Chen Yang listened to the bell and his upper body bent forward reflexively, unable to lift his head. Chen Yang's cervical spine was already injured. After delivering the package, he was worried about Chao Jian's condition. He forced himself to ignore the pain and discomfort. Later, in an emergency, the bald man hurriedly carried Xiang Dong on his back, and his injury worsened. He hypnotized himself again not to think about it.
But now it broke out of the ground amid the sound of bells, and the pain made him dizzy and nauseous, and his head was spinning.
Chen Yang's body was lifted into the air and he was carried on a stranger's back. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Chao Jian who carried him.
In such an environment, Chen Yang didn't care about how he felt when Chao Jian carried him on his back for the first time. He just wanted him to put him down. The right hand supporting his leg made his heart ache.
Chen Yang completely forgot how many miles he had walked with Jian on his back after pulling out four of his fingernails a few months ago. He couldn't even remember the pain in his heart.
What he paid and what he got were all blurred by fate. He was also a patient, very sick, but he didn't know he was sick, and no one told him.
Just when Chen Yang was about to break free from Chao Jian's grip, the bell sound stopped.
Chen Yang raised his eyes and saw that the staircase leading to the seventh floor was dead silent. The little girl did not come to the sixth floor, she just walked in the corridor from the seventh floor to the sixth floor.
"Brother Yang, didn't you say that the bell on the child's feet didn't ring?" Fengli swallowed dryly. He recalled the information about the child ghost that Chen Yang had described. Did he remember it wrong
"It was indeed silent when I saw it." Chen Yang held his cervical vertebrae and looked up at the dim stairs. Somehow, he had a strange idea that the little girl seemed to be urging them to go up quickly.
"Put me down." Chen Yang patted Chao Jian's shoulders twice, but was carried up the stairs by him.
Xiangdong, who was walking behind holding onto the wall, asked, "Old Chen, what's wrong with you?"
After he shouted, his eyebrows raised and his expression was weird. He shouted like that to adjust the atmosphere, but he didn't expect that the moment he actually shouted it, he would have an indescribable subtle feeling, as if he had shouted it many times and it had been a long time since he shouted it.
This is strange. Xiangdong rubbed his chin. This was the first time he called Chen Yang like that.
When Chen Yang heard Xiangdong call him "Old Chen", his emotions did not fluctuate much. Ever since two people called him "Little Yangyang", he could accept any strange name.
Sensing the pressing gaze behind him that was determined to get a result, Chen Yang said simply, "It's okay." He felt the toughness and paranoia from the strength that Chao Jian held on his legs.
—I want to carry you on my back. Let me carry you on my back.
—Then memorize it.
Chen Yang stopped struggling. He stretched out his half-curled arms and hugged Chao Jian's neck. He leaned his head over and his breath with a hint of smoky smell brushed gently over him.
Chao Jian's figure as he was going up the stairs paused. He was stunned for a moment, and the ten fingers that were holding the person on his back suddenly clenched, his fingertips trembling and bleeding.
Chen Yang tried his best to lift the center of gravity of his body upwards to make it easier for him to carry it.
The moment I turned the corner and reached the seventh floor, a soft song suddenly rang out in the building.
"Little bunny, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in, no, no, I won't open it, my mother hasn't come back yet..."
The voice was behind them! Downstairs!
Several people exchanged glances. Wasn't the little girl upstairs just now? Why was she downstairs now
"Good boy, little rabbit, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in, no, no, I won't open it, mommy didn't..." A faint echo floated in the silent corridor, which was creepy.
"Mom isn't back, Mom isn't back..." Pineapple hummed subconsciously, "Mom... Mom?" His eyes suddenly widened, "It's Mom!"
Everyone else understood what Pineapple meant, and the "mother" in the ballad was the key point.
Xiangdong touched Pineapple's head and sighed like an old father.
This damn kid has finally gotten on track as a tasker, and now is just the real beginning.
The excitement and excitement of solving the answer dispelled Pineapple's fear. He covered his face and peeked downstairs through his fingers. The little girl couldn't be from another building, and her appearance was not without reason. Which of the residents who received the express delivery could be her family member
"Room 101 is the old lady and her son, and the portrait is a photo of them together. Room 201 is Shi Yisheng, who lives alone, and Room 202 is a young couple without children..."
"Room 602 is a family of four." Pineapple was the only one on the stairs mumbling to herself, "No, no, no, that family has boys."
"By process of elimination, that would be... 301!"
"Didn't the uncle in Room 602 also say that there are no children on the seventh floor?"
Fengli panted quickly: "Yes, yes, she is the daughter of Cao Guifang from 301!"
As Pineapple finished speaking, the surroundings became eerily quiet.
"Cao Guifang hanged herself. Her high heels, which she had left on the steps, stepped on the paint. She must have gone somewhere to look for her daughter."
Fengli felt like his eight extraordinary meridians were opened up, and his thoughts flowed like a spring. He couldn't help but say, "The person living opposite 301 is a property manager. The little girl saw him killing the courier and ran back home in fear. Not long after, he knocked on the door. The little girl thought it was her mother who came back, so she opened the door, and then he killed her!"
Chen Yang saw the shadow of Zhao Yuan in Pineapple at this time. His eyes were glowing and his tail was swinging wildly, just like Zhao Yuan.
After Fengli finished his analysis, he saw that his teammates did not respond, and his energy and spirit suddenly shrank a lot: "Is it wrong?"
"We need evidence whether I'm right or not." Chen Yang leaned on Chao Jian's shoulder.
"Oh oh." Pineapple scratched her neck, "So where are we going now? Should we go to 301 to confirm?"
"Go up first." Chen Yang said, "Keep going up."
Fengli moved towards the eldest brother and whispered, "Brother Yang, are your legs uncomfortable?"
"My cervical vertebra is injured." Xiangdong put a cigarette in his mouth.
"It won't affect your walking, will it?" Fengli looked at Chen Yang's cervical vertebrae worriedly. The dog food came at the wrong time, and he couldn't resist it.
Xiangdong snapped the cap of his lighter, and the flame illuminated his weak and exhausted brows: "Your brother Yang has carried that guy many times, if not thousands or tens of thousands, then hundreds of times already. What's wrong with him carrying him once?"
"…" Fengli could see that Chen Yang didn't want Chao Jian to carry him, but Chao Jian wanted to carry him, even though his tightly wrapped hands began to bleed. In the end, Chen Yang compromised.
Fengli silently ate the bowl of bloody dog food, and looked at Ayuan on Xiaoxiang's back with a sigh, "Everyone is in such a pity. Only Xiaoxiang and I are not injured. My sister hasn't woken up yet."
Xiangdong slowly raised one leg and stepped onto the stairs: "Where did you come from, sister?"
"Ayuan," Fengli said, "Boss, weren't you there when I recognized her as my sister? You are a witness."
Xiangdong: “…”
Lin Shuwei and Xiaoxiang, who was carrying Ayuan on his back, climbed the stairs in front of them. The two of them stopped at the stairs on the seventh floor at the same time.
Pineapple's mouth and nose were blocked by the solidified air flow around him, and he felt suffocated. He nervously held onto the eldest brother and carefully went upstairs. He stood on the steps behind them and twisted his neck to look out.
No one lives on the seventh floor!
Pineapple was silent like everyone else, not daring to make a sound.
Chen Yang was greatly surprised by the situation on the seventh floor. This floor did not have the realistic and thrilling story he had imagined. It seemed that without express delivery, there would be no indigenous NPCs in the mission world.
So... Chen Yang turned his head slightly to look in one direction, and there was only a rooftop left.
A breeze blew in from the rooftop, making it feel cool. It felt like a late autumn night outside, rather than midday in the hot summer.
Pineapple sniffed: "Do you smell anything?"
"Nonsense, there's no onion stuck in my nose." Xiangdong cursed while smoking. Damn it, the main thread of the mission was finally connected by the smell of paint.
It was late at night on the rooftop. The wind blew against the sweaty and bleeding bodies of the seven people, and above their heads was the gloomy night.
A man was squatting on the ground with his back to them. There was a paint bucket next to him. He was painting a chair with a large brush.
Fengli looked at the man's clothes and figure, and his face turned pale: "It's that property manager!"
Xiangdong, who had personally dealt with the property management, and several other people who had heard the description also recognized it. The main characters in the mission were not far away, and they seemed to have heard the countdown to leaving.
Chen Yang got off Chao Jian's back. He observed the property from a distance and only detected grief and despair from the other party, but not the madness and brutality of someone chasing the courier in the corridor with an axe.
At what point in time was this property
Sweat dripped down Xiao Xiang's forehead, and her newly styled hair was sticky to her neck. She panted and asked, "Shall we go over there?"
"Be careful and wait a moment." Chen Yang shook his head.
"Bang!" Lin Shuwei sat down on the ground with a thud. The arm that was severely cut kept bleeding and soon formed a pool on the ground.
Chen Yang frowned. Now that no one was delivering packages, there was no time limit on the time one could stay in the building, but the atmosphere was more tense.
The whole team was shrouded in the smell of rust.
Chen Yang wiped his face. The current situation did not allow him to implement a safe strategy. He could only take risks. He looked at Chao Jian who kept squeezing the milk slices, and then looked at Lin Shuwei who was pressing the wound on the ground. A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes. The noise made by these two people did not attract the attention of the property management. The other party seemed to be unable to see them.
Thinking of this, Chen Yang strode towards the property management, holding Chao Jian's hand. When habit, trust, dependence, and love are mixed together and cannot be torn apart, you can only follow your heart.
The unfamiliar emotions were broken into pieces by the mission and the identity number, and it would be difficult to sort them out. Chen Yang had no one to turn to. If his sister was still alive, he would have someone to talk to.
Unfortunately, there is no if, and his sister left him alone in this increasingly mysterious world.
The disaster three or four years ago completely destroyed Chen Yang's life. His social relationships changed drastically. Wu Yu, who grew up with him, became a stranger at first, and then he finally became a colleague with him and fell into a coma. His university classmates no longer had any contact with him, and his elder brother Zhang Qi, who helped him a lot in the rehabilitation hospital, asked for leave and could not be contacted. Even Sun Wenjun, who was inexplicably close to him, temporarily withdrew from his life.
My loved ones are gone and I have lost contact with my friends one after another.
Chen Yang hesitated and considered for a long time, and carefully placed Xiangdong in the position of a friend and comrade-in-arms, but there were still many things that were not convenient to disclose.
After completing this mission, he will go see a psychiatrist. If he has no one to talk to, he will talk to the doctor.
He wanted to ask the doctor, who was boiling him like a frog in warm water, as if it was a long-planned plan. The man with a terrifying possessiveness always stared at him with painful eyes but said nothing. How should he deal with this relationship
Chen Yang felt that his mentality was a little broken and his nerves were weakened. Chao Jian opened his heart to him, faced his two questions directly, and then stopped, not letting him in. Just letting him see but not letting him in was too torturous.
Chen Yang believed that he had slowly regained his former character after completing the mission, and he was optimistic and determined in his goals. However, he had just come to his senses yesterday, and today he had to start the mission. He was very tired, whether he was forcing himself to concentrate on finding clues or trying to figure out what was behind Chao Jian's concealment of him.
Maybe he just couldn't figure it out, Chen Yang's brain was broken, he remembered Xiang Zimu's past life and present life, and remembered Xiang Dong suspected that he had lost his memory, and it was not just an indirect forgetting of the accident between him and his sister. Then he began to suspect that he had something with Chao Jian in his previous life, and it was not a reunion, so Chao Jian came to find him in this life, both obsessed and resentful of him.
Chao Jian has never told anyone about his past life in order to evade the rules of destiny, for fear that it would bring him to pieces and no hope of recovery. He can only wait for an opportunity.
Chen Yang collected his messy thoughts with a mixture of laughter and tears. He and Chao Jian walked over first, and the others including Lin Shuwei followed closely.
There was paint on the ground, and Fengli almost stepped on it. He wiped the sweat off his forehead nervously. If he stepped on the paint, time and space would probably change. That wouldn't work. He hadn't figured it out yet.
"Brother Dongdong Dongdong, Cao Guifang has been here, right?" Fengli supported the eldest brother, her lips trembling, "Did I guess everything right?! The little girl was killed by this property management!"
As soon as Pineapple finished speaking, a figure appeared next to the man painting.
She was a little girl, wearing a pink nightgown that was just below her knees, her hair wrapped in a bath towel. She looked like she had just taken a bath, she had a pretty face and a face full of collagen.
Chen Yang looked up and down at the little girl and knew that she was the resident of 502. The fine hair on the little girl's neck was not messed up by the wind, and it was motionless, like a shadow.
Perhaps it was because the little girl still retained her lively appearance as she did in life, without being twisted or rotten, so the horror level was not that great.
The little girl couldn't see Chen Yang and the others. She wanted to stop the man painting, but she couldn't touch him.
Both are transparent.
"They all have to die..." The man's voice was hidden in the cold night wind, eerie and terrifying, "All couriers, must die..." He choked and rubbed his eyes with his arm, "I will avenge you..."
The little girl looked at him sadly, tears of blood flowing silently, which was creepy and pitiful.
Chen Yang spotted a bloodstain on the chair with his sharp eyes. His throat moved and he understood the purpose of the property management company painting the chair.
The man was not brushing calmly, his hands were shaking, and he looked towards the rooftop entrance after a while to prevent any residents from coming up. Chen Yang deduced that this was his first time destroying evidence after killing someone.
So which courier did he kill first
A figure in gray work clothes involuntarily appeared in front of Chen Yang's eyes. He was the middle-aged courier standing next to the tricycle delivering packages to them!
A chill seeped up Chen Yang's back, as if everything was connected.
A middle-aged courier had evil thoughts and killed the girl in Room 502 while delivering a package. The property management found out and took revenge, then posted a notice warning the courier not to enter the building and carried out indiscriminate attacks.
And the little girl was just as Fengli said, she happened to run into the crime scene and was silenced by the property management... The paint on her mother Cao Guifang's high heels was to lead them to the rooftop to see this scene.
Now that everything is clear, why are they still here? What is their mission this time
"Let's go to Room 302." Chen Yang suggested.
Soon, everyone stood at the door of 302, with keys in the door facing them.
Chen Yang unlocked the door and went in. He suddenly stopped and looked back. The door opposite him had changed from being closed to being open. The time and space in the building had been moving, and now he didn't know where he was.
Chao Jian pushed Chen Yang and said, "Go in."
"Yeah." Chen Yang withdrew his attention from 301 and focused on 302.
After entering the room, Xiao Xiang placed the unconscious A Yuan on the sofa. She glanced at Lin Shuwei, or Chu Si to be exact, who was sitting next to her with a cold temperament, and walked towards Chen Yang and the others without saying anything.
"The mission is only one step away from success. Now we have entered a vicious circle of fixed thinking. In order to get out of it, we must first determine the relationship between the property and the girl in Room 502." Chen Yang looked around at the furniture in front of him and walked towards the bedroom.
Fengli ran to the sofa to check on Ah Yuan's situation, then ran back worriedly to express her thoughts: "If those two were just ordinary property owners, he wouldn't have to kill someone to avenge her, but if they were a couple, they didn't live together."
Xiangdong sat backwards on the chair, scratching his shaved head with the hand holding the cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of smoke from his mouth and nose: "We just started talking."
"Then the feelings are not deep. Can a boyfriend sacrifice his life for his new girlfriend? This is against the law!" Fengli felt that this was impossible. It was not that he did not believe in love, but that he believed in reality and human nature more.
Because he hadn't experienced the former, and the latter had played out countless dramas on his path to growth, trampling on his dignity and spine. Not only him, but also the boss, Cha Cha and other brothers... They were all like this.
"Couples living in the same building will visit each other frequently even if they don't live together, and they will leave some daily necessities at each other's homes." Xiao Xiang looked around the house and thought calmly, "It's obvious that they are not a couple."
They are not a couple, nor are they simply property owners and property owners. So what are they? Brothers and sisters? Not really.
Chen Yang found the answer quickly. There was an album in the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom, which contained all the photos of the little girl from Room 502, from her childhood to her graceful teenage years, and then to her beautiful life between a girl and a woman before her death.
The album contains a man's long-lasting secret love.
It was unknown what had started it all. Chen Yang only knew that this secret love had finally died. No, it had not ended yet. It would end only when the task was completed.
When Chen Yang and his companions left 302 and went to 502, they met someone and everyone stopped.
"It's that NPC!" Pineapple exclaimed in a low voice.
"Follow me." He waved to the east.
The middle-aged courier came up from the second floor. He passed by Chen Yang and the others, holding a parcel in his hand and pinching it with his fingertips, with a strange expression on his face.
"Underwear?" the middle-aged courier muttered to himself, "With a thin chain... something sexy?" He seemed to imagine the style, and his face and ears turned red. He didn't know how old the owner was or what he looked like, but he was quite playful.
Chen Yang and the others followed the middle-aged courier upstairs and saw him stop at the door of 502.
The next scene caught Chen Yang off guard.
The middle-aged courier knocked on the door, but the person who opened the door was not the little girl, but the property management. He glared at the courier with bloodshot eyes and his face was distorted.
The next second he turned back to the house, rushed out grabbing a kitchen knife, chopped at them, and roared in pain: "Everyone must die!"
The middle-aged courier didn't know what was happening. He dodged and stepped back, covering his slashed shoulder, turned around and ran downstairs, shouting for help.
The property management team glanced at 501 when they chased after him.
Chen Yang also looked over and it seemed like there was a pair of eyes stuck to the cat's eye, staring at him.
It turns out that what the residents of 501 witnessed was not the murder of the little girl, but the property management hacking the courier to death.
The cries for help and screams disappeared, and the building was silent. Chen Yang came to his senses and asked, "Where did he run to?"
"402." Xiangdong was lying on the stairs smoking.
Pineapple was sweating coldly as she watched. The NPC in her previous life ran into Room 402 which was under renovation and had its door open, and was killed.
"What, what's going on? What is our mission?" Pineapple's face was filled with confusion and panic. Why did it seem different from what he guessed
Chen Yang didn't answer. Chao Jian pushed him towards 502. He walked a short distance in and stopped. He looked at the female corpse in front of the sofa and said in a dry voice: "Find the murderer who killed the property's sweetheart."
"No, isn't he a courier?" Pineapple shuddered after asking.
There are quite a few characters in this mission, except for one courier NPC. The original scene just reproduced shows that he was not the one who killed the person.
If it’s not the courier, then who is it