poor house

That night, the man whose eyes were red again threw down the earphone cable and picked up the piano case.The heavy weight shows that the contents inside are not clear at all, and the man didn't even catch it at first.

The tightly pulled zipper was like a locked secret, a secret that the man in the suit and the other three people would never want to recall in their lifetime.But now, the other two are dead.

It took a lot of effort with trembling hands to finally pinch the zipper. The man stared at the bag in front of him that he used to carry every day, and suddenly felt that the cold zipper in his hand became warm and humid.Looking down, he was so frightened by the scarlet hands that he instantly let go of his fingertips.

The gurgling blood seeped out from the gap of the zipper as if it would not stop, and it didn't take a moment for the whole body of the man on the seat to be dyed blood red.Finally frightened, the man in the suit screamed desperately at the top of his lungs, but the only answer he received was death-like silence.

"It's you, I know it's you, it must be you—" He said to the black bag on the table as if talking to himself, the man seemed to have finally remembered what was in the bag when he discarded it, He quickly picked up the nearest headphone cable and wrapped it around his lap. "You took their bodies and hands, I won't let you take my legs, no—"

The red coil was tightly wound on the black trousers of the man in the suit, like a circle of neat bloodstains, marking in advance for the upcoming torture.

In the smoky little Internet cafe, the boys shouted and cursed endlessly.As a result, no one noticed that shrill screams were faintly coming from a small closed box.

"Bro--"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling who was supporting him with a worried expression on his face, resisting the discomfort caused by recalling the scene he saw in his dream just now, and said eagerly: "That boy, he was not caught Stabbed to death!"

"Ok?"

"He, he was dismembered alive—"

TBC

Here comes the apology. . .

Will update QAQ tomorrow

I have been staying up late these days because of other things. .Day and night upside down, my mind is a bit messed up. . .

It will definitely be updated tomorrow. .I'm going to go to sleep for a while. . .

In fact, the only remaining chapter was actually dragged on for three days by me. . .

My procrastination. . .

And recently, I am helping a friend as a literary supervisor, just watching him write and proofreading for him, so it may be getting slower and slower [Actually, I am making excuses for procrastination. . . . .And recently I don’t know why it seems that I have suddenly switched to BG and it’s been a day for me. . .So I wrote Tanmei with all kinds of indifference. . .But I won't give up. . . .Maybe. . . . . 】

Dump text. .

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The howling wind is like a wild beast hovering in the night sky, staring at the dark world.Standing alone by the table, Wang Meng couldn't help sighing heavily as he looked at the hot and hot food on the table that had not touched his chopsticks.

After the boss woke up, he took the little brother and ran out of the humble house, saying that it would be too late when the police arrived.Wang Meng was left alone facing the table of food. He didn't know what he saw during Wu Xie's coma.

Turning on the TV casually, Wang Meng watched the revolving news on the screen while holding his rice bowl, and yawned bored.

Today's news will become tomorrow's old news.

Only a kind person like Wu Xie would run around to search for something that happened so many years ago.

Standing in front of the corridor of a certain community, Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at Wu Xie beside him, with a little hesitation and uneasiness in his expression. "Wu Xie, are you sure it's here?"

"I'm not sure, but I always feel as if someone told me in my heart that I want to come to this place." Shaking his head and looking at the neighborhood with thousands of lights on in front of him, Wu Xie didn't know how to explain the current situation to Zhang Qiling .

After waking up from the dream, Wu Xie dragged Zhang Qiling and ran out of the humble house.Standing at the door of the humble house, before realizing the meaning of his actions, Wu Xie felt that there seemed to be some kind of power, or inspiration, telling him the direction he should go.

So along the way, dragging the silent Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie came to this strange neighborhood.

The location is not very good and even a bit remote. It seems that the property has not trimmed the plants in the green belt for a long time. The branches of the camphor have covered the sky and almost blocked all the light.Snowflakes rustled on the branches, making a rustling sound.

"This should be where the last remaining girl lives." Holding Zhang Qiling's cool hand tightly, Wu Xie slowly breathed in the cold air, trying to calm down her eardrum that was about to burst from pain. "Brother, let's go up."

He no longer wanted to recall the scene Wu Xie had dreamed, even though he could only remember fragmentary pictures, the feeling of despair and pain in that dream had been deeply imprinted on Wu Xie's heart.Such a truth is not so much cruel as cruel.

Sensing the change in Wu Xie's mood, Zhang Qiling gently squeezed Wu Xie's palm with one hand, and pulled out the ancient black gold knife with a cold light from the void with the other hand.Even though Wu Xie hadn't told himself the details of what happened back then, Zhang Qiling could imagine how resentful this boy must be based on the dismemberment of the body.And what surprised Zhang Qiling the most was that no matter whether it was on Wu Xie, the man in the suit, or in front of this building, he didn't feel any strong resentment.

If it wasn't for this wraith being too powerful, he could subtly hide his own aura.That is he doesn't really resent anything.But how is this possible.

The sound-activated lights of the old house that had been in for several years had been completely deactivated. With Wu Xie behind him, Zhang Qiling walked upstairs carefully. Zhang Qiling gradually smelled a smell of rancidity and blood in the bitter air.

His movements were so fast, he came here just after finishing the man.

The footsteps of the two echoed hollowly in the pitch-black corridor. It was originally snowy weather, coupled with the camphor trees outside, which made the entire corridor without any light source even darker.Following Zhang Qiling, he took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen, and Wu Xie helped him illuminate the steps ahead.

The eardrums were still throbbing and hurting, and the voice that had been echoing in my ears before was no longer moving.Wu Xie also tried to continue talking to that voice in his heart, but no matter how Wu Xie held his voice and concentrated his breath, he still couldn't hear the sad voice.

But although he couldn't hear it, his heart seemed to be still not freed from the dream, beating in a chaotic rhythm, and even the lungs were throbbing with pain.

"Ah, it should be this one." The cold light from the phone screen fell on the anti-theft door on the fourth floor. The dark green door looked no different from any door in the entire corridor or even in this community. It looked ordinary, Just being illuminated by that pale light, it became indescribably weird.

Stopping Wu Xie's hand that was about to ring the doorbell, Zhang Qiling first drew a spell on the door, and then silently recited a few formulas before releasing Wu Xie's hand that had already landed on the doorbell.

The two didn't check the time when they went out, and after ringing the doorbell twice in succession, no one answered, Wu Xie just remembered to check what time it is.It's going to be late at night, but there is no one in the room. Tomorrow is not a weekend or a holiday. Could it be that this girl was also killed? !

Surprised in his heart, he was about to press it a third time, but Wu Xie saw Zhang Qiling making a silent gesture to him, he was stunned, and then walked closer with him, listening to the movement behind the door.

In the deep winter night, apart from the occasional whistling wind outside the corridor, there was no other sound, and the entire corridor was dead silent.Leaning outside the door and listening with his breath held, Wu Xie grabbed Zhang Qiling's clothes, worried that he would suddenly hear a scream.

But apart from the breathing of the two of them, and the occasional rustling sound from behind the door, Wu Xie's worried screams and roars did not resound.

With a clear understanding, he raised his body and rang the doorbell twice. Zhang Qiling waited expressionlessly for the person who had been guarding the door for a long time and then listened for a while to open the door.

"You are—" After a heavy bearing rotation, the anti-theft door was opened a small crack.White light streamed out from the crack in the door, dimly illuminating the woman standing at the door.

"We're here to ask you about what happened back then." Although the light was too dark to see clearly, Wu Xie recognized this woman at a glance. He held the door and pulled it out.

"What happened back then? I don't know what you're talking about." The flash of panic did not escape Zhang Qiling's eyes, and he looked at the woman in front of him pretending to be stupid, Zhang Qiling suddenly felt the rancid smell in the air And the smell of blood seems to be heavier than when it first came.

"I don't know? The other three people are already dead, don't you know?" Staring fiercely at the woman who kept avoiding his sight, Wu Xie pushed hard with his hand, and opened the door that the woman only left behind. "Aren't you going to stand up and tell the truth? Or do you have to wait for him to come to you before you tell?"

"I—I—I'm just afraid—" Under Wu Xie's persecution, the woman who was already uneasy finally collapsed completely, and didn't care that Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling were still standing at the door, so she covered her face and ran away into the house.

After exchanging glances with Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie followed him into the room.It's not a big room, although the sand