Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 118 Burn my fuse, right?
Du Haoyang closed his eyes, listening to the voices coming from his ears, feeling a little at a loss.

He had already read that paragraph over and over many times, and Du Haoyang gradually became a little bored from the novelty at the beginning.

Coupled with the unknown ointment, and the reason why he didn't sleep well last night, Du Haoyang's mind became dizzy and he was about to fall asleep.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a lighter rang in Du Hao's ears, and at the same time, another strange smell came from the tip of his nose.

"Hiss... this taste..."

Du Haoyang felt a little familiar with this new smell. After thinking about it carefully, isn't this the smell that lingered in the interrogation room when he entered the interrogation room.

This fragrance penetrated into Du Haoyang's nose, and as it accumulated bit by bit, the pungent smell of "cool oil" gradually disappeared.

At the same time, the drowsiness in Du Haoyang's mind gradually dissipated.

Pretending to be dazed, Du Haoyang opened his eyes.

A man in a black robe leaned in front of him, holding a scroll of paper that he didn't know what it was, with a burning red light glowing above it.

"What is this again..."

Seeing that Du Haoyang opened his eyes, the man seemed to be distressed to death, and put the paper roll in his hand into the ashtray on the table and pressed it out.

And the young man in black robe who was in charge of asking himself before waved his palm in front of Du Haoyang's eyes, asking some questions while shaking.

It all came from the few words he just kept repeating.

Recalling the appearance of Uncle Zhao who passed him by when he just came in, Du Haoyang also showed a dull expression.

"Is it because of what Uncle Zhao looked like before?"

"This method is to forcibly modify my memory? Use this method to reduce the perception of grotesque appearance... Fortunately, the ointment did not have any effect on me, otherwise..."

Although he was thinking about it in his mind, Du Haoyang didn't show any flaws in his mouth.

Why did that person repeat it so many times just now?

"Okay...leave your name and contact information here, then go home and have a good rest. If there is still a need, we will contact you."

"Ding-"

The policeman, who had been invisible all the time, rang a bell, and then the policeman who had just brought him over pushed the door open and entered.

"Bring the next one here... Really, I have to work overtime early in the morning..."

A familiar old lady was brought over by a policeman. Before she went in, she looked at Du Haoyang with a puzzled expression on her face.

Du Haoyang naturally couldn't leave any flaws if he played the show to the end.

The door behind him closed slowly, and the voice of the young man in black came out from the crack of the door.

"This is the last one...Come on, come and sit down, let me ask you something..."

Hearing this, Du Haoyang quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, it was that person who was deceiving us just now, but fortunately, no flaws were revealed... It can be considered as a muddle through."

"He said this to everyone, and he pretended to be dressed and wanted to get off work, just to let people relax their vigilance and cooperate with him more..."

The familiar policeman sent him back to the door, and then went to knock on the door of the next room.

Du Haoyang looked around. Uncle Zhao was chatting with several other familiar neighbors.

"It seems that the effect of the medicine has passed, and I don't need to pretend anymore."

Shaking his head, shaking the smell left in his nasal cavity aside, Du Haoyang opened the door and returned to his room.

……

"That's right... what am I going to do when I go out..."

Du Haoyang closed the door and touched his nose.

"Fuck! I forgot to buy breakfast...Forget it, let's eat together at noon."

After yawning, Du Haoyang was about to go back to bed for a sleep, but just as he took off his shoes, he realized something was wrong.

"I remember, when I went out, I didn't seem to turn off the lights..."

The room was pitch-black, with only a sliver of sunlight shining in along the edge of the curtains, giving the curtains a faint outline.

Other than that, the room was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.

Du Haoyang's clothes, which were soaked just now, were still wet, yet another burst of cold sweat broke out.

Unbelievable, he groped towards the wall, and soon found the light switch.

pat-

Not lit.

pat-

It was still dark inside the house.

"Is the fuse blown... or, is it?"

Although a little light penetrated into the room through the curtains, the light in the room seemed to be absorbed, and it was strangely dark.

You know, normally, as long as the light shines into the room, even if it is only a little bit, it is impossible to achieve this situation.

The light coming in from the window barely covered the edges of the curtains.

In this weird situation, Du Haoyang could only think of the thing he put on the table this morning.

The black slate mirror frame, and that weird piece of glass.

With some thoughts, Du Haoyang looked over at this moment, and the darkness on the desktop was indeed the thickest in his room.

However, this may also be a psychological effect.

After trying again to press the headlight switch in the room to no avail, Du Haoyang took a deep breath.

"Although I don't know what happened, but this situation is obviously rare!"

Du Haoyang licked his lips, all the sleepiness just now disappeared, and he touched the door behind him with his backhand.

click-
The door was locked by Du Haoyang.

"Let me see where I keep my satchel..."

After the live broadcast last night, Du Haoyang unloaded those not-so-light equipment as soon as he returned to the room. He was too tired and didn't tidy up.

And my room is a small apartment, the entrance is not big, that is to say...

"At this!"

Du Haoyang bent over and picked up the satchel that he had left at his feet.

"Although the camera is not here, at least..."

Thinking of this, Du Haoyang pulled out a stick of incense from inside.

"There's not much left, I hope it's best not to use this one..."

Du Haoyang said no, but his body was very honest.

Holding the incense offering in one hand and the lighter in the other, Du Haoyang walked towards the window.

"At least there must be some light first, otherwise I am going to study that thing in the dark now, it is nothing more than looking for death."

The lighter in his hand exuded a faint light, and the flame, which was originally not bright, seemed to be extinguished at any time in the darkness.

It was also because of this that Du Haoyang did not dare to run fast.

One step, two steps, walking towards the window steadily.

To Du Haoyang's surprise, even though he walked past the desk, the expected attack did not come.

One step, two steps.

Du Haoyang was getting closer and closer to the window, but the uneasiness in his heart did not decrease at all.

We all know that danger is most terrifying when it has not yet appeared.

This is the case at this moment.

Du Haoyang stretched his finger towards the curtain.

puff-
A slight sound sounded in the room.

The lighter in Du Haoyang's hand went out instantly.

A gust of cool wind poured into Du Haoyang's collar.

"come yet?"

At this moment, the distance between the incense offering and the lighter is a bit far away. If something happens, it may be too late.

Du Haoyang bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly opened the curtains!

(End of this chapter)