"Thief?"
Lu Ban didn't rush to the door.
Instead, he called He Youwu to report the incident to the police.
It's already night time. If the other party has any weapons, Lu Ban feels that as an ordinary citizen, it would be difficult for him to fight against them. It's better not to be brave at this time and just go to the police uncle honestly.
"What's the matter? Didn't you go to collect materials?"
He Youwu's voice sounded somewhat impatient, as if it was not his time to be on duty.
"After collecting materials, I found a penny on the side of the road."
Lu Ban answered casually.
"?"
He Youwu seriously wondered if Lu Ban was teasing him.
"Also, there might be a thief breaking into my house, and I'm at the door right now."
"Thief?"
He Youwu's originally somewhat irritable mood suddenly became tense.
Apart from the computer that can't mine, what other valuables does Lu Ban have at home? If you want to steal, don't steal from his house!
I'm afraid this isn't a thief, but...
"Serial killer?"
He Youwu said alertly, and then hurriedly spoke to Lu Ban.
"Don't act rashly. The other party may be very dangerous. We will send someone immediately. If he leaves, don't try to stop him. Just remember his characteristics."
"I see."
Lu Ban responded, hung up the phone, and glanced at the blurry figure beside him.
"You watch from here, I'll go from the other side."
He then came to the safe passage.
The window here leads to the outside. After thinking about it, Lu Ban climbed out directly.
The thirteenth floor was quite high, but he was agile and quickly followed the edge of the wall to the outside of his window.
Lu Ban was glad that he didn't have the habit of locking the windows. He pushed open the window of the living room and walked directly into the house.
The room was empty, and it didn't look like anyone had been in.
He walked lightly and looked around.
"Bathroom? Or bedroom?"
Lu Ban guessed where the other party might be hiding. After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban walked towards the bathroom.
…
Fifteen minutes ago.
He came to the downstairs of a building in the community.
“This is it.”
He muttered to himself.
This is the residence of his target this time.
To be honest, he didn't like how this was unfolding.
For him, killing is not a means but an end.
After awakening this hobby many years ago, he regarded killing as a hobby like watching movies and playing games.
When you are addicted, you will keep killing people, just like playing games and you can't stop.
But he didn't like what he was doing now.
Because now he wants to kill someone, not because he wants to kill someone, but because he has to kill this person.
This person had seen his face and linked him to the previous cases.
His years of hiding were exposed, and he was so angry that he had to kill the man.
I heard that this person is also an internet celebrity, what a pity.
He checked his gloves and the knife in his pocket. These were all his partners.
Of course, he was well aware that the police might use this man as bait and trap to capture him, but he could not suppress his anger. If he could not kill this man immediately, he would not be able to sleep or eat.
He unlocked the door smoothly and entered the house.
He had observed the man's daily routine for a long time and knew that the man had just left home for dinner and would not be back for a while.
He planned to hide in the closet, wait until the man was caught off guard, kill him, dismember him, and display his parts in different arrangements, just like the people he had killed before.
After seeing that many years ago, he felt that the past twenty years of his life had been wasted.
The real world is so close at hand, but I am still trapped in hypocritical interpersonal relationships. What a waste!
He closed the door as if he had never opened it, walked lightly through the living room and towards the bedroom.
Clang——
Suddenly, when he passed the bathroom, a sound came from there.
He immediately became alert and took out the folding knife from his pocket.
"Could it be that there is someone else?"
He remembered that there was sometimes a woman around this man. They lived in the same community and looked like a couple. Could it be that the woman was at home now?
He looked towards the bathroom.
On the ground, there was a bottle of shampoo still shaking slightly, as if it had just fallen off the shelf.
He stood at the door and checked that there was no one else in the kitchen, bathroom, or bedroom.
There really was no one else.
"Blown by the wind?"
He walked into the bathroom, bent down, and prepared to pick up the bottle of shampoo.
At this moment, he suddenly saw an eye staring at him in the floor drain of the bathroom next to the shampoo.
Click——
His heart skipped a beat and he blinked, and the eye seemed to disappear again.
He looked carefully towards the drain and found only some wet women's hair nearby.
"An illusion?"
He put the shampoo back on the shelf and turned to leave.
But when he turned his head, he saw that there seemed to be something extra in the bathroom mirror.
He paused.
Slowly, slowly, turn around and look at the mirror.
My own appearance is reflected in the mirror, exactly the same.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
In the mirror, he curled up his lips into a gloomy smile.
"!!!"
He took a half step back and rubbed his eyes.
It was still him in the mirror, his movements were exactly the same, but where did the smile come from?
“Weird…”
He muttered, walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
The curtains in the bedroom were half-drawn, and the light from the building opposite shone in, making it quite bright.
He opened the closet door, took a look, and hurried in.
Closing the door, he felt himself in darkness.
Only then did he realize it belatedly.
"When I closed the door just now, was there something in the closet?"
He felt his heartbeat quicken a little.
He never believed in ghosts or gods.
If there really were ghosts, wouldn't those people I killed have come here to seek revenge long ago?
I am fine now, which means there are no ghosts in this world.
He explained himself.
Then, he saw a pair of eyes in the closet, very close to his face, looking at him.
The eyes were a little yellow, and the whites of the eyes were full of bloodshot, looking hideous and terrifying.
"!!!"
He subconsciously pushed open the cabinet door, stumbled out, and fell to the ground.
When I looked back, there was nothing in the closet except clothes.
"Is it an illusion?"
He turned his head and faced under the bed.
He saw that under the bed, there was a funny doll, which was slowly raising its head in the deep shadows and revealing a weird smile. Its heavily made-up eyes were full of hatred, which was frightening.
"grass!"
Unable to resist swearing, he immediately got up and tried to leave the bedroom.
But a hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his trouser leg.
"Weird! Weird! Weird!"
He cursed a few times, shook off the hand, and hurried towards the door.
This house is so weird!!!
He decided to give up his murder plan and wanted to leave the haunted house immediately.
But just as he turned the doorknob and before he could push the door open, he felt something pressing on his shoulder.
He turned his head subconsciously, and when he saw that thing, the sound got stuck in his throat. Before it came out, he was dragged back by some force.
Only the door was left ajar, waiting for its owner.