long night fire

"Then can I bring some more food?" Xiao Chong looked expectant.

This, coupled with his childish appearance, made Jiang Baimian and the others inexplicably soft-hearted.

And that's what they intended to do.

"It's simple." Shang Jianyao responded with a smile.

Xiao Chong immediately smiled, and pulled Shang Jianyao to the game console.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the "old tune group" who had other things left the apartment that Xiao Chong was renting.

"See you next time!" Shang Jian Yao reluctantly waved his hand.

"See you next time!" Xiao Chong said the same.

Back on the jeep, Long Yuehong exhaled and said:

"This kind of interpersonal communication is also very tiring."

"Where are you tired?" Shang Jianyao was puzzled.

"Of course you're not tired, you only need to play games!" Jiang Baimian snorted, "We still have to help Xiao Chong clean up the kitchen, the living room, and the bedroom."

It's like a babysitter.

Shang Jian Yao hesitated for a second and said:

"I can let you play games with him next time."

"Thank you!" Jiang Baimian replied with a smile.

She then said with emotion:

"Today's effect is not bad."

"Well, it can be seen that Xiao Chong's favor towards us has increased a lot." Bai Chen, who was driving, also felt that this visit had achieved his goal.

Jiang Baimian turned to look at Gnawa in the back row:

"Have you noticed anything unusual about Xiao Chong?"

Gnava shook his head.

……

No. 9 Harley Street, Jinmaisui District, downstairs of the apartment that Smith, a member of the Mirror Sect, rents.

"503... This house number always makes me have some bad associations." Long Yuehong said with a little fear.

Jiang Xiaoyue's room in the "Soul Corridor" is "503".

"This should be a pure coincidence, there seems to be no connection between the two." Jiang Baimian said after deliberation.

Of course, she didn't dare to be too sure.

everything is possible.

A group of five people maintained a vigilant attitude and slowly went up the stairs.

Arriving at the target floor, Shang Jianyao took a look at room 503 and said with a smile:

"There's no one."

Jiang Baimian nodded accordingly:

"There are no electrical signals from medium to large organisms."

The room was silent, and no sound came out.

Seeing this, Long Yuehong asked:

"Wait a while, or find a way to go in and see if there are any clues?"

Before Jiang Baimian answered, Shang Jianyao had already "criticized" Long Yuehong:

"That's impolite!"

"Well, we are inquiring about things from the Mirror Sect, and we are not against them. There is no need to do such a thing." Jiang Baimian sided with Shang Jianyao this time.

"I'm actually more inclined to wait." Long Yuehong defended herself in a low voice.

Therefore, the "Old Tune Group" chose to wait.

This waited for several hours, and the sky was completely dark.

Chapter 123 Ritual

"Is this already moved?" Long Yuehong asked doubtfully as she looked at the entrance of the apartment illuminated by the light of the street lights in the multi-purpose vehicle parked on the side of the street.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and several members of the "Old Tune Group" had already had dinner in turn, but Smith hadn't come back yet.

—the place where they waited was outside the apartment, not in front of Smith's room.If these five people were all squatting there, it would definitely scare the passing residents.

Anyway, with Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian's current sensing range, they can also monitor whether there is anyone in the corresponding room downstairs on the street.

Hearing Long Yuehong's words, Shang Jianyao heaved a sigh of relief:

"It looks like it hasn't moved away."

Jiang Baimian glared at this guy:

"Go up and ask Smith's neighbors, you can't wait so stupidly."

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were in charge of the inquiry. They were relatively inconspicuous in the team and would not arouse the vigilance of the apartment residents.

Room 502.

It was a woman who opened the door. After seeing clearly that the visitor was a stranger, she slammed the door shut before Bai Chen could speak.

"Won't she use the cat's eyes to observe first?" Long Yuehong said slightly aggrieved.

He was all ready to ask.

Bai Chen looked at the cat's eye above the door lock:

"It should have been broken."

After ten seconds, the door opened again.

The person standing at the door turned into a mature man.

He was wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt. Although the clothes were old, there were no traces of mending.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

When Long Yuehong smiled, Bai Chen pointed to Room 503:

"We are friends of Smith. We came to look for him today, but he never came back. Do you know where he went?"

"Him?" The middle-aged man thought about it for a while, "He's sometimes very late, so wait a little longer."

"Okay." Bai Chen nodded, "Thank you."

In the process of going down the stairs, Long Yuehong asked puzzledly:

"What on earth is it that keeps him late at times?"

"Receive the salary and enjoy it; participate in the activities of the sect; be a temporary teacher, take care of evening school students..." Bai Chen cited many possibilities.

They quickly brought the information to Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and Gnawa, and everyone unanimously decided to wait until the early morning.

The law and order in Jinmaisui District is obviously better than that in Green Olive District, and the streets are cleaner, creating a quiet atmosphere in the dark night.

The pattering rain fell, making the light of the street lamps on both sides dim.

When it was close to 11 o'clock, a man came from around the corner, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a kraft paper bag in the other.

He is thin, four or five centimeters shorter than Long Yuehong, wearing a flaxen shirt and khaki loose trousers, with sunken eye sockets, browner skin, and a clean shaven beard.

It was a man of plain appearance, but of mixed Red River and Red Bank descent, which fit Flinton's description of Smith.

Seeing this person enter the apartment, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" suddenly perked up.

Gnawa also returned from power saving mode.

After a minute or two, Shang Jianyao laughed:

"There are people in the room."

"But why didn't he turn on the light?" Long Yuehong glanced at the window of room 503.

The lights there were not lit.

"To save electricity." Bai Chen gave his own explanation.

"Then let's go up and visit Smith." Jiang Baimian didn't let Gnava stay behind. After all, the other party was involved in a religious organization, and no one knew if there would be any accidents.

And with an intelligent robot like Gnava following, the fault tolerance rate of the "Old Tune Group" will be significantly improved.

Coming back to the fifth floor of the apartment, Shang Jianyao volunteered to knock on the door.

—They've tried it before, and the doorbell in room 503 is either broken or has no batteries.

The bang bang was repeated three times, and there was no movement behind the door.

"His bioelectric signal is still there, but it's stopped at the original position, motionless." Jiang Baimian said with a frown.

Shang Jian Yao nodded:

"So is his consciousness."

"Shouldn't be falling asleep so soon..." Long Yuehong was suddenly frightened by her guess, "Could something happen?"

Although he thinks that it is probably not such a coincidence, the "Old Tune Group" has encountered many coincidences for so long.

Shang Jianyao knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement inside.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a while, then winked at Bai Chen.

Bai Chen took out a piece of wire that he carried with him, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it a few times.

The door opened silently.

It was dark inside the room, only the faint light from the window illuminated the outline of the wall.

On a rainy night there is no moon and no stars.

"In the bedroom." Jiang Baimian said in a low voice.

It can be seen that there is a little yellow light overflowing from the crack of the bedroom door.

The four human members of the "Old Tune Group" each drew their pistols and walked towards the inner room with a slight bend.

As they marched, they naturally formed a battle formation.

Gnava came last, walking on tiptoe, fearful of making unnecessary noise.

The bedroom door was unlocked, just ajar.

After glancing at Jiang Baimian and the others who were already in their positions, Shang Jianyao stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The situation inside quickly caught their eyes:

A wooden bed is placed next to the curtained window, and there is a table in front of it, and a large rectangular mirror stands on the table.

At this time, in the dark room, the only light source came from two white candles in front of the mirror.

They shook the yellowish fire light slightly, and reflected their own figures in the mirror.

Sitting at the table, looking at the mirror and candles was the man in the linen shirt from before.

He wears full-face headphones on his head, leans on a brown paper bag at his feet, and holds a red apple in his hand, slowly peeling the skin.

Late at night near the early morning, in a room where no one else was around, such a man was sitting in front of the mirror, facing a candle, and peeling an apple.

Such a scene caused Long Yuehong to feel uncontrollably horrified.

He felt something weird.

Feeling the wind blowing in, the man turned his head and looked towards the door.

"Who are you?" He jumped up, gestured with the fruit knife in his hand and asked.

It was obvious that he was terrified.

This instantly dissipated the spiritual atmosphere in the room.