Human dimension reduction

602 is a single apartment with elevator access. It has an exquisite structure of two bedrooms and one living room. It is as clean as a model house without any extra traces. This is also a good way to "deal with the scene", similar to burning with fire. Erase all traces of habitation without leaving any anomalies.

Qiao Zhou walked around the house on tiptoe as if sleepwalking, and finally set his sights on the elevator at the door.

The silver-gray metal door was shining with a cold luster, and there was a soft decorative painting on the door, which added a bit of popularity to the model house. Qiao Zhou walked over and stared at the decorative painting for a while.

But it is a very common printed product on e-commerce platforms. It depicts the scene of the sunset on the Seine River. It uses a large amount of red pigments to paint layers of magnificent sunset glow. Gently wiped it on the , pink smudged river, and rubbed the fingertips - there was a little viscous and dried liquid on it.

Qiao Zhou pressed the elevator button, and the two elevator doors opened obediently. The inside was empty, and his figure was reflected in the neat metal plates on all sides.

So clean.

Qiao Zhou raised his head and wiped the elevator inch by inch with his fingers. Even the corners of the gaps were so clean that there was no dust at all. Isn't this the biggest flaw.

Hua Ping'an was not so careless. It seemed that under the pursuit of the ghosts, he was a little slack. Qiao Zhou chose not to care about the victim's body and let it fend for itself. I did the cover-up work again and again, but obviously I didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, he didn't expect Qiao Zhou to break through the ghost's pursuit and enter 602.

Qiao Zhou dragged a chair from the living room, stepped on it, and tried hard to break the escape window on the top of the elevator with both hands.

As the damp and musty air flowed in from the elevator shaft, sticky black blood mixed with the smell of rotting blood flowed down the escape window.

An excellent corpse hiding place. It seems that after Hua Pingan discovered the space on the top of the 601 bathroom, he transferred the reappearing corpse here.

I like to hide things in high airtight spaces, what kind of habit is this?Qiao Zhou thought suspiciously in his heart.

There was nothing left in the elevator. He should be happily playing a chase-and-catch game with Hua Pingan at this moment. Qiao Zhou, who satisfied his curiosity, jumped off the chair, put it back in the living room, and started Search for other evidence.

Empty, nothing.

After tossing the whole house, even Qiao Zhou had to admit that Hua Ping'an's trick of fortifying the wall and clearing the wilderness is really amazing.

But it doesn't matter, if there is no evidence, he can ask the person concerned.

Panting heavily, Hua Pingan rushed all the way to the sixth floor. The ghost's deliberate breathing sound hit the small piece of skin on the back of his neck not too far away. It chased and played with him like a cruel and cruel hunter. Playing with prey that cannot escape.

Apparently, this ghost thinks that the human beings in front of him can't escape from his palm no matter what, and now is the time for it to gain extra benefits from it.

Qiao Zhou stood at the corner of the corridor, listening to the chaotic footsteps sprinting up, shook the steel pipe in his hand, closed his eyes and calmly began to count silently.

five four three two one--

The young man who was sweating profusely and almost galloped up the stairs just showed his head when a steel pipe came out at an extremely tricky angle. Hua Pingan's pupils shrank, and he didn't even have time to realize what happened What, the huge kinetic energy brought by the running of the human body engulfed him and bumped into this steel pipe.

There was a loud bang, and even Qiao Zhou, who was holding the steel pipe, felt numb in his mouth, as if the steel pipe was about to fly out of his hand.

Sit back and wait for the rabbit.

He made a simple note to the fallen Hua Pingan.

The ghost chasing Hua Pingan had already arrived in front of him. Looking at the ghost whose limbs twisted against the joints and climbed on the ground like a spider, Qiao Zhou dragged the unconscious Hua Pingan behind him, and the steel pipe was far away from the ghost. His face: "My victim is still alive, if you want to touch me, you'd better fight it first."

Dragging Zhang Dinghe out with a knife, Qiao Zhou didn't show any shame on his face.

As he expected, there was a little hesitation in the spider-man's venomous pupils. It frequently looked at Hua Pingan who was hidden behind him, and its eyes were full of greedy light. Qiao Zhou had no doubts, as long as he behaved a little If you are weak, or if you don't notice something, this ghost will pounce on it and drag Hua Ping'an away.

However, in the hunting range of other ghosts, snatching their designated prey seems to be taboo for these ghosts.

The division of labor and responsibilities is quite clear. Qiao Zhou's comment made him feel better.

After observing for a while, Qiao Zhou's demeanor and actions showed his firm protection for Hua Pingan. If he wanted to catch Hua Pingan, he had to kill this human being who jumped out of nowhere...but this is a human being with an owner.

The spider ghost stopped in place. It didn't really want to fight with its companions needlessly. Ghost fights are very cruel. It might throw away a few organs. Although these organs are useless, why throw them away if they can be kept? .

Qiao Zhou sensed its hesitation, and quickly made an inch of it: "I won't keep you too long, tell me what happened here and how you died, and I'll give it to you."

His expression was extremely sincere, as if he really regarded Hua Pingan as a useful bargaining chip.

This request was nothing to the spider ghost. It swam into the house neatly and quickly, and performed a solo melodrama for Qiao Zhou.

To sum it up, this is a passionate murder story with nothing new. The roommates who shared the rent had quarrels due to various reasons in their daily life, and they were also involved in money disputes. With all these factors superimposed, a man picked up a chair and smashed his own son to death. Roommate, and tried to dismember him unsuccessfully, which became the opportunity for Huaping's arrival.

The spider ghost, who had vividly performed the one-player melodrama, turned his head and stared at Qiao Zhou ghastly, silently urging him to hand over the murderer to himself, while Qiao Zhou, who was watched by the ghost like this, raised his hand apologetically. hands, with an apologetic gentle smile on his face: "Well, actually, I don't know why he woke up suddenly, anyway..."

There was a place where Hua Ping'an was lying unconscious at his feet, but now it was empty.

The spider ghost became angry with changes visible to the naked eye. Its distorted and swollen body doubled in size again, pale and blue skin was stretched on the reversed joints, and the shiny pus-yellow liquid was in the stretched thin translucent skin. It swayed, as if it was about to explode and splash because the bones pierced the skin at any time.

On the face covered with bloodstains, the ghost's unique resentment and ruthlessness were stronger than ever. Qiao Zhou naturally concealed the fact that he had kicked Hua Ping'an hard enough to wake him up, and pointed his finger at the stairs quite wittily, and quickly added: "He I want to go to 502, but I just went downstairs now, so I should still be on the window sill, and besides... four hours seem to be coming soon."

The spider ghost's furious expression paused.

Between killing the human being in front of him, fighting with another ghost, and catching his prey quickly, the spider ghost chose the latter after deliberating for a while.

With the rustling sound of his limbs touching the ground, he slid down the stairs like a snake. Qiao Tian stood there peacefully, motionless, as obedient as a rabbit.

Hua Pingan, who was stumbling down the stairs with his hands on his waist, saw Venus turning around in front of his eyes. He was forcibly kicked awake by Qiao Zhou, and within ten seconds of waking up, he understood what happened just now.

This malicious neighbor actually used him as a bargaining chip in negotiating with the ghost, and wanted to find out the cause and effect of the case from the ghost!

Hua Pingan gritted his teeth angrily, but he had nothing to do. Not only could he not interrupt the ghost's performance, but he had to carefully hold his breath, and under the cover of Qiao Zhou, he climbed to the stairs to escape for his life, so as not to disturb the immersion in his own drama world spider ghost.

They knew each other well, Qiao Zhou woke him up and let him go out of no kindness at all... Maybe there might be a little factor in it, but it was more to restrain the spider ghost.

As long as Hua Ping'an is alive, the spider ghost will always take him as the first target, and Qiao Zhou...he just fished in troubled waters to get a big deal!

Thinking of this, Hua Ping'an gritted his teeth with hatred, but a hint of admiration rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Someone who can treat ghosts like people in the game field, calculate so naturally, and use them so easily without any burden of conscience, must be a great player. Maybe we can see him on the ladder rankings in the future. Do you want to take advantage of it? How about this opportunity to get to know each other?

Thinking of this, he felt that the brain that had been beaten by the steel pipe hummed and hurt again, and the brains inside seemed to be as mushy as a bowl of tofu brains, rolling happily and freely in his brain.

……just forget it.

Hua Pingan got in along the opened door of 402, closed the door halfway carefully, keeping an angle where a person rushing down the stairs inadvertently bumped into it, then skillfully got under the bed, and hung himself against the bed board. under the bed.

With this tricky angle, unless someone deliberately poked his head in and looked up, he wouldn't be able to see anything even if he knelt down and lifted the sheet.

He planned to hide here quietly for four hours. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the fifth floor to fight again, but the terrifying movement on the fifth floor when he came down was enough to dispel all ambitions.

So Zhang Dinghai... What did that player do on the fifth floor?

Because the door of 502 was closed, Hua Ping'an couldn't see what was going on inside, but just by listening to the sound, he could imagine the creepy scene inside the house.

——He was sure that he heard a weird cracking sound when he went downstairs, like some kind of hard bone was crushed alive, creaking and cracking, piercing the flesh and skin, and producing pale flowers in all directions.

Of course Qiao Zhou was not deaf, and he could clearly hear the movement on the fifth floor. Rather, he was greatly surprised that the decapitated ghost could survive until now.

After all, it was a battle between a head and a complete ghost, and the ending was predictable.

Qiao Zhou was carrying a bucket of cooking oil dug out from Hua Ping'an's house, and was spilling it all the way on the ground. In the 602 where he came out, the unscrewed gas tank was hissing, and the curtains, The sofa was covered with oil stains, and the traces of chaos spread all the way down with Qiao Zhou's pace. He was still leisurely squatting at the door of 502, pouring oil into it along the crack of the door, and pouring water into it with a mineral water bottle .

He ransacked all the rooms with open doors. He dug out the flammable liquids he could find and threw them around. He unscrewed all the gas tanks and opened the main switch of electrical appliances. Doing this kind of thing is quite satisfying. The desire to destroy, but for Qiao Zhou, he couldn't get any pleasure from it.

Qiao Zhou finally took a bottle of medical alcohol, smashed it on the ground, took off his clothes and shoes soaked in various liquids and threw them outside, and walked barefoot into the elevator connected to 602 on the first floor.

The lighter was unscrewed with a snap, flew out from the closed door of the elevator, landed on the wet and slippery ground, and instantly ignited a faint blue flame.

Finally got rid of the entanglement of the beheaded ghost. Zhang Dinghe, who broke through the door of 502, was in a state of distress at the moment. His limbs were torn off alive, and he pressed them down with rough methods. He barely escaped from being a disabled ghost. Destiny, but such a fight is of no benefit to it, just look at its bitten open stomach, the rotten gastrointestinal organs inside keep sliding out along with its movements, and it needs to free up its hands to pick up these things as it moves Stuffing the greasy things back into the stomach, and being careful not to stuff any extra things in together, is really hard work.

Because of this, Zhang Dinghe, who was surrounded by anxiety and rage, didn't notice at all that his intestines and stomach were gradually covered with a lot of creamy and viscous liquid, and even his hands and feet touching the ground became wet.

——This can be regarded as some kind of unexpected joy.

Zhang Dinghe frantically rushed towards the place where the sound came from on the first floor. He had already seen the corner of the clothes that disappeared at the corner, and now, no matter what happened, he could not stop it from catching the human being.

It wants to grab him, wring his limbs off, take off his head and hang it on the wall, then hook out his intestines bit by bit, and hang him outside to dry...

In this building, apart from the culprit, Hua Ping'an was the one who responded the fastest.

The safety education that has been deeply imprinted in the bones of the Chinese people since elementary school has played a role. Hua Pingan, who is very familiar with the smell of gas, sniffed his nose and sniffed the smell in the air while listening to the movement outside - he couldn't find it in the corridor. His spider ghost patiently and carefully searched the rooms one by one.

But what is this gas smell?Hua Pingan thought suspiciously.

The spider ghost stopped in front of the bed with his nails turned out and his bloody hands. His swollen face with a bubbly smile and a weird smile was slowly pressed against the ground. His cloudy brown eyes rolled erratically in their eye sockets and slowly turned upwards. .

At this time, two minutes before the end of the four hours, the elevator door was closing, Zhang Dinghe came running from the other end of the corridor, with a crazy smile on his face, Qiao Zhou stood in the elevator, facing him fearlessly Smiling, the lighter in his hand was thrown out of the door, and his lips moved——

Zhang Dinghe tilted his head in doubt.

What did he just say?

Before it could think of a result, a burst of scalding heat waves and continuous bursting sounds formed orange-red waves of flames, crashing towards it.

"Pay attention to the safety of electricity and coal, fire prevention and explosion protection."

Qiao Zhou finished speaking the last half of the sentence in the elevator, and felt a faint vibration under his feet.

The shock was still spreading violently, and the death invitation composed of electric current, flame, and gas dragged the entire residential building into hell. The only one who survived was 402 where Hua Ping'an was located. Qiao Zhou didn't turn on the gas switch there at all. No oil was poured into it, and when the airflow and high-temperature flames formed by the explosion poured in, the spider ghost was lying on the bottom of the bed, firmly blocking most of the damage.

After realizing something was wrong, Hua Pingan did not want to clear the rewards, submitted the truth of the case as soon as possible and quit the game, and thus missed the more spectacular explosion scene later.

The so-called collapse of the sky seems to be the scene like this. The elevator stopped running completely when it reached the fifth floor. The high temperature outside scorched the elevator. Even though the upper escape window was opened, the scalding temperature still made it difficult to get off. Qiao Zhou didn't pay attention to his burned feet, and turned his face to look outside.

The building began to collapse, and the elevator was not spared. He stepped on the hot escape window, grabbed the thick rope, and swayed with the howling air. The elevator shaft collapsed in half, and he could just see the sky outside.

The night was replaced by day, and the stick-like sun seemed to be distorted because it realized that it was about to die. The outside was not an endless blank space, but countless identical residential buildings.

But with the collapse of this building, those identical residential buildings also began to shake and crack, and the poorly crafted stick figure sky was easily torn like a piece of paper, revealing the real blue sky and white clouds.