C48 (2/2)

It was not late yet, not even eight o'clock. The sky had already turned completely dark. The light from Han Chunsheng's study shone on the bright red walls, making the atmosphere in the room somewhat strange.

Can reading a book in such an environment really get you into it?

I definitely couldn't do it. Even from so far away, I still felt an obvious sense of oppression. But Han Chunsheng, who was inside, was still enjoying it.

His study wasn't very big, but there was no problem for two or three people to read in it. Judging from today's observations, his wife, Zhang Yingying, had been in her bedroom reading the entire time and hadn't come to his study. She was probably not used to his study's bright red color either.

Although red represented passion and life, if one was really immersed in it, it would be hard to concentrate and read.

He waited until nine o'clock.

Inside the study room, Han Chunsheng put down his book and turned around to look at the ancient clock hanging on the wall behind him.

But when Han Chun Sheng looked back at the clock, his entire person had changed!

The book in his hand fell to the ground and his body began to tremble. He looked up at the red wall to the north and stood up.

I couldn't see his expression from this angle. I got out of the car and turned to the west, just in time to see the side of his face.

Han Chun Sheng's face was filled with fear, his face contorted from fear. He opened his eyes wide and pointed at the wall in front of him, as if something terrifying had appeared there.

I looked at the wall. Except for the bright red paint and the clock, there was nothing unusual about it.

On closer look, the clock's hands were pointing to a position at nine o'clock. The clock didn't look wrong at all, but Han Chunsheng's eyes weren't focused on the clock. He was looking at the whole scarlet wall under the clock.

The problem was that there was nothing wrong with the wall …

From Han Chun Sheng's reaction, I could tell that a ghost that I couldn't see had appeared on the wall. This ghost must be very ferocious, with a face full of bloody teeth.

Han Chun Sheng's mouth was wide open as he pointed at the wall, as if he was cursing or begging.

The usually gentle Han Chun Sheng was completely changed. His hair was scratched into a mess, the veins on his neck were exposed, his face distorted from fear, and his body trembled violently …

Soon, he crouched down and hid himself in a corner by the window with his hands on his head. His face was filled with pain …

I still didn't understand what had happened to him, but I knew that he must have been greatly shocked.

He couldn't just watch from the sidelines like this anymore!

He gave Xu Haoqing a call. After explaining the situation, he immediately walked towards Han Chunsheng's house.

When I hung up the phone and walked towards his house, I saw a worried Zhang Yingying appear in his study. She quickly walked to Han Chunsheng's side after entering the room, squatted down and caressed his face, but Han Chunsheng was still extremely terrified.

He pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before hearing Zhang Yingying's voice, ”Shujing? What are you doing here so late? ”

Her voice was filled with worry and anxiety. She was worrying about Han Chunsheng.

”Hurry and open the door, I'm looking for Director Han.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Yingying's voice came from a distance away, ”It's Shu Jing. Let him in?”

Without hearing Han Chunsheng's response, another ten seconds passed. The door opened and Zhang Yingying's expression was very ugly, asking me what matter I have with Han Chunsheng.

”Let's enter the house first.” I pushed open the door, but Zhang Yingying didn't stop me.

”Where's Director Han?” I asked, pretending to be.

Zhang Yingying glanced at the study room and hesitantly said, ”Chunsheng is reading in the study room …”

Just as he finished speaking, Han Chunsheng's voice suddenly came from inside the study, ”Help …” ”Don't come over here. Go away, get lost …”

His voice was so dominated by fear that it was almost impossible to tell that he was speaking.

Ignoring Zhang Yingying's reaction, I ran towards the study room and pushed open the door.

Han Chun Sheng was still curling up in a corner by the window, shivering. He covered his eyes with one hand and pointed at the wall in front of him with the other. He was insane.

”Director Han, are you alright? It's me …”

Walking up to Han Chunsheng, he squatted on the floor and shivered. I took his hand that was pointing to the wall and felt the sweat on his palm.

At the same time, he turned his head to look at the wall. Apart from the bright red paint and the clock, there was nothing abnormal on the wall.

Where were the demons and ghosts?

”Director Han, are you alright? Say something, it's me, Shu Jing …” I repeat.

Han Chun Sheng, who was being held by my hand, seemed to understand my words. He took his left hand away from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes to look at me.

His eyes were filled with fear, his body was shaking violently, his forehead was full of sweat, and the muscles on his face were all twitching.

He was greatly shocked.