"Okay, okay, now we can’t get out. Fighting in the nest is not good for anyone. It’s better to unite and think about how to get out. Moreover, Wang Jun died in the rental room. If he can’t get out all the time, then his What about the corpse?"
This sentence made everyone silent involuntarily.
Yes, what about Wang Jun's body
Han? Posed his lips and stopped fighting with Yu Sasha, "What can I do, put it in his room." She was still conscientious, and did not suggest that Wang Jun's body should be thrown out.
Xu Dahai's eyes rolled and asked the opinions of several other people. Su Kui was dispensable and indifferent, and the one named Ji Feng, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, his head was dark and broken. The hair was slightly long and his head hung down, making it difficult to see the look on his face.
The rest of the people naturally have no opinion, but how can I say that the person who was good yesterday suddenly died today. In a shared room with a corpse, just thinking about it makes me shudder.
What's happening right now has transcended all their knowledge before in life. Under what circumstances can they be trapped in a shared house, and no matter how they run, they will eventually return here
There is only one answer.
There's a ghost--
Even if they were silent in unison, this weird atmosphere still gradually flowed around.
After the meeting was temporarily finished, Xu Dahai waved his hand to let everyone stay in the room, and it was best not to run out again. If you see something you dare not look at, it won't be good to end up like Wang Jun.
On the first day, one person died. No one knows if they have a chance to go out and live to see the sun rise again.
The door of Yining’s room was opposite to Ji Feng’s. The two of them walked in the direction of the room one after another. Ji Feng didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end. His complexion was calm and his skin was very pale. Pale.
His eyes were very flat, even if he heard that someone died in this shared room, he just walked past his door, he still didn't show fear.
His performance is strange.
Ji Feng opened the door and half of her body had already entered the room. Su Kui suddenly spoke. Through a glimpse of Jinghong, she seemed to see the light of a candle in Ji Feng's room flickering.
"That Ji Feng, you..."
Su Kui opened her mouth and just said a few words. With a "bang" door rang, Ji Feng had already turned around and entered the room without hesitation, slammed the door, and shut all her words by the way. Outside.
"Puff--"
A woman's sneer sounded behind him, and Su Kui turned her head and saw Han? leaning at the door of her room, looking at her with her hands in her arms. Seeing her looking over, she didn't take a peek at the embarrassment of being caught, but shrugged openly and said to her, "That guy is a strange thing. He keeps himself in the room all day, sneaking in. What are you doing? Who knows whether Wang Jun’s death has anything to do with him. So, I advise you to stay a little further away, and you may decide which day Wang Jun’s end will be yours."
She speaks yin and yang strangely, with a heavy make-up and bright red lipstick on her lips, with an indescribable weird feeling.
"Thank you, but you don't have to worry about it. Whoever I get along with is my freedom."
After all, Su Kui entered the door like Ji Feng and closed it neatly.