reach out,

Touch the switch,

Open,

"Pop" sound,

The lights are on.

Karen continued walking down and came to the basement.

The perception of "terrible" often does not come from the actual object, but from "self-imagination".

When renovating the basement of Immelais' house, you would certainly not be so foolish as to design it according to a "gloomy" and "depressive" atmosphere. But at night, even if your walls are painted Barbie pink, as long as you know that there is something lying inside

You won't feel "warm" or "cute" if you look at two corpses.

The crying continues.

It came from Aunt Mary's studio.

Karen walked to the door of the studio, which was unlocked...because you couldn't think of the need to lock it.

Karen stopped and did not turn the door handle in a hurry. Instead, he turned back and looked behind him.

The corridor behind him was not dark because there were lights, but the spiral ramp from the basement to the first floor was still dark, making it hard to see clearly.

close your eyes,

Take a deep breath,

Karen wishes she could smell the sweetness of hot milk,

It's a pity that he doesn't have a dog nose.

Think of dogs,

Karen lowered his head and glanced,

The golden retriever, who had been very enthusiastic because he let it into the house, did not go down to the basement with him;

What a dog that doesn't deserve deep love.

reach out,

Hold the door handle;

In an instant,

As if the "channel" was suddenly switched, a sense of trance came over, not strong, but its existence could be clearly perceived;

immediately,

The "crying" in the studio stopped abruptly.

Karen turned around again. The light bulb in the aisle above her head still maintained its normal brightness.

"Click..."

twist the handle,

open the door,

Reach out again, touch the switch button next to the door as quickly as possible, and press it immediately;

"Pa..."

The lights in the studio are on.

Light,

plenty of light,

It can bring great psychological comfort to people.

On two stretchers in the studio, Jeff and Mr. Mosan were lying respectively.

Jeff put makeup on his face to make him look "glossy".

It can be seen that it is a little heavy, and the hair has been combed into a middle part and applied with hairspray. It looks... extra energetic. I guess Jeff has never been so energetic in his lifetime.

Mr. Mossang looks a lot more "normal". He doesn't put on heavy makeup but pays more attention to details and nature. He looks like he is really sleeping soundly.

Aunt Mary fully "favours one and favors the other" when working; the difference between welfare forms and normal forms is reflected here.

Of course, if Aunt Mary had known in advance that Mr. Mosan's children planned to cremate him, Mr. Mosan might really be more "pretty" than the young man next to him, Jeff.

Karen walked past Jeff. The previous cry had an old feel to it. It was obviously not coming from a young man like "Jeff". It could only be... Mr. Mosan.

But after standing in front of Mr. Moissan,

Karen only saw Mr. Moissan lying there quietly, and there were no other "heresies".

He reached out and dragged a round stool with wheels next to him, sat down, and put his feet up on the lower railing of the stretcher.

Karen tilted her head slightly,

He just kept staring at Mr. Moissan.

at the same time,

From the corner of my eye, I would occasionally look through the open door of the office and pay attention to the corridor... well, mainly the slope at the end of the corridor.

Time passes by for a quarter of an hour.

For this quarter of an hour, everything was calm.

Is it a human or a ghost,

Show yourself,

Give me some reaction?

Karen sighed and prepared to leave. A warm bed was more attractive at night.

get up,

When walking past Mr. Moissan,

Karen noticed that the button on Mr. Mosan's neck was unzipped, and he subconsciously reached out to help tie it back.

However,

Just when his fingertips touched the skin of Mr. Moissan’s neck,

Karen suddenly felt dizzy.

This feeling was like being dizzy from smoke, and my body staggered a bit.

Karen immediately stabilized his body and leaned his back against the wall.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sound of choking came again.

Karen immediately raised her head,

Directly in front of him, Mr. Mossang was still lying there;

But in the diagonal corner, there seemed to be another figure huddled in the corner with his knees in his arms, crying.

Seeing this scene, Karen didn't scream in fear. He actually had enough psychological preparation;

And for Karen, seeing a "ghost" is much better than "not seeing a ghost";

If the latter is the case, he has to wonder if there is something wrong with his "brain" and "spirit".

Therefore, compared to "I am a psychopath", Karen is still more inclined to accept "this is a neurotic world".

"Mr. Moissan?"

Karen made an inquiring voice to the figure huddled in the corner.

But that figure didn't seem to hear it at all, and didn't make any response. It was still sobbing on its own.

Karen stood up and walked towards Mr. Moissan, but his "sight" formed a kind of "isolation" from "reality". When he walked towards Mr. Moissan, the distance between the two parties did not change.

It's getting closer, but it's always staying constant.

When Karen's face was almost touching the opposite wall,

Mr. "Mossan" is still curled up in the "far" corner.

The "ghost" scene has not frightened Karen until now, and this "supernatural constant distance" has given Karen a desire to explore.

"So, what I saw was not real?"

After saying this, Karen bit her lower lip.

"I said nonsense."

Immediately afterwards,

Karen tried to spread his hands and slowly moved his position.
To be continued...