This NPC really has a problem

The long staircase seemed endless.

The flickering candlelight was the only light in the corridor. Mr. Lu hardly made a sound when he walked. The only sound other than the faint crackling of candle oil came from the movement on the third floor.There can be heard the sound of kicking the door, and some sharp shouts with strange tones.

Mr. Lu was not walking fast. When he stepped on the second floor, the sound on the third floor suddenly disappeared, and the last sound was the soft sound of the door closing carefully.

Mr. Lu came to the third floor, knocked on the door of the guest room closest to the stairs, and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"

No one came to the room to open the door.

Mr. Lu waited quietly outside the door for a while. He didn't wait for the door to open, but he waited until the light went out.

He didn't hear the sound of turning off the lights, presumably the people in the room tiptoed and turned them off carefully.

The people inside are pretending to be asleep.

After guessing the thoughts of the guests, Mr. Lu couldn't help smiling.They did not take into account that the light in the corridor was out, and in the corridor where there was only one candle, the light from the guest room door could be seen clearly.

There is a key in Mr. Lu's coat pocket, which can open the locks in most of the rooms in this cottage, including two guest rooms.Mr. Lu was concerned about the sound of kicking the door upstairs, and wanted to open the door to see what was going on in the guest room, but in the end he put the key already in his hand back into his pocket.

Forget it, Mr. Lu thought, it might scare people.

The guests this time were different from those he had seen before, and Mr. Lu couldn't tell what was different, it was just an intuition.This intuition always pops up inadvertently, without reason, and sometimes Mr. Lu even feels that he is different from the past self in his memory.

Mr. Lu subconsciously did not delve into these anomalies.At some point, the door of the other guest room was also closed. When Mr. Lu looked around, he smelled a vague smell of blood.

The smell of blood was very faint, because he cleaned it up during the day.

Mr. Lu walked to the grocery store, took out the key and locked the door from the outside.

……

The next day.

After finishing breakfast, Mr. Lu politely went to the third floor and knocked on the door to inform the guests. The voices of the guests responded to him with unmistakable sleepiness, which was enough to make Mr. Lu guess how they were huddled under the covers with their eyes closed.

Mr. Lu just asked casually. The breakfast was just reheated noodles that were not finished last night, and it was not enough for five people.Given the rest frequency of the guests these days, Mr. Lu did not expect them to wake up.

After finishing his breakfast, he cleaned up and down the hut, and then went to the study.There is no entertainment in the hut behind the snow-covered mountains. With no TV, no computer, and weak signal, only reading, a very traditional activity, can pass the time.

The tragic ending of the novel I just read yesterday made Mr. Lu very sad every time he thought about it. Today he found a serious sociology book and filled the pen with ink. He sat behind the desk and looked like he was going to study hard and take notes .However, the reality was that he was turning the pages faster and faster, and the nib of the pen stopped at the top of the blank space, and he felt unable to write. Half an hour later, Mr. Lu put the book back on the shelf with a blank expression.

Sure enough, he still prefers more popular books.

Mr. Lu picked and picked in front of the bookshelves, and finally picked out a notebook.It was purely accidental to notice the notebook hidden in the gap between two brick books. Mr. Lu took out the notebook out of curiosity that there was such a thin book in his study, and he couldn’t remember the bookshelf after thinking for a long time. When did you stuff a notebook in the past?

The notebook is a soft copy with only [-] or [-] pages, and the cover is crumpled, as if it has been grabbed by someone, and it cannot be ruled out that the traces left by violence were inserted into the gaps in the book.

Mr. Lu opened the book casually, and unexpectedly found that there were words in it.

Mr. Lu frowned.

He has never used this kind of thin soft copy, and he is also used to taking notes on the books he reads.

Mr. Lu turned the page back and started from the beginning.

There are mostly short sentences on paper, and three or two lines is half a day.

"Xiaoyao invited me to go mountain climbing on weekends. She will go with her boyfriend. She said that just the two of them are a little lonely and boring..." Mr. Lu read out the words in his notes lightly, "I agree , I haven't gone out with Zhong Nian for nearly a month, I really miss the time when I first fell in love with him every day."

The handwriting is beautiful, and it looks like it was written by a woman.

Mr. Lu suddenly felt that the mountain mentioned in the note was where he was now.

With a glance at ten lines, Mr. Lu hastily scanned a large piece of the author's preparations before climbing the mountain, and her nostalgia for her past love life with her boyfriend.

His reading speed slowed down after the author entered the mountain.

[This is the first time for me to climb such a mountain. This mountain has not been designated as a scenic spot, and there are very few travelers.Xiaoyao told me that there are even large beasts in the depths of the mountains, so we only act on the outskirts of the mountains.

Now that we have reached the foot of the mountain, I see a white patch on the top of the mountain, which should be snow. 】

[Rest now on the mountainside.

Xiaoyao’s boyfriend said not to go up any further. It’s winter now, and there have been several snowfalls on the top of the mountain. We didn’t wear too much clothes and didn’t bring professional climbing equipment. It would be dangerous to climb any further.

Zhong Nian still wanted to continue, but what Mr. Liu said made sense, so he didn't insist. 】

Maybe it was because I was tired after climbing the mountain and because it was too cold outside, the handwriting was a little crooked, but the next paragraph was neat.

[Today's experience was really thrilling.

I didn't expect it to snow... This unreliable weather forecast.There were only a few patches of snow at the beginning, but it fell heavily after a while. What's worse, the heavy snow seriously blocked our sight and we got lost in the mountains.

It was getting darker and darker, but there was no way out. I almost cried several times. I really thought I was going to die in the mountains.

I didn't expect to find someone in the mountains... Fortunately, someone took us in. Mr. Lu is really a good person. 】

"Huh?" Mr. Lu uttered a syllable in a daze.

Mr. Lu...why are you talking about him so much?

The heavy snow that has sealed off the mountain, the family in the mountain, the owner surnamed Lu, really resembles him too much.

Mr. Lu then flipped through the notes.

[Record a little more daily before going to bed.

The guest room arranged by Mr. Lu was on the third floor. Although the room was not big, it was cleaned very cleanly. The soft bed seemed to smell like the sun.

After climbing the mountain for a day, and looking for the way out of the mountain for so long, I feel that my bones are about to fall apart, and I feel so tired that I will fall asleep when I go to bed.Well, let's go to bed when Zhong Nian comes back from the shower.The faucet in the bathroom was frozen. When I washed it, I probably used the water left in the pipe. When it was Zhong Nian's turn, the water stopped coming out.

Fortunately, the water in the bathroom at the end of the third floor can be used. 】

Mr. Lu turned a page and was stunned the moment he saw the handwriting.

The crooked and distorted strokes seem to have been written when the writer's hands were trembling, and some places even scratched the pages by accident, making it look uneasy and ominous.

[Zhong Nian is dead, Zhong Nian is dead!

How could this be... The man holding the hammer is Mr. Lu, right? It must be him!

Apart from Zhong Nian, the only men here are Liu Cheng and Mr. Lu...Xiaoyao's room door opened, and there was blood all over the floor...

To escape in such weather is to die!There was no lock on the room on the first floor, so I fled into the study and locked the door.

Please... stop the snow quickly, stop quickly!

If I stay here, I will definitely be killed by that lunatic! 】

[I don't know what to do, it seems that only non-stop writing can make me calm down.

Why did it become like this, obviously we just went out to travel happily, why did we encounter such a thing!

I can not be reconciled!I don't want to die yet! ! ! 】

[I heard footsteps, he is outside the door.

It's all right, it's going to be all right, and when the snow stops, I'll escape through the window. 】

[...He has the key.

I am done. 】

Mr. Lu closed his notebook in a daze.

...Why is the matter recorded above so familiar, as if that Mr. Lu is him?

wrong!

Mr. Lu was so shocked that he almost threw the notebook on the ground.

This Mr. Lu is him!