Jiang Ji, your kind act of taking the cat away has indeed changed your fate, the man said with a vicious smile.
He firmly believed that the rules had repeatedly set traps for them, and the so-called warm reminders must be full of malice. It seemed that he was advising them to do more good deeds, but in fact, he liked to see those pure and kind souls die helplessly because of a moment of weakness!
When the man with glasses turned around and waited to pass through customs, the panic on Jiang Ji's face also cooled down.
She smiled and waved at the man's back, silently mouthing: "Bye~"
She had used her foresight to see the room listing thrown out of the car window, and also knew the room number where the headless female corpse was killed, but she subconsciously believed that the answer to the level would not be so simple. She did not expect the man with glasses to be the first to step on the landmine.
After more than 20 years of smooth sailing life, the man with glasses became too narcissistic and arrogant. He firmly believed that the list of properties in his hand contained the correct answer. He even walked up to the notice board but was reluctant to look up at it.
The mechanical voice was still not heard, and the expression of the man with glasses gradually changed from confident to panic.
"What's going on? This can't be wrong, no..."
Gradually, his expression changed from panic to dull and blank.
He slowly stretched out his hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, then pulled upwards hard!
He pulled his own head out alive!
Wow! His strength is as great as that of a mountain and his courage is as overwhelming as that of the world!
The arterial blood sprayed vertically upwards for two meters, even affecting Jiang Ji who was eating melons nearby.
Her cheeks and neck were splattered with blood. The man's gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground with a clang, and blood spurted out like a fountain. His facial features slowly melted in front of her eyes, and his two eyeballs fell and bounced away on the ground.
Jiang Ji: ...
That is, as a comic for teenagers.
Isn't this a bit too inappropriate for children?
Under the traffic light, four bodies were staggering towards here, holding their heads. The heads in their arms raised their eyelids and stared at her with resentment, with the smile on their mouths getting bigger and bigger: "Jiang Ji... Jiang Ji... If we all die, you have to die too... Stay..."
“…”
Jiang Ji stabilized his rapidly decreasing sanity value and began to think.
The man with glasses has ruled out a wrong option for her. The female ghost is not at the crime scene at the moment.
The reason is not difficult to guess. After she became a ghost, she took revenge on the murderer as soon as possible. The crime scene no longer had much appeal to her. Now she should have returned to Room 2518, 25th Floor, Unit 2.
After all, home is the last memory most ghosts have before they die.
But Jiang Ji doesn't think so.
She silently thought of an answer in her mind.
Leng Bai's fingertips lightly touched the teardrop mole, triggering the supernatural power with the only remaining trace of mental strength in his body.
But this time, nothing could be seen except white light.
She laughed lightly.
"So the answer is, No. 2517, 25th Floor, Unit 2."
Bang!
A white light exploded before my eyes, and countless fragments of memories flooded into my mind.
…
I angrily went to Unit 1, Floor 12, Room 1211.
The person who opened the door was a kind-looking bald middle-aged man. I asked him why he followed and monitored me, sneaked into my house to steal my underwear, and stuffed some obscene and perverted little things into my house.
The middle-aged man denied it vehemently at first, but after I threatened to call the police, his expression suddenly became ferocious.
He dragged me into the room by my hair, pressed me to the ground, strangled me by the neck, and tore my clothes... Later, when he saw that I was dead, he was afraid that I would become a ghost and find him, so he took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and chopped my neck with it.
The kitchen knife was not sharp enough. The first cut failed to cut through. The second cut also failed. The third cut, the fourth cut...
It hurts, it hurts so much…it hurts so much!
He hid my head. Where did my head go?
My head...
It was hidden in a traffic light until a maintenance worker discovered it.
I killed the middle-aged man, but it was still not enough, not enough... I suddenly remembered that it was all the fault of the man next door. If he hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known and I wouldn't have died here... I finally understood this and I slowly laughed.
That’s right, it’s all his fault. He is the one who deserves to die the most.
I laughed.
I knocked on the door next door again and again.
Boom boom boom.
Is anyone home?
Boom boom boom.
Boom boom boom.
…
Pulling away from his memories, Jiang Ji touched his neck.
Huh...it's still there.
The ghost in Lihua Apartment is really insidious.
If you're not careful, you'll be lured into it.
He has set three answers for players:
The ghost girl's home.
Murder scene.
And the neighbor next door who kindly reminded me.
The first two answers can be found on bulletin boards and in listings dropped by passing vehicles, but you need to infer the last answer yourself.
There are 18 households on each floor of Lihua Apartment.
The female ghost is the last household, and it is not difficult to guess the number of the next door room.
The description in the previous diary may be mixed with the subjective conjecture of the diary owner, and it is impossible to infer how the female ghost behaved in her lifetime, but Jiang Ji always remembered the dark and chaotic tone of this world... Even the companions who fought side by side with the male protagonist, those night watchmen who walked alone in the dark night, turned into monsters who only knew how to kill after being contaminated and died.
Ghosts are irrational, and they will definitely find the owner of the diary who reminded her.
The last time she foresaw the future, there was nothing in it, except that she had escaped from the ghost story.
It makes sense and there is nothing wrong with it.
The world in the ghost story began to sink, and white fog filled the air...
I just felt a push on my back.
Jiang Ji was forcibly sent out of the world of ghost stories.
In a moment, the white mist disappeared, and the environment in front of me turned into the magnificent interior of a villa.
Something heavy was pressing down on her body. Not far away, Su Ling and others were lying on the sofa, blood was flowing on the floor, and the part above the neck was missing. The strong smell of blood made her retch physically.
“Hah!”
Jiang Ji saw clearly that the person pressing her down was the headless Su Zhigang, and she dry-heaved subconsciously.
She pushed the body away, crawled over to pick up the phone on the ground, and with her trembling fingers she dialed the wrong number several times.
"Hello, this is 110 Xingfu Street. Please go ahead."
The tears that had been suppressed all the time suddenly collapsed when I heard the gentle and friendly female voice on the other end of the phone, and the emotions that had been suppressed to the limit instantly burst out.