Tired, numb, and thin were Chen Ge's first impression of Wang Qi.

The two men passed each other, and Chen Ge returned the missing person notice he had just picked up from the ground to him. The man whispered thank you.

This was the first time he spoke, his voice was hoarse and not very clear.

"You're welcome, it's just a small matter."

Chen Ge smiled in return and followed the lame man to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, the second floor seemed more damp and dark, with cobwebs in the corners and the walls mottled, as if they had been scratched with a carving knife.

The lame man led Chen Ge all the way to the end of the corridor before stopping. He opened the door of the room at the end of the corridor and took out a long bunch of keys from it: "It's fifty dollars a night, and you can choose any room on the second floor."

“Isn’t fifty too expensive?”

"I'm the only apartment within a few thousand meters around here, so charging you fifty is already a low fee." When the lame man spoke, his eyes would always glance back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was looking at something.

"Okay, but why can we only choose the rooms on the second floor? Aren't the first and third floors uninhabited?"

"Why do you have so many questions? If you can't live here, you can't live here!" The lame man took fifty yuan from Chen Ge's pocket and stuffed a key into his hand. "The house number is on the key. Go find it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he went into the house. The moment the door closed, Chen Ge heard an old man sobbing from inside the house, as if his food was stuck in his throat.

Chen Ge felt something was wrong and reached out to press the door lock: "Wait a moment."

"What's wrong again?" The lame man spoke in a bad tone, and it could be heard that he was a little annoyed.

Chen Ge looked inside through the crack in the door. The rental house was not large. In addition to the lame man standing at the door, there was an old man sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the door. The voice just now came from his mouth.

"I'm a little thirsty, do you sell water and drinks?"

"No!"

"Harmony brings wealth, why are you so angry..."

The door slammed shut, and Chen Ge felt increasingly strange standing at the door.

"In a normal apartment building, the reception desk must be at the main entrance, but this apartment's reception desk is hidden deep in the corridor on the second floor." He looked at the key in his hand, and many questions emerged in his mind: "Why can't people live on the first and third floors? Who is the old man who lives with the landlord?"

There was a number 208 on the key. Coincidentally, the room corresponding to this key was right next to the man with the sloping foot.

"Forget it, let's move in first." After running around for more than two hours, Chen Ge was a little tired.

He opened the door and a faint musty smell wafted out. The room must have been uninhabited for a long time. The furniture was covered with dust and the sheets were damp and felt uncomfortable to the touch.

"Is this bed suitable for sleeping?" Before Chen Ge could put down his bag, he heard a crisp "pop" sound coming from the next room, as if a bowl was broken.

He closed the door and eavesdropped against the wall. Soon he heard the lame man cursing. Perhaps because he was too angry, the lame man mixed one or two words of dialect into his curses. His accent did not sound like that of a local.

The old man was sobbing and couldn't speak, and the lame man cursed for several minutes before he stopped. What was abnormal next was that the volume of the TV next door suddenly became louder.

"What's going on? What is he doing? Why is he turning up the volume on the TV?" Chen Ge continued to eavesdrop for a few minutes, but because the volume of the TV was too loud, he didn't get anything out of it, so he had to give up: "Forget it, I'd better worry more about my own business. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."

Chen Ge threw his backpack on the dresser, took out a fruit knife from it and hid it in his pocket: "The complaint message on the second-hand housing website said that there were bloodstains behind the wall of the room, and there was always a foul odor late at night, so I suspected that this place was a haunted house. But I searched all the information related to Ping An Apartment on the Internet, and I didn't find any murder case that happened in this apartment building."

Chen Ge was well aware that Ping An Apartment must be hiding some unspeakable secrets since it was chosen by Black Phone as the venue for the trial mission.

He hid the fruit knife, took out the multi-tool hammer, and knocked and checked every corner of the room, but still found nothing.

This is a very ordinary guest room. Apart from being extremely shabby, there is nothing unusual about it.

"The landlord only let me choose a room on the second floor at first, which means there shouldn't be any problems with the rooms on the second floor, otherwise they wouldn't be rented out. So if I want to find anything, I have to go to the first or third floor to take a look." The trial mission starts at 11 o'clock in the evening. There are still more than three hours before the mission starts. Chen Ge doesn't want to waste time. He put away his tool hammer and tiptoed to the door.

Holding the door lock, Chen Ge had just opened the door halfway when he suddenly stopped.

His palms were sweaty and a chill ran down his spine.

The lame man was standing outside the door. He had been there for who knows how long!

The other party did not expect Chen Ge to open the door suddenly. The two of them were startled by the half-open door.

"Landlord, what are you doing at my door?" Chen Ge's face was unfriendly. He felt more and more that there was something wrong with this landlord.

"Didn't you say you were thirsty? I came to bring you this." The lame man placed the thermos in front of Chen Ge's door, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"Thank you very much." Chen Ge did not point it out and took the thermos into the house: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"It's okay, go to bed early." The lame man glanced into the house and added as if talking to himself: "There are no lights in the corridor. It's very dark at night. You'd better not run around."

He turned and left. Chen Ge didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he returned to his room and closed the door.

"This landlord is ugly, has a bad temper, and is not good at talking. Although he is a little disabled, he is strong and can easily push down the middle-aged man just now." Chen Ge did not know how to reason. He just started to imagine based on the murder movies he had watched before: "He was born with a limp and was bullied since childhood, which may cause him to be extremely inferior in his heart. When this emotion reaches a certain level, it will be distorted and exploded to produce the idea of ​​destroying others and himself. Damn, when I think about it this way, he seems to have all the personality traits of a murderer!"

Chen Ge put down the thermos bottle and tried to think about a question: "If the landlord is really a murderer, then wouldn't I have to be a neighbor of a murderer in a haunted house for a night?"

Chen Ge felt his scalp tingling when he thought of this. That old pervert might even stand at the door of his room all night! What's more terrifying is that he is the landlord, he should have spare keys to all the rooms!

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