Ah, this...

Su Ling sat aside anxiously.

If I'm not mistaken, the couple died in your hands. What does it have to do with this building?

But when he saw the look in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Su Ling immediately nodded in approval: "Yes!"

Jiang Chen gave her an approving look and said, "Tell me about the problems faced by the residents on the third floor."

When the third floor was mentioned, Su Ling's expression changed.

"Brother Jiang...even though you're very powerful and can even deal with ghosts, I still suggest that you don't go to the third floor!"

"Believe me, even the residents on the first and second floors combined are not as terrifying as any of the residents on the third floor."

"They are all monsters with the darkest minds. They have experienced unimaginable pain and are constantly thinking about inflicting their own painful experiences on others!"

Jiang Chen looked thoughtful.

He estimated that starting from the third floor, there were only evil spirits.

At this level, it is difficult to cope with it with his current basic strength. He needs to beat the Kuiniu drum to ensure a sure kill.

"It's okay. I'm sincere and kind, and I really want to help them. I believe they won't make it too difficult for me."

"When people get along with each other, it's all about putting yourself in others' shoes."

"I treat them with kindness, hoping they won't be ignorant of my... ahem, my human nature."

Jiang Chen said seriously.

He tried his best to guide the little girl onto the right path.

Su Yue also listened thoughtfully and nodded repeatedly.

㱗I silently memorized the second quote from Jiang Chen in my heart.

——I give you face, so don’t be ignorant of the evil.

"The family of three in Room 302 died tragically." Su Ling began to narrate.

"Have you heard of an onomatopoeia? It's a creepy ghost that imitates any sound and then lures people over and kills them."

Jiang Chen looked thoughtful.

He remembered one of the taboos in the community.

"If this is your first time in the community, please remember that there are no acquaintances here. Even if there were, they wouldn't call your name from behind in the middle of the night."

Su Ling organized his words and continued.

"It is said that one night, the man in 302 was working the night shift, and the woman came home with her child. She scolded the child for something, and the child hid in his room and refused to come out."

"At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door."

"The woman was very alert. Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night? She wanted to lean over the peephole to check, but she heard her husband's voice outside."

"He said he forgot something at home and the company needed it urgently, so he asked her to open the door quickly."

"The familiar voice lowered the woman's guard."

"When she opened the door, she saw a pale female ghost, pinching her neck and imitating her husband's voice, urging her on."

"The woman was killed just like that."

"Not long after, there was a knock on the child's bedroom door, and his mother gently apologized. She apologized for what had happened, and her attitude was unprecedented. She also said she had made him something to eat as compensation."

"The child just opened the locked door."

"All I saw was my mother's corpse and a female ghost pinching her throat."

"That wasn't the worst part. The most terrifying thing was that not long after, the man who was working overtime at the company received a call. It was his wife's anxious voice saying that the child was seriously ill and needed to go to the hospital immediately."

"The man hung up the phone and rushed home..."

After Su Ling finished speaking, he added a sentence.

"After that, whenever someone passed by the third floor, they would always hear a familiar voice from 302 calling them. If they turned around at that time, it would be completely over."

After listening to this, Jiang Chen nodded without saying anything more.

Get up and walk upstairs.

Su Ling followed behind him and could still hear him mumbling to himself.

"I wonder if the onomatopoeia will imitate the sounds of misery..."