His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Brother, you run too quickly, don't you?

Su Zhe groaned in his heart, trembling himself.

The wall in the elevator room cannot be a non-load-bearing wall. After all, the other side is outside. Su Zhe never thought that he could kick his foot into the wall. After staying for a few seconds, he whispered: "Did I step on something?" Time and space gate?"

Looking over to the north, the words "psychopathy" were clearly written in his eyes, but he did not say it out of his mouth.

Su Zhe carefully pulled his foot back, only to realize that it was not that he had stepped on the wall, but that there was something like an insulation layer on the surface of the wall. Since this wall was sunken, it was not parallel to other walls, and there were no other floors. It is impossible to judge whether an extra layer has been added to the surface.He simply didn't do anything, peeled off the entire surface, revealing the real wall.

It was a talisman covering an entire wall. Su Zhe was at a loss when he saw it. He only felt that every stroke was like a tadpole. He had to look at the people around him.

Xiang Bei's expression was unprecedentedly serious, and his brows were furrowed. After a few seconds, he walked up to stroke the red brush strokes and said, "This is blood cinnabar."

"What are you doing?" Su Zhe asked.

"It's a magic circle." Xiang Bei said softly, pointing his fingers at the curved strokes while explaining, "Walking, lying, walking, forward, walking, caressing...these all have designated meanings."

Su Zhe understood after a little thought: "You mean, this human-shaped water stain is actually controlled by the magic circle?"

"Yes." Xiang Bei said, "No wonder nothing was found out last night. The magic circle itself is not malicious. It is just like a projector to express information. It does not exist, so naturally it cannot be found out."

Su Zhe was confused now: "Could it be that the murders over the years are really a coincidence? No, isn't there such an inexplicable thing here that further proves that the murders are not a coincidence?"

The narration box jumped out at this moment: Su Zhe doesn't know yet...

Su Zhe didn't look at the rest of it directly. He now understands that most of the narration boxes are about people and people, such as the development of his relationship with the people around him, etc., and rarely involve things that happen objectively. He doesn't want to deal with it now, it's all love and love things, it's very annoying.

"I'm not sure what's the use of this." Xiang Bei pondered for a while and said, "Tear apart the magic circle and have a look."

Together, the two of them tore off the surface of the entire wall with three hands, and it really extended into the room. The last action was "enter", and the house was more troublesome. Su Zhe felt that all the walls were solid, unless they were scratched. Otherwise, there is no way to see if there is a next floor.

"Is there any condition for this magic circle?" Su Zhe asked, "For example, is it necessary to cover it with a layer of insulation? Obviously, the walls of the elevator room can also be directly covered with a layer of white paint after painting."

"Maybe there is nothing in the room at all?" Xiang Bei said, "If you are not convinced, you can scrape a small piece of the wall to see."

Su Zhe was a dictator, so he went to the kitchen and picked up a small fruit knife, and scraped it along the door to the living room. The magic circle didn't look at it, but it scraped a large gray wall, against the white wall The bottom looks particularly ugly.

"What did you take?" Xiang Bei's voice suddenly sounded.

"Fruit knife." Su Zhe said without looking back.

After a while, Xiang Bei said quietly, "That's Futengbao's custom-made knife. A friend brought it back from abroad for me. It's a three thousand seven."

Su Zhe stopped scraping the wall immediately, and silently took the knife back to the kitchen to wash it, and after confirming that there were no scratches on the edge and body of the knife, he said with a smile on his face, "There is a reason why you are expensive, it's really sharp."

Xiang Bei wasn't angry, he just had a smug smile of "holding you", and he folded his arms and didn't speak.

"I'm sorry I was wrong." Su Zhe bowed his head resolutely in front of Qianqian, paused for a few seconds after speaking, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to pay?"

"It depends." Xiang Bei leisurely returned to the kitchen, "I'll talk about it later."

Su Zhe suddenly felt that what was Xiangbei spending so much on cultivating his relationship? He would be defeated immediately after spending a penny. How can playing with feelings be as effective as playing with money?

A domineering president is simply neater than a domineering boss.

The two of them ruined the house enough, but it was not without gain, but they still couldn't solve the root cause if they didn't figure out the ultimate purpose.In the evening, the homeowner came back quietly again. Su Zhe heard the sound of the elevator stopping and went out. He saw the homeowner poking out his upper body from the elevator and looking left and right furtively. When he saw him, he forced a smile Said: "Brother, where are you alive?"

"That's right, the previous ones didn't die so fast." Su Zhe said angrily, "You ran pretty fast."

"That's...that's scary." The owner smiled dryly, "Are you still planning to live?"

Su Zhe remembered another thing: "If we settle this house, do you want to sell it at the original price?"

The homeowner was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "No matter what, my loan is actually repaid."

"But it's true that you can't live in this house." Su Zhe hasn't thought about the problem for the past two days, "It's not time to solve the problem, let me say hello to you first, we can solve the problem and bring it back , Do you want to sell it cheaply or continue to hold this unlivable house, think about it yourself."

The homeowner left with a sigh, and Su Zhe stood at the door in a daze for a while. In fact, he didn't know how to solve this matter. What if the homeowner really wanted to let the problem come back?What to do then?

Su Zhe returned to the room and said to Xiangbei: "If we solve this problem, can we bring the problem back?"

Turning around to the north, the expression on his face was not to mention how subtle it was.

"It's okay, I didn't ask." Su Zhe hurriedly said, "First solve the problem, first solve it."

Although the surface of the elevator room wall was lifted, the magic circle below was not damaged, and people were still making water stains into the room step by step.Xiangbei is not in a hurry, he went out to buy vegetables in the afternoon, and changed to Shandong cuisine in the evening, but the craftsmanship seems to be not very good, the dishes are a bit rough, Su Zhe ate them in one bite, naturally he did not have the energy to eat yesterday , Chewing slowly.

"Are you a cat's tongue?" Xiang Bei joked, "Is it so picky?"

"The cat's tongue should be afraid of burning, right?" Su Zhe held up a chopstick to pick up cabbage with vinegar, "Your analogy is wrong."

"I can't think of any animal with a sensitive sense of taste." Xiang Bei smiled, "I don't mind you like this, at least I know that you can taste the difference."

Su Zhe laughed and said casually: "Then we are really worthy."

Xiang Bei said meaningfully: "Yes, I think so too."

Su Zhe almost didn't get choked, he laughed and didn't dare to say anything, whenever he felt that Xiang Bei was dying, Xiang Bei could always attack from a special angle.When he was thinking about whether he should react, a thin female voice sounded next to his ear: "He doesn't want you anymore."

Su Zhe:? ? ?