C39 (1/2)

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. In my sleep, I felt that the cry was sometimes distant and sometimes close, sometimes like a whisper in my ear, sometimes like the sound of a distant sky.

This was the cry of a baby. It sounded like a year old, and the cry was extremely miserable, causing one's heart to ache.

Sometimes, when he was crying, the voice would suddenly stop. Then, it would stop and turn into laughter. He looked very happy.

I sat up and shook my head, carefully listening to the sounds around me. The strange thing was, the surroundings were peaceful, so quiet that even a needle falling on the ground could be heard. Where did the baby's crying come from?

The yard I lived in was the last yard in Flowery Lane, and there was no house behind it, only a house in front of it, which seemed to be empty, and no one lived in it, as if I had seen it during the day, and the door to the house was locked and the lock had rusted, and it was clear that no one had lived there for a long time.

This baby's crying sounds really strange, could it be that I'm dreaming? But this dream always saw some scenes, and I was dreaming about hearing the baby cry, this is too strange.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of what Fan Lao Er had told me before he left. He said that once a person dies in this courtyard, they must remember to burn incense. I originally thought nothing of these matters, so I only listened to him for the time being.

I shook my head, thinking that I was overthinking things. Maybe it was because I was under a lot of pressure recently and was busy looking for a job that I had such a dream.

I comforted myself, then lay down again and went back to sleep.

I worked during the day and ran for a long distance. I was really tired, so as soon as I lay down, I fell asleep in a daze.

But not long after I went to sleep, I heard some strange noises again. This time, it wasn't the crying of a baby, but footsteps coming from inside the hall. It seemed like a woman was walking. Drip, drip, drip. He continued to move about in the living room without stopping.

I woke up again and sat up in bed, my ears perked up to listen to what was going on outside. But there was still silence around me, and there was no sound from the hall. I waited for a long time, but I still didn't hear anything.

'This is really strange. Why can't I hear anything once I lie down? When I sit up and listen carefully, I can't hear anything when I sit up.'

I think there must be something odd about this.

I couldn't sleep anymore, so I bravely got out of bed, turned on the light, and headed towards the living room with my phone. I used the blue light from the phone to look around the room, but didn't see anything, so I just shook my head and returned to my bedroom.

I looked at my phone. It was already past one in the morning, and I was awake, but I couldn't sleep.

Returning back to bed, I felt the chilliness in the room and breathed in the slightly moldy air. It was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

I just sat there, my ears pricked up as I listened to what was going on around me. I wanted to hear if the strange sounds would come again.

However, the voice never appeared again.