Back in the room, Xiao Lan finally enjoyed the rare cleanliness.
He returned to the crunchy, rusty bed, uncomfortable to lie on, ready to take a formal rest.
Sweeping his gaze to the side, he saw Luo who consciously ran to the window next to him. Luo's back looked lonely and lonely by the window. Xiao Lan once again felt like a black-hearted landlord who was oppressing the poor long-time worker.
Conscience, there is a lot of pain.
He beckoned to Luo: "Why don't you come and sit by the bed?"
He moved inside twice as he said, and the bed frame creaked again. However, the bed that the stingy landlord had prepared was just a little bit big, and it didn't make much room for it to put it on the wall.
In the faint glow of the night, Luo slightly curled his lips: "Yes, sir."
He walked towards Xiao Lan, gently sat on the edge of the bed, making no sound, and just guarding the entrance of the iron fence beside the bed.
Apart from them, the whole building has almost no residents, and there is no sound from the fake city outside the window. The sound of the night breeze is very clear at this moment.
At this moment, the heaven and the earth seem to be particularly quiet.
Quiet is quiet, but... It's so hot!
With the hot environment and it seems that heavy rain is approaching, the air is as humid and sultry as the bathroom just after taking a shower, and the blowing wind can't bring any coolness.
When Luo sat down just now, part of his back was attached to Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan discovered at this time that Luo's clothes didn't know what the material was. It was as cold as his own. It wouldn't become hot even if it touched human body temperature, just like a large ice pillow.
Xiao Lan couldn't help but leaned against him quietly, Luo did not look back, as if tacitly approving of his actions.
Seeing that Luo didn't mean to resist, Xiao Lan fell asleep in this position.
Not to mention, Luo is really a good companion for home travel. I don’t know if it’s warm in winter, but at least it’s cool in summer.
After a while.
Luo felt that the breathing behind him was long and even.
He turned his head and looked at the man with a serious expression.
Xiao Lan looked very quiet and soft after falling asleep. His breathing was calm, like a weak and harmless creature, completely unreminiscent of the way he kicked the murderer and punched the big boss when he woke up.
However, from the sleeping face of Zhang Junxiu, he couldn't read the answer he wanted.
He is like a ghost who has nowhere to come, entangled with the passing travelers, hoping that the other party will take him to a distant place, but even he himself doesn't know where this distant place is.
What is he to Xiao Lan
A useful assistant, a partner on the road together, or... a monster with unpredictable intentions.
Luo thought in the dark, and he would think like this every time when everything was quiet, thinking about these problems that he knew would not have results.
Because if he stops thinking, he will feel that he is a dead thing, something that has no breathing, no heartbeat, and can't think. What is it that is not a dead thing
He hates this feeling.
At this time, a faint fluctuation came from the air.
But he didn't escape Luo's perception.
When Xiao Lan slept, Luo had already covered this room with shadows that were invisible to other people. It can be said that this room is now decorated with a net of heaven and earth.
The fluctuation seemed to be caused by some kind of insect flapping its wings. The source of the fluctuation gradually approached Xiao Lan's position. It was trying to enter through the gap in the fence beside the bed, but unexpectedly a slender palm with black gloves grabbed it. Up.
Luo looked at his palm, it looked empty there, but his perception told him that there was a small bug in it, which was now struggling.
The black shadow floated from the palm of the hand, forming a sphere, and the sphere slowly shrank, swallowing what was struggling in it.
After a while.
Feeling that the vitality in his hand has disappeared, Luo opened and closed his lips and said silently: I'm sorry, but I can't let you disturb my husband.
After looking at Xiao Lan who was still sleeping peacefully next to him, Luo smiled silently.
At the same time, in the dark, in a narrow room.
A person covered his eyes and let out a painful cry that was barely suppressed: "Um—"
The severe pain arched his back, trembling unceasingly.
After waiting for the pain to pass, he panted and propped up his body, with cold sweat on his face: "Hey... what a keen guy..."
—
Early the next morning.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Xiao Lan was awakened by a loud slamming sound.
That voice really reached the soul, so scared that he jumped straight out of the bed. As a result, he forgot the size and height of the bed and hit Luo's back directly.
"His—" Xiao Lan slumped on the bed, clutching her head.
What long does Luo eat? Why is his back so hard? Like a ten-ton steel plate, it clearly feels like a muscle.
The victim Luo, who looked like the culprit, turned around innocently: "Sir, good morning."
"Morning..." Xiao Lan said weakly.
Luo helped him organize his clothes, and by the way the bug that sneaked in last night. Although Luo can't remember the name of this bug, his analysis should be a probing tool, which is more advanced than the Shulker and Eye of Time that he has encountered before, which means that this is a means from the player.
Xiao Lan suddenly became vigilant, who wanted to check his details? What is the purpose
He felt like he was trapped in a mist now, and he didn't know what exactly the opponent in the mist wanted to do.
—
When going out to wash, Xiao Lan took the opportunity to find out about the situation with the original residents, and wanted to know what was going on with the knock on the door in the morning. As a result, this group of people looked like they were not strange, saying that it was the landlord, he did this almost every day, and he was just used to it.
Really a conscientious, good landlord who takes the responsibility of making residents uncomfortable...
It's time for breakfast.
The table is still invisible to the raw materials. The players look a little nauseous, but they still have to eat for the next few days.
Wu Ting reluctantly stuffed her mouth, frowned and took a deep breath before raising her chopsticks. She looked at Xiao Lan, who was eating fast without changing her face, and she felt sincere admiration in her heart.
Both are human beings, why is this guy so good
Strong, it is too strong.
At this moment the couple walked out of the room greasyly.
"Baby, you are so beautiful today!"
"You look so good today~"
"How can I have such a beautiful girlfriend~"
"I hate it~"
It seems that I have forgotten about greeting each other's family and even fighting each other last night. Lovers are really a strange symbiosis mode.
Seeing the two coming over like Siamese babies, the players suddenly felt more nauseous.
At this moment, the two lovers raised their heads intently and looked at today's breakfast table. At the same time, Xiao Lan and Luo who were eating were also breaking into their sight.
The movements of these two men instantly stiffened.
Yesterday's brutal and inhuman experience is still vivid, and they all feel like they are still wrapped in a thick quilt and can't breathe.
In an instant, they stopped talking, and they didn't need to support each other when they walked. The two of them sat down at the table quietly, chose a place farthest away from Xiao Lan and the two of them, and started to eat in silence, even omitting the feeding session that would take place every day.
The players were amazed by it, and Wu Ting silently gave the two a thumbs up.
Cultists and pregnant women have also come to the table one after another. Cultists are still talking about them, but pregnant women are still obsessed with eating the bowl without a word.
At this time, Wu Ting said: "Do you know that there is a mother and daughter living nearby? The mother looks very thin, and the girl looks very lively when she is young."
The cultists thought for a while, "Oh, they live here. But I didn’t see anyone early in the morning yesterday, and I don’t know where they went. This woman, how could she not find a man? Follow, just come out and show her face like this, God is going to punish her..."
"God, will not allow your disobedience..."
He pointed to Wu Ting's sexy red dress again: "You, deliberately dressing like this is tempting the world! God won't forgive you!"
Wu Ting rolled his noble and cold eyes to him, and said that he didn't want to talk at all.
Xiao Lan thought to herself, it's too simple, big brother, it's just silicone and sponge cushions that seduce you, don't believe in cults, hurry up and believe in science.
Ignoring the blind bibi of the cultists, the players are a little puzzled. Yesterday the mother and daughter were in the elevator with them. If they live here, why not come back? They are obviously under the elevator on this floor. Where can they go after getting off the elevator
After a while, breakfast was almost over.
Xiao Lan scanned the crowd and found that he hadn't seen Meng Ze. He looked at He Rui: "Why didn't you see Meng Ze today?"
He Rui raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Lan calmly when he heard the words: "He said that he wanted to investigate something, so he didn't eat breakfast."
Xiao Lan: "What is it, do I need to go out so early in the morning?"
He Rui still looked very kind: "Hehe, maybe it's not necessarily because he has any clues. You can ask him then."
Xiao Lan couldn't see guilty conscience and dodge on his face, nor could he read other content. Maybe he really didn't know it, or maybe this is an old fox with deep skills.
—
After breakfast, the player's behavior is not restricted.
Xiao Lan planned to look at this building with Luo, and maybe she could find any clues useful to the party on the fourth day.
The corridor was still dim, exuding an old smell, and there was a gloomy sky outside. The sky before the heavy rain seemed very depressing, and the air was full of water vapor, which was a bit hotter than last night, making people feel almost breathless.
Many doors in the corridor are entangled with iron wires and it is not convenient to enter.
Xiao Lan has carefully observed that most of the keyholes on these doors are rusted to death, even if there is a key, they can't be opened. If you want to go in, unless you remove the lock on the door.
Using Luo's ability to probe, these rooms are empty, and nothing special can be seen.
For now, there is no clue to these rooms, so there is no need to break in for the time being, Xiao Lan decided to go to the elevator first to see if the other floors are the same.
When they were about to pass the corner, they heard the sound of dragging things.
"Shasha..."
"sand-"
The sound is like someone dragging something heavy and not too small on the ground. Along with the sound, there was an unpleasant smell of meat corruption, especially in the narrow and sultry corridors.
Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other, and they stopped at the corner tacitly and quietly looked in the direction where the sound came from.
At first glance they saw the landlord's back.
The landlord’s skinny body was struggling to drag something in the elevator. The elevator seemed to be broken. After opening the door, what you saw was not the old elevator car before, but the mechanical structure of the top of the elevator.
Because of the obstruction of the angle, the two of them couldn't see what he was dragging.
The landlord seemed very happy at this time, his face was an indescribable excitement: "Come on, no one should leave."
He even hummed a song, sounding dumb and unpleasant, like the howling of a crow.
"Hey..." The landlord's laughter echoed in the corridor, creating a strange feeling to the silent space.
As he moved, the things in the elevator were dragged out little by little. The black, long, soft texture, spread out on the ground, seems to be—hair.
Then, other parts slowly appeared, the shoulders, the chest, the arms that had begun to show corpses...
As the corpse slowly appeared, Xiao Lan suddenly discovered that the clothes on the corpse were very familiar.
This is—the mother's clothes in the elevator!
The landlord stroked her hair excitedly, and then put the woman's body aside. He stretched his hand into the top of the elevator again. This time, the body he dragged out was much smaller, and the landlord easily dragged her out.
Xiao Lan's clothes on this corpse are also familiar. This is the little girl who counted in the elevator.
Along with the corpse rolling down, there was also a small red ball.
Although the small leather ball now is covered with dust and oil on the top of the elevator, it looks very dirty. But for this little ball, Xiao Lan is very familiar with it. Isn't this the one that he asked him to help pick up in the bath? It was also nourished by him with a shower.
The corpses of the two of them had been corrupted a bit, and their skin color had changed drastically and swelled up. Even at the current temperature, the time of death should have exceeded 24 hours.
The cultists also said that they didn't see them early yesterday morning. It is very possible that the mother and daughter were dead yesterday morning.
However, in the elevator just before dinner yesterday, the players still met the mother and daughter!
What exactly did they see back then...
They looked normal at that time, but did they know that they were dead
Xiao Lan recalled again that in the light box on the top of the elevator, the players briefly saw the shadow of a hand flash by. Could it be that little girl's hand, just because the elevator moved accidentally rolled down.
The mother and daughter disappeared after leaving the elevator, which seems to be explainable, because they were already dead at that time, and the ghosts naturally don't need to find a place to sleep.
In addition, the little girl counted ten people in the nine-person elevator, which already made the players' hearts jump. But according to the current situation, it was human at the time—in fact, there were only seven.
What is the other one
Thinking of this, Xiao Lan suddenly felt a cold sweat on her back. It wasn't how terrible ghosts were, but the feeling of subverting her original cognition was still too exciting.
The author has something to say:
It’s just time to write here for Christmas, it seems to be a little exciting, I will put a small theater for everyone to slow down:
Xiao Lan: Merry Christmas! Santa, transform! !
Luo: Sir, can you get off the roof first
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Wang Teddy: Merry Christmas everyone, do you miss me? Let me tell you what my brother’s underwear color today is—
Wang Ke picked up his silly brother and quickly went away, and a vague message came from the sky: Merry Christmas.