The sky was completely dark, until 8:30 in the evening.
Tieguai Hutong is originally an old alley, and most of the people living here are elderly people who are getting older.
At this time, there are no street lights in the entire alley.
The doors and windows of every house are already closed.
Several household lights were lit scattered.
It can be regarded as dispelling a little bit of fear brought by the darkness.
Wu Cheng took the lead to get on and off from the taxi, and when he got out of the car, he gave Huang Mao a wink.
His eyes were cold, with a trace of viciousness.
He looked at the trembling driver.
He had already done it, and when Huang Mao got off the car, he quickly left this ghost place.
Of course he also knew that Tieguai Hutong was one of the scenes of the skinning murders during this period.
Especially at night, he didn't want to come here, who knew that he was pulling two very unique people!
Although he didn't want to listen, there was so much space in the carriage.
He basically listened to Wu Cheng's conversation!
Faintly related to this murder.
This almost made him mention his throat on the way, and he didn't dare to breathe.
But he begged his grandpa to sue his grandmother in his heart, and wanted to send the two plague gods away quickly, but Huang Mao didn't move when he got there.
Did not mean to get off the car at all.
The driver swallowed, with an ugly smile on his face, then turned around and asked: "Brother, we are here..."
But the only person who responded to him was Huang Mao's cold and merciless eyes.
This glance made him breathless.
The next second, a sharp knife flickered with cold light, and he only felt a flower in front of him, and his neck suddenly became cold.
The driver began to look at his neck in astonishment, the sharp knife had already been inserted into his throat at this time.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't get any strength at all.
Only the gurgling sound from the throat was the sound of blood pouring out of the throat.
Huang Mao's hand was full of blood, and the knife was so hard that almost all of the blade was stabbed in.
Huang Mao understood that Wu Cheng meant that he had to end up with the driver.
He has heard too much, and if he is allowed to leave, he will definitely call the police.
This will play a big obstacle in the task.
In other words, since the two of them stopped the taxi, the driver was destined to end this.
Huang Mao violently retracted the sharp knife, a stream of blood splashed out again, staining his clean clothes red.
Fortunately, he was wearing black clothes, even if he was splashed with blood, he couldn't see it.
However, the strong smell of blood lingered on him.
The driver died, his eyes rounded, and he fell on the back of his seat.
Huang Mao blankly put the sharp knife on the driver's clothes and rubbed it a few times.
Then he opened the door and came to Wu Cheng.
Although he is loyal to evil spirits, he is very good at dealing with living people.
At this time, Wu Cheng was standing with his hands behind his back, standing at the door of the alley, examining the situation.
The entrance to a narrow alley, behind it is endless darkness.
Like a fierce and terrifying beast, waiting for its prey to approach.
The scar on Wu Cheng's face was even more red at this time.
This is his state after a high level of nervousness.
It can be seen that even Wu Cheng, when faced with the task, is walking on thin ice and coping nervously.
Huang Mao came to Wu Cheng, "Boss, everything is resolved."
Wu Cheng bowed his head and weighed it down, then looked at his watch.
Knowing that he could no longer linger, he didn't speak, and walked directly into the alley.
Huang Mao looked at the darkness ahead, feeling anxious, and followed in after the last gritted teeth.
It is now known that the evil spirit can only kill one person a day, and it is safe from now to midnight.
In the silent night, Wu Cheng and two had entered the depths of Tieguai Hutong.
During this time, the surrounding environment was quiet as usual, and nothing happened.
This also allowed Wu Cheng to firm up the evil spirit's law of killing.
My heart is also a lot easier, not long.
Their figures stopped in front of a house.
It was an extremely dilapidated old yard, which seemed to be at least several decades old.
A pair of portraits of door gods who have been washed away by the years and have lost their color are pasted on the door, and large gaps have appeared in several places on the wooden door panels.
Wu Cheng's mind moved, and with the hazy moonlight, he clung to him.
I put my eyes in front of those gaps, wanting to see what's inside.
But at this glance, it turned out to be black and saw nothing.
It felt like something was blocking it on the opposite side.
Wu Cheng had some doubts in his heart.
So I changed a gap and kept looking.
But it is still the case, this pitch black is not caused by the lack of light.
Obviously something was blocking him, preventing Wu Cheng from further observation.
Huang Mao frowned, feeling something was wrong.
He quickly patted Wu Cheng, "Boss, something is wrong, look here."
Huang Mao pointed to the gaps in the door panel.
If Wu Cheng restores his body to its original position, he will not be possessed for inspection.
After those gaps, one could faintly see the scene in the yard through the moonlight.
Some light sources illuminate from the inside.
Wu Cheng was dumbfounded, this is...
But he understood immediately!
Hurrying to pull Huang Mao back quickly!
There is someone behind the door!
Where Wu Cheng looked at the gap, that person would block his face in which gap.
Look at each other with Wu Cheng!
No wonder, it's always black!
Rao Shi Wu Cheng was also taken aback by this situation.
Both the dossier and Luo Huisheng's personal narration have clearly revealed a message.
That is Guan Ze's house, there is only one wife who is paralyzed in bed!
There is no ability to move at all!
It's definitely not her at the door!
I don't know if it is a psychological effect or if it is true, Wu Cheng feels that the whole hutong is especially weird.
Even after 8 o'clock in the evening, it is not always silent.
There is not even the cicadas and birds crying of animals.
The whole area seems to be shrouded by something evil!
Dead!
Huang Mao panted heavily because of fear.
It's the only sound around!
Wu Cheng stayed where he was, and his scalp was tingling.
Something behind the door in the dark night.
What the hell is that
To enter or not to enter
But in the end, Wu Cheng still began to move his body to the door.
He finally believed the previous judgment.
The evil spirit can only kill one person a day!
This is in line with the difficulty of intermediate tasks!
He believes that there is a person behind the door more than evil spirits!
Huang Mao watched Wu Cheng's movements and wanted to stop him, but after all he did not say anything.
I had to move a little bit behind him.
The sound of stabs, stabs, and footsteps rubbing against the sand is particularly clear in the silent night.
Wu Cheng stood still in front of the door, this time he stopped peeping.
Rather, his right hand was slightly raised, and the door was snapped!
Huang Mao was so frightened by this move that he immediately took a step back.
Staring at Wu Cheng in horror.
Wu Cheng thought that since he decided to enter, he might as well enter in an upright manner.
Believe in the judgment in your heart!
A knock on the door surrounded the surrounding air, but there was still no movement behind the door.
As if everything before was an illusion.
Wu Cheng frowned and knocked again unbelief.
Behind the door is still like stagnant water.
At this time, Wu Cheng was also a little bit unsure, and now neither is entering nor retreating.
And Yan Yan and others don't know when they will arrive.
They don't have much time.
Wu Cheng gritted his teeth and was about to kick open the door and force him in.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door, very heavy.
It should be a male.
Wu Cheng was wary and withdrew a little bit.
Before long, the door of the room opened from the inside, and a young man who appeared to be in his twenties appeared at the door.
Under the moonlight, Wu Cheng looked at it, and the man looked decadent and vicissitudes of life.
The slight stubble on his face and the messy hair can tell that he has had a bad time.
But the clothes are clean, and he wears a pair of gold glasses, but his mental state is very bad.
Seeing the people, the man asked in surprise: "Who are you?"
Wu Cheng felt a little inexplicable.
This person should have come out of the back room from the sound of footsteps just now.
Who was the person who blocked the door before
Wu Cheng carefully recalled Guan Ze's family background. Judging from his age, this should be his son, Guan Ping, who has been working in other places.
Wu Cheng suddenly put away his usual cold expression, turned around and glanced at the yellow hair behind him.
Some mildly said: "We are the leaders of the place where Guan Ze works. We know that something is wrong with him, so come and comfort him."
This sentence is simply full of loopholes.
The place where Guan Ze once worked was an abandoned old factory. It was too difficult to see his family in the neighborhood, so he asked Guan Ze to take care of the door.
How can there be leaders
Huang Mao glanced at Wu Cheng, wondering how he could say such a thing.
Even if he heard something was wrong, how could Guan Ping believe it
But to his expectation, Guan Ping nodded thoughtfully: "It turns out that's the case, then come in quickly."
When Wu Cheng heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of elusive charm.
In this way, the two followed Guan Ping into the house.
But Wu Cheng took a deep look at a corner of the yard.
Then he continued to follow Guan Ping into the back room quietly.
The space in the back room is not large, just like an ordinary bungalow.
The two cabins are considered to be two bedrooms, and Guan Ping invited the two into one of them.
"Sit down first, I'll pour a glass of water."
Wu Cheng stretched out his hand and said, "Don't bother."
Guan Ping said with a silly smile: "What you want, it's rare for someone to come to my house now."
Wu Cheng listened to him and smiled with him, but his eyes became colder.
This room is obviously flat, with some books around it, and a suitcase in the corner.
When Guan Ping came to the kitchen at this time, the silly smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a gloomy face.
He pushed Jinsi's eyes, took out two cups from the cabinet, and poured hot water.
But then, he took out two packets of powdery things from his arms and scattered them all inside.
Guan Ping took possession of the water glass and glanced at the other room coldly.
And in the center of that room, there is a table with two spiritual positions on it.
One man and one woman, the man is Guan Ze, and the woman is his wife Chen Juan! (End of this chapter)