved, with their concern for me, they will definitely think of ways to help me, but what can they do? Nothing in the room is missing, where did they go?

  I couldn't sit still any longer, my first reaction was to immediately go to the public security bureau to report the case. On the way, I kept making phone calls, but they were all temporarily unavailable. When I arrived at the public security bureau, the staff member who received me listened to my account and helplessly told me that if it hadn't exceeded 4 hours, no case could be filed. Then he advised me to go back home and wait patiently, saying that maybe the two old people would return home in a little while.

  I don't know how to explain all this to him, he must think I'm crazy, and it won't help me get their assistance. In the end, I can only leave my contact information and rush to the mobile company. The two old men's phone bills are paid by me, and I know their mobile passwords. Now the only hope is to go check who made that call last night.

  I have a classmate at the mobile company, and since I also know the phone password, it didn't take long to find out the number that was called that night to call my mom. I entered the number on the phone, and quickly displayed the location of the number, which is a place I am very familiar with, I have been there twice, where there is a mountain, and in the mountain there is a very large mansion.