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"Since then, I have been spying on my dad silently, paying close attention to his every word and deed. His life is very regular, and he goes to the company early every day. It is said that this is his business, and it doesn't matter what time he thinks. But every morning at six o’clock, he goes out, rain or shine, and doesn’t come back until he can’t see his fingers at night. He is obviously hiding from his family. Moreover, his words and deeds are very strange, and he hardly communicates with us. In his spare time, he either writes with a brush or reads animal world."

"Look at the animal world?" I was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Yes." Peng Gang said: "He especially likes to watch columns like animals, including domestic animal world, foreign national geographic and so on. As long as there are animals on TV, he will sit upright and watch them engrossed. Often he can I watched it for a long time. I really don’t understand, what’s so interesting about tigers and lions eating, mating and drinking water.”

I knocked on the table, feeling a little lost, what kind of routine is this?

"Does your father have other abnormal behaviors? Apart from disgusting sex life, watching the animal world, and being autistic. To be honest, Peng Gang, what you said doesn't explain anything. Men will also go through menopause, and when they reach a certain age, they will lose their temper." Irritability and abnormal personality, I think it is also reasonable."

Peng Gang smiled: "I'm going to tell you something abnormal, even a little scary."

I opened my notebook and picked up my pen.

"That day, I wanted to have a face-to-face exchange with my dad. Although he survived the catastrophe, he lived from death to life, but he couldn't be so self-willed and careless about other people's feelings. I didn't notify in advance, so I came directly to his The company. When I went to the office and found that he was not there, I asked the secretary. The secretary seemed very flustered and said that my dad had gone to see a client. It's so weird, could it be that he raised a child outside? It's a mistress."

I raised my eyebrows, what Peng Gang thought was not unreasonable.

"When I think of my mother, who has worked so hard to manage the family, there is no credit or hard work. My father actually raised a mistress outside, and I was about to explode at that time. I patted the secretary's desk and yelled at the little girl. This The girl is quite sensible, after all, this is our family matter, and it's not good for her to get involved too much. Then she said tremblingly, every afternoon at three o'clock, Boss Peng has to go to the secret room to rest, and said that no one should disturb her. "

Speaking of this, Peng Gang shivered a little, picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

"I was really impulsive at the time, and my brain was so hot that I forced her to lead me to find it. After all, I am the young boss, and talking is still useful. The back door of the company is the secret staircase of the office building. I know there is such a place but I have never gone. No. This staircase is a safe passage. There has been no accident in this building for more than ten years, and it has long been abandoned. The lights in the corridor are not working, and the stairs are twisted and twisted. It is very dark. The little secretary dared not go, and told me, The boss goes down this staircase every day, and there seems to be a basement below. I didn’t know what fear was at the time, and I was very impulsive, so I wanted to confront my dad to find out. I went back to the company and got a flashlight to go down. The little secretary grabbed me and coyly said, if the boss asks, don't say I said it. I waved my hand and said, you should busy yourself, it's none of your business. Then I went down."

I blinked quickly when I heard that, and quickly asked, "And then?"

The staircase in front of me was very dark, and the end seemed to extend into the boundless darkness.Peng Gang turned on the flashlight, leaned on the wall, and walked down cautiously.No one has been here for a long time, the tentacles are full of dust, Peng Gang glanced at the road he walked, and the wall is full of his own handprints.Those handprints were so clear that he felt a chill running down his back, and then he regretted it, he shouldn't be so reckless.But when I went back, I was afraid that the little secretary would make fun of me, so I bit the bullet and walked down.

Fortunately, Big Brother Peng's company is on the fourth floor of the office building, and the journey is not very long, but walking in such an empty and narrow staircase, every minute and every second is like torture, and there is no concept of time at all.At the junction of the upper and lower stairs, there is a small revolving platform.The platforms on each floor are full of sundries left over from unknown ages, broken chairs and tables, desk lamps without lampshades, plastic bags and woven bags, all kinds of piles.

There is actually an old sofa on the platform of the second floor and the first floor.

Under the dim light of the flashlight, the sofa was very dilapidated, the outer cover was dark yellow, and the springs and cotton were exposed.This is nothing, the most frightening thing is that a large area is sunken on the sofa, and there is actually a vague human shape.Seeing this scene, Peng Gang was almost suffocated. He stood on the stairs blankly, his legs seemed to be unconscious, unable to take a step.

The light of the flashlight shrouded the shape of that person for a long time, Peng just regained consciousness and was able to think.He suddenly had a weird thought, could the figure on the sofa be his father lying down?

This underground staircase is so scary, who can come for a walk without anything, and his father is the only one.He couldn't help imagining a picture in his mind, father Peng Liang, sleeping alone on this broken sofa in the dark.His eyes were closed tightly, and his face was as pale as a corpse.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. After pondering for a long time, he decided to continue to investigate further.Because I don't know if I have the courage to do it again.

Turn around the first floor, and then below is the basement.To his surprise, a lot of sundries were piled up at the top of the stairs, blocking the stairs below.

He felt more and more that it was not easy here.At the critical moment, this kid had the relentless determination to move forward. He held the flashlight in his mouth, supported the sundries with both hands, and jumped over.

The stairs below cannot be described as dark, but pitch black, so black that you can't see your fingers!There was only the faint light of the flashlight in front of my eyes.He took a deep breath and slowly descended the stairs.

There is no sound at all here, and the silence is maddening.When it was near the bottom, there was the sound of water droplets.At this time, he had come to the end, and in front of him was a dilapidated iron gate, which was covered with rust, and there was actually a large Chinese character "福" pasted on the gate.

He held the handle, hesitated for a long time, and pulled gently.This door should be opened frequently, and there is no dry friction sound at the door hinge, and it seems very quiet.When the door opened a crack, music came from inside.

"Music? What music?" I was really engrossed in listening to it, stretched my waist, and asked.

"I can't describe it." Peng Gang said: "The piano accompaniment is very soothing, the low and high pitches are patchwork, it sounds like sofa music. Do you know sofa music?"

I scratched my head: "Not sure, as the name suggests, it may be casual music."

"Yes. Imagine yourself sitting on a large sofa facing the sea with spring flowers blooming, the sea breeze blowing, holding a glass of gently shaking red wine in your hand, and listening to soothing and warm music. This kind of music is called a sofa music."

"Is your dad listening to this music? Oh, I see, maybe he's too stressed, so he hides in the basement and listens to soothing music to relieve his tense nerves." I said.

Peng Gang looked at me: "Old Liu, you have to know that sometimes a peaceful thing can become scary in a different environment. For example, when you go to an abandoned haunted house and suddenly see a man in pajamas How do you feel, little girl?"

"You mean..." I thought about it: "This kind of music sounds good on its own, but if you put it in the environment you experienced, it will become very scary?"

He pointed at me, didn't speak, just nodded heavily.

I take this very seriously. There was a neighbor in the old building where I lived before I moved, and the whole family called them Buddhists.I visited his house once, and when I entered the door, I heard the sound of "Nima Nima" Buddhist music and chanting sutras. The house was filled with the smell of Buddha. His wife was wearing a nun's clothes and was sitting in the living room knocking wooden fish.You can imagine, an old lady in her 50s, with a greasy yellow face, angry eyebrows and eyes, knocking on the wooden fish with the sound of Buddha, and looking at you with weird eyes from time to time, that kind of occasion is really indescribable Creepy.Originally very orthodox and majestic, the sound of the Buddha changed to such an environment, which made people feel scared.

"If you keep listening, you will know why I am afraid." Peng Gang said.

Peng Gang's curiosity at the time completely overwhelmed his fear. He carefully pushed open the iron door and walked in.The space inside is very large, and it is very cold, and you can hear the whistling wind in the distance.Peng Gang didn't dare to use the flashlight to light up again, so he turned off the flashlight and looked along the sound. Not far away, there was a light.The light is hidden behind a pile of dark sundries, making it hard to see clearly.

He intuitively felt that there must be someone there.

He walked in that direction cautiously, the music floated in the huge underground space, accompanied by the piano sound in the background and a man's warm and deep voice: "... Please relax your body and mind during the whole process... Take a deep breath with my voice ...and your body and mind will become more and more relaxed when you take a deep breath..."

This voice sounded very warm, but in this scene, there was an indescribably demonic atmosphere, very evil.And this kind of evil is hard to describe, like a stone stuck in my heart, goose bumps all over my body.

The man's voice gradually disappeared, and it was completely accompanied by the piano, occasionally mixed with some voices, like a group of people chanting in a low voice, not knowing what to say.

Not to mention Peng Gang, even I, a listener, felt a little cold when imagining the scene at that time.With a trembling voice, I asked, "Didn't your dad join some church or underworld?"

Peng Gang said, "You mean evil..."

I nodded: "I heard that there are some doomsday religions in foreign countries, which preach doomsday theory. If you think about it, your father went to the underworld from birth to death. Maybe he will believe in something after he lives."

Peng Gang shook his head: "What you said is actually the same as that Mr. Li. He also guessed that way at the time, but I don't think so. Listen to me."

Peng Gang got closer and closer, and finally saw what was going on with the bright spot.There is a portable desk lamp on the ground, and there is a player next to it, playing that piece of music.And his father, Peng Liang, was lying curled up on a ragged blanket.The blanket was so dirty it couldn't see its original color, and it smelled disgusting.His dad turned his back to the outside, hunched over like a baby, with his hands wrapped around his knees.

Peng Gang didn't dare to breathe when he saw it, it was too weird.He felt that it was not good to bump into his father's inhumane secret.After hesitating for a moment, let's go out first.He turned around and was about to leave, but because it was too dark, he stepped on a broken pot and made a harsh "clang" sound.

His father reacted quickly, sat up suddenly, turned off the player, turned off the desk lamp, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into extreme darkness.

Peng Gang was almost suffocated, and he didn't dare to move. He was so nervous that his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

And he also felt that his father also kept his sitting position and did not move.

The father and son looked at each other in the darkness, still like a statue.