The stars are dotted, and the moonlight is like a long river.
However, even under such a bright light, the apartment still does not show the slightest shadow, as if this apartment does not exist in this world at all.
In Room 404, all the residents who were going to execute the blood letter this time gathered together. Of course, although Ziye did not carry out this bloody letter, she also participated in this meeting.
"The issue of grasping the movements of those two people is not what we need to consider." Shen Yu was the one who behaved the calmest at this time, and she said eloquently: "The blood will not deprive us of the execution conditions of the hardware. , for us, being around those two people is equivalent to a mobile bloody execution site, and the apartment will not prevent us from being able to contact them. However, if what you said is true, then... "
At this moment, Li Yin was leaning on the sofa with his hands clasped together, while Zi Ye was sitting beside him. Now, it is difficult for Ziye to give some pertinent opinions. He can only be a listener, and can occasionally interject a few words.
"I know what you want to say." Li Yin interrupted Shen Yu and said, "That case really needs a detailed investigation. The day after tomorrow is the 23rd, and time is running out."
Time is running out. Li Yin knew this better than anyone else. However, even the police haven't found out the truth about that case so far, so how could they find out at once? If Yan Lang was believed to be the murderer, then why did Qian Xiyue perjure him for him? Was it really because she and Yan Lang were already lovers at that time
Even if you directly ask the two of them, what can they do if they refuse to admit it
"But, if, I mean if." At this time, Feng Yuxian said: "If the murderer is indeed their husband and wife, you should know what it means, right? Li Yin? Life, maybe they want to expose their crimes .”
"Well, there is a possibility." Shen Yu also agreed: "If what you said is true, then I think Yan Lang does have enough motives to kill."
It was still difficult for Li Yin to accept that Yan Lang would be the murderer. Although he was indeed bullied, did he kill people just for this? And it's still four lives! And he knew Qian Xiyue well, even if she fell in love with Yan Lang at that time, she wouldn't have given false testimony for him when she knew he had killed someone.
However, after calm thinking, Li Yin came up with several possible inferences. Frankly speaking, the death of Wang Shaojie and others may also be caused by the bloody characters. This kind of situation happened in Youshui Village when the bloody characters appeared. After all, subconsciously, Li Yin did not hope that his former college classmates would be murderers. However, if this is really the case, then as Feng Yuxian said, there is indeed only one way out, to expose the truth of the case!
"Is that so?" Ziye picked up the copies of the newspapers in front of him at this moment, and said after picking them up, "Wang Shaojie doesn't seem to have a good reputation."
"That's true." Li Fen nodded and said, "His father, Wang Cheng, is the chairman of the city's largest catering group, Lufeng Group, and his mother, Lu Wenjuan, is the government secretary, and many relatives hold important positions in various government agencies. He himself used this as a background, and he has indeed offended many people. Later, a lot of information was exposed on the Internet. This is indeed an indisputable fact."
"I also knew a lot of things after the case happened." Li Yin held his chin and said, "Xue Long, Luo Ziqiang, and Zheng Hua who died at the same time all served as Wang Shaojie's followers because of his generosity. It is equivalent to a thug. Afterwards, many people speculated that he was killed by someone looking for revenge."
Having said that, Li Yin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He already had some guesses at this time. At that time, Wang Shaojie had been pursuing Qian Xiyue, but Qian Xiyue had always rejected him head-on. With Wang Shaojie's character, he might not be able to let it go. So, what he will do is really hard to predict. That is to say...
The meeting was adjourned after twelve o'clock. After all, the blood letter is about to be executed, so it is necessary to maintain a good sleep in order to have the physical strength to cope. Li Yin and Zi Ye stayed in the room, they were silent.
"The curse of the brain is still in place." Ziye stroked his forehead, his face looked haggard, and said, "Recently, I can't help you at all."
"I understand, I can't blame you. What I did back then may have been too thoughtless." Li Yin comforted, "Okay, go to sleep, it's already so late."
"Um."
Under the night, the apartment gradually fell into silence. Although the lights in a few windows were still on, most of the residents fell into sleep.
In the hallway of the apartment.
A dark figure was walking slowly. The figure walked very slowly, like a mechanical puppet that could only move when it was wound up.
The hallway of the apartment was equipped with voice-activated lights, but because the figure did not make any footsteps when walking, the voice-activated lights were not turned on.
Finally, that figure walked to the end of the corridor, in front of a white wall. Then, the figure stretched out his hand.
That hand lightly pressed against the wall. Suddenly, streams of black mist gushed out of the white wall. Soon, a black hole the size of a fist appeared on the wall. Then, black holes continued to appear, and finally, a bloody head was pulled out from the black hole!
Then, the black shadow grabbed the head and walked slowly towards the back.
At this time, the moonlight reflected by the windows on the wall reflected this person's face very clearly! This person is the devil who came out of the "warehouse"!
And that head turned out to be... Li Yin's head!
Not long after, that person returned to his room. No, to be precise, it was in the room of the previous resident. In the middle of the room, hands, feet, torso, etc. are placed!
Then, that person squatted down and began to combine the parts of these people's bodies that were placed on the floor. Finally, the hands, feet, and torso are assembled. This scene is like "Frankenstein" written by Mary Shelley!
Next, the man put the head of "Li Yin" on the severed neck, and twisted it like a screw, and it didn't take long for the head to be tightly connected to the neck.
Finally, a person with exactly the same appearance as Li Yin was born on the ground! Then, this "Li Yin" stood up from the floor, his body moved freely, just like a real person!
This is definitely a nightmare scenario! This fake resident actually created a fake Li Yinlai!
The night is very long.
the second day.
Mizhen realized that she had fallen asleep in front of the desk.
In front of her was the book written by Li Yin. Holding the book, she looked at the pen name on it, and couldn't help thinking about it. Just moved into this newly rented place yesterday, which is also a bungalow, the rent is not a problem, Yan Lang has already helped her prepay the rent for one year.
"Ten times in blood? This can't be a coincidence. Could it be that Mi Tian told Li Yin about the apartment?"
Mizhen didn't think of Li Yin entering the apartment at all, but the first reaction was that Mitian told Li Yin about the existence of the apartment. If this is the case, wouldn't Li Yin also know that she is an apartment resident
"Do you know my situation, senior?"
Thinking of this, she held the book tightly to her chest. After a while, she was willing to let go.
"Senior's writing is as good as ever." She stroked the cover of the book in front of her and said with some enjoyment, "Well, now, what should I do?"
"Xiyue, you must be happy." Mizhen said to herself, "No matter what, you are also... the person Mitian had a crush on back then."
Mizhen discovered early on that Mitian also liked Xiyue very much. It's just that, like himself, he knows that he has no future to speak of living in the apartment. I have to accept this painful fate, even if I have someone I love, I can't say it.
"At least for Mi Tian, I must protect you well."
Having said this, Mizhen put the book back in the drawer, and then began to think. What to do next? If the location of the apartment is not limited, then naturally you can go anywhere, such as public places where people come and go. Although it is not good for avoiding ghosts, it is better than staying in a gloomy place.
At this time, suddenly the phone rang. Mizhen saw that it was Shen Yu calling, immediately connected and said, "Hello, Miss Pu?"
"What's the result of your...research? About the 'warehouse'?" Deep Rain's voice came hesitantly.
"Well, about this..." Mizhen thought for a while, and told Shen Yu the conclusion of her reasoning and analysis.
"You mean, 'warehouse' is one of the bloody instructions issued by the apartment?" Shen Yu's tone was obviously full of consternation.
At this time, Mizhen added another sentence: "You must pay attention to the following instructions in blood. There must be some changes in the apartment. From now on, no matter what happens, even small changes, you must come and tell me. Do you understand?"
At this time, Yan Lang and Xiyue were having breakfast together in the kitchen, but neither of them had very good appetites. Yan Lang hurriedly took a steamed bun to Xiyue, and said, "Xiyue, eat more, you have to think about the child in your belly."
"Well, good, good."
"Okay, don't be so nervous for now. In short, I thought about it. We can't tell the residents that we killed Wang Shaojie. Otherwise, the residents may kill us as a way of life."
"Are they going to kill us?" Xiyue was just drinking a bowl of porridge at this time, and the bowl almost fell when she heard this.
"Well, there is a possibility. Those residents have experienced too many life and death hardships, and it is normal for their sanity to collapse."
Xiyue supported the countertop with her hands, and tears flowed silently, dripping into the bowl in front of her eyes.
"Wang Shaojie, he has committed a ghost and won't let us go?" Xiyue's nails kept digging at the table, and in addition to fear, there was more anger in her heart: "What right does he have to come to us for revenge?"
Yan Lang had dark circles under his eyes at this time, and the two of them hardly slept last night. Anyway, it's just as dangerous wherever you go, so it's better to stay at home, the two of them stay on the sofa at the door all the time, and both hold knives to guard the whole night. Fortunately, nothing happened last night.
"Let's stay away from Mizhen for the time being," Xiyue said suddenly, "I can't let her get involved, can I? If she gets close to us for a hundred meters, she will be in danger."
"Yes." Yan Lang nodded: "Mizhen, she is also really suffering."
At noon, when Mizhen was preparing to have lunch, the doorbell rang suddenly. She quickly ran to the door in three steps at a time, opened the door, and the person standing outside the door was...
Li Yin!
"Senior?" Mizhen was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to react, and asked: "Senior, how do you know that I moved here?"
"Xinhu told me." Li Yin smiled and said, "Why, don't you invite me in?"
"Ah, good, good."
Mizhen let Li Yin in and closed the door. As soon as Li Yin entered the door, he suddenly found a copy of "Bullets Flying Over" on the desk. He walked over, picked up the book, and said, "Are you reading my book?"
"Well, yes, senior. Your writing is very good." At this time, Mizhen took two disposable cups, opened the tea pot, poured tea into it, and soaked hot water.
After the two sat down, Mizhen handed the teacup to Li Yin.
The scent of fragrant tea floated up, and the refreshing smell diffused in the room.
The two fell silent for a while.
On the contrary, Mi Zhen enjoyed this moment a little bit. Looking at Li Yin's face, she felt that even if she just looked at Li Yin like this, she seemed to be very happy.
But for some reason, she always felt that the Li Yin in front of her seemed a little different. But what was different, she couldn't tell.
However, Mizhen didn't think too much, this must be an illusion, yes, it must be an illusion.