Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

There is a saying that goes, "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

The clock on the third floor is a traditional clock.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

"Ding--"

A crisp sound was heard.

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand coincided at this moment, and the time came to twelve o'clock midnight.

The lights on the first and second floors had been turned off long ago, and the lights on the third floor were also turned off as people went to bed.

In an instant, the gorgeous chandelier in the couple's room suddenly lit up, but the brightness was much dimmer than normal.

The man covered his eyes with his arms. He had just fallen asleep. What was his wife doing?

Can't I sleep even if I turn on the light?

"Tick...tick..."

Like the second hand of a clock ticking, drops of black-red blood were left on the brilliant light and fell on the orange-red sheets.

Gradually, the light became dimmer, from orange to scarlet, like a blood-red eye, peeping at the two people sleeping on the bed.

"Well……"

The man woke up from his sleep and instinctively picked up his phone to check the time.

00: 12.

It was past midnight. It was strange. Based on how tired I was today, I should have slept until dawn. Why did I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night?

The man raised his head and glanced at the chandelier above his head, but didn't find anything unusual.

I felt the urge to pee, so I stood up, put on my slippers, and walked towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

"Da da……"

The man stopped and his voice suddenly died away.

"I'm still half asleep, am I hallucinating? Why do I feel like there are footsteps behind me? Never mind, it's just hallucinations."

The man didn't care and continued walking towards the toilet.

"Da da... da da..."

"Da da da... da da da..."

“Da da da da…da da da…”

The number of footsteps changed from two at the beginning to four.

The man felt a little nervous, but the lights in the corridor were still bright, which gave him the courage to look back.

But no matter how he looked, there was no one behind him, or rather, he was the only one in the corridor.

"Haha, why am I so suspicious? How could there be a ghost? It's all just my imagination. The agent was talking so much nonsense during the day, it gave me an illusion. With the lights so bright, even if there is a ghost, it wouldn't dare to come out."

After comforting himself, the man strode forward without stopping.

In the middle of the corridor there is a window several meters wide. It is closed tightly and the curtains are not drawn, so you can see the scene inside from the outside.

Not far away, on the top floor of the villa next door, a cold gaze fell on the man who was in a hurry to go to the toilet. Three dark shadows with unclear features followed behind him.

But because the corridor was pitch black, Beichen couldn't see the man's expression clearly.

The man seemed oblivious.

"..."

"Leaving the bright light is a rule. It won't kill you, but you'll be targeted by ghosts."

"Staring at ghosts outside the villa won't attract attention."

Beichen remembered that there was a light switch in the corridor on the third floor of the villa, but from the man's appearance, he didn't seem to feel that he was walking in the dark.

Maybe... To the man, the lights in front of his eyes were bright.

The identities of the three ghosts are unknown, and their killing patterns are unclear. Let's observe them first.

After all, the Fire Moth's special department has never stipulated that it must rescue innocent people trapped in supernatural events.

The mortality rate for ordinary people involved in supernatural events is not much different from 100%.

Beichen picked up his phone and prepared to record the relevant information in the file, but after thinking for a moment, he retained some of it and only wrote down the first rule, and said that he was not able to handle it.

There's no reason, I just feel disgusted.

Deep down, I feel that some people in the special department give me an indescribable instinctive aversion.

It’s better not to show all her strength. Anyway... neither she nor Li Mo have any lofty ambitions. She only needs to protect Li Mo.

Protect this boy who pulled her out of despair.

In a blink of an eye, the man on the third floor of the villa disappeared from Beichen's sight. He had already walked past the window.

Beichen sighed lightly and continued to sit on the roof. The cherry blossoms in his hand turned bright red, trembling uncontrollably like his heart, eager to try.

"Da da da da..."

Every time the man took a step, there would be three more footsteps.

Although he hadn't seen any ghosts and was always under the light, the man still felt something was wrong.

So the next second, he pretended to take a big step forward, but slowed down the moment he landed, stepping lightly on the ground without making any sound.

then……

"..."

"..."

"..."

The corridor was silent.

The man stretched out his right hand and touched his chest. "I was so scared! It was really just hallucination. I thought there was a ghost. I was just scaring myself."

The man said so confidently.

After all, how could anyone know that he would suddenly slow down his footsteps in the next step? It seemed that the repetitive footsteps I heard before were all my imagination.

Sure enough, during the subsequent walks, there were no more extra footsteps in the corridor.

The man quickly came to the bathroom, but strangely, the appearance of the bathroom was different from what he remembered.

"That's strange. I didn't see any door when I went to the toilet during the day."

The man found it very strange that there was no door outside the toilet, only a layer of gauze blocking the view.

Perhaps this is the bad taste of the owner of Shangjijia Renfang.

"Glass door..."

The man was in a hurry to go back to the toilet and didn't notice it at all.

The reflection on the glass door had no light at all, but in his perception... the surroundings were extremely bright.

The man stretched out his hands, grabbed the rusty iron chain and pulled it frantically, as if he was crazy, completely ignoring the fact that his fingers were twisted and hitting the iron chain with his bones.

“Qiang Qiang Qiang!!”

The iron lock had been fiddled with so badly that it was shaky and there were faint signs of it falling off.

However, the man's hands were bloody and turned into rotten flesh.

But the man seemed to feel no pain. He knelt on the ground and bit the iron chain with his teeth.

"Clang."

The iron lock fell to the ground and the door to the fourth floor was opened.

The man walked in distractedly...

The next day, the sun was shining brightly. When the woman got up, she did not find her husband in bed.

After getting out of bed, she looked everywhere and called her husband's name, but there was no response after shouting for a long time.

"Where did that damn stinky dog go? He didn't even turn off the light. I was wondering why I had such a hard time sleeping last night."

The woman searched the entire third floor but couldn't find the man. However, she managed to wake up Ying and Ling who were fast asleep.

"Why are you sleeping? Hurry up and go to school. You have to figure out how to make breakfast yourself."

Ling raised her head and said, "Today is the weekend..."

"What's wrong with the weekend? Can you sleep in on the weekend? Hurry up and tidy up your room, then go downstairs and clean the living room. I'll come check later. If you're not done, you won't have lunch."

The woman showed a sarcastic look and was thinking in her mind how to get rid of these two burdens.

After all, you have to go to school. If you are reported and sued in court, you will lose a lot of money.

Ying and Ling looked at each other and lowered their heads in silence.

The woman left the room and continued looking for her husband, finally finding him at the door on the fourth floor.

But the man looked a little strange.

With his back to the woman, he stood motionless in front of the door on the fourth floor. The woman called him several times but he didn't respond.

The impatient woman rushed forward and kicked him hard, and the man came to his senses.

The man who was kicked to the ground yelled angrily, "What are you doing? Are you sick so early in the morning?"

The woman asked back, "I was just about to ask you, why are you acting like a ghost here so early in the morning? Have you cooked? Have you washed the clothes? You're standing here like a lunatic. What were you doing last night?"

"Last night I..."

"..."

The man stood there in a daze, his memories of last night seemed to be blacked out, he couldn't remember anything.

I only remember getting up in a daze and going to the bathroom, and I can't remember anything else.

I looked around and didn't see anything wrong with my body, which was strange.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you for now. I've already dealt with Ying and Ling. Let's go to the fourth floor and see what the situation is."

The woman walked around the man and came to the door on the fourth floor, only to find that the door lock had disappeared. She turned around and asked, "Did you take the door lock away?"

The man was still in a daze and kept shaking his head.

Chapter 36 The Special White-haired Pseudo-Man (4k5)

At this moment, the man tried hard to recall what happened last night. It was very strange that there were gaps in his memory.

Is he sleepwalking?

The two were wearing simple short-sleeved shirts and didn't have time to change due to time constraints.

The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, having worn blue yesterday, while the woman was wearing a green shirt, which she hadn't changed today.

The woman pushed open the door to the fourth floor and said, "Let's not talk about anything else for now. Come in and take a look. There might be a surprise."

The owners of the house for generations were all wealthy people. Rich people always lock their rooms, and the things inside must make their future lives more prosperous.

"Squeak-"

The door was opened, a creepy friction sound was heard, and the woman and the man walked in.

The moment she stepped into the room, the woman involuntarily shrank back, crossed her arms, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it so cold on the fourth floor? It's not even a villa if it doesn't have automatic lights."

No windows, no light.

The moment the woman took out her cell phone and turned on the flashlight, the man turned his head suddenly, like a piece of wood with a stiff neck twisted by its owner, and rotated 90 degrees to stare at the woman.

The man's expression became strange and he said nothing.

"Why are you looking at me? Go find the light switch. Do you want me to keep the flashlight on?" The woman cursed and walked forward nonchalantly.

The light shone on the wall, but instead of finding a switch, I found some strange... pictures.

Photo after photo was pasted on the wall, and all of them were large portraits of humans.

Some have bright smiles and bright eyes.