Dou Jie also knew this photograph was bizarre. They had meticulously searched the bedroom on the first floor at the time, but found no photograph then.
"What should I do now?" Dou Jie asked the most critical question. The old man had survived a supernatural encounter; it surely wasn't just luck.
"I don't know." The old man averted his gaze, turning to look at the mourning portrait of the old woman. After a long pause, he rasped, "Perhaps my wife's spirit in heaven is watching over me, but since that incident, I've never gone back to that house."
With a dispirited demeanor, the old man ushered Dou Jie out of the bedroom. At the iron door, his frail fingers brushed lightly against the lock. With a sharp "clack," the final bolt was undone.
"Sir..."
Dou Jie instinctively wanted to say something more, but the old man didn't give him a chance. Under the cold gaze of that face, Dou Jie shrank his neck and sensibly walked out on his own.
