The two papayas are both beautiful and sweet, and the delicious food on the tip of the tongue is even better than the nutrition of nectarines.

Ranbai pondered.

Is this the gift of roses and leaves the fragrance on your hands?

In fact, Ranbai wanted to go in and sit, but it seemed that the other party didn’t have this intention and could not force it into, which was quite a pity.

"Grandpa, please have a good rest, I'll come again next time."

Come again next time.

next time.

Come again.

Come.

The old man sighed deeply while leaning on a crutch, his head almost buried in his collar.

"Little girl, listen to my advice. Let's go while you can still leave. Go find another apartment and don't stay here."

"Why?"

"This place is not suitable for you, and something will happen sooner or later." The old man's eyes were complicated, and his eyes, which had experienced vicissitudes, seemed turbid and inexplicably sharp. He said word by word: "Don't talk to strangers casually, and don't stay here for the night."

"But..." Ranbai said slowly: "This is my house."

“…”

"I always have to collect rent."

“…”

Is this direction a little wrong?

Ranbai took advantage of the fire to rob... No, he struck while the iron was hot and asked: "Has something happened to this apartment before?"

The old man's pupils were very deep and he was quiet for a while, "It has nothing to do with you. If you must live here, be a deaf person and don't listen to any sound."

How can you persuade people to be deaf?

"Just tell me, I won't tell you out." Ranbai casually blocked the door, smiled intimately, and said actively: "Why don't I go in and sit down, and you can say slowly, it's tiring to stand like this."

"Not tired, no tired." The old man shook his head one after another.

Ranbai was a little disappointed.

Seeing that Ranbai refused to leave, the old man rubbed his temples, slowly closed the door, and said to himself: "I'm old and I'm not good at my legs and feet. Let's rest well at night."

"What happened to the apartment?" Ranbai tried hard to explore the plot.

"Ping An Apartment is not Ping An Apartment." The old man turned his back to Ran Bai, with a hunched body, standing in the darkness, with a deep voice.

What's the matter?

Tell her tongue twister?

Unfortunately, the old man dared not say anything else. Ranbai was not easy to bully an old man, so he could only change his goals.

There are 303 households, who would rather spend one tenth of them than one person!

The door lock in the room sounded "click" and the door opened.

A man in his thirties stuck out half of his body and put one hand behind him.

The hair is very long, covering most of the eyes.

He has a gloomy face and is serious.

The eyes covered by hair, with their hair raised the whites of their eyes, occupying most of the eyes, and anyone will feel cold when they see them.

"Uncle, do you eat fruit?" Ranbai took the initiative to say hello.

man:"……"

Is he old enough to make someone call him uncle?

Most of the door was closed, and the man only stretched out half of his body. It seemed that he didn't want people to see it in the room.

"Let it go on the ground." He stared at Ran Bai for a long time, his eyes making people feel uncomfortable.

"Mom said it would be polite to pick things up with both hands."

“???”

Are you here to give gifts or find fault?

"Are you going to let my good intentions down?"

Feng Luo understood and translated it.

I kindly send you something to praise you, hoping that you will not be ungrateful.

puff.

I'm dying of laughter.

The man's muddy gaze stayed on the girl's youthful face for a long time. The hand behind her was stretched out and inserted it into her pocket. After a while, she took it out and caught the fruit with both hands.

"Don't you invite me in and sit?" Ranbai still had two papayas in his hand.

The man suspected that Ranbai was hinting at something, and he also heard the conversation between the girl and the old man just now.

From his perspective, the old man just meddled with other people's business.

"It's evening, I'll invite you tonight, but now there's a little bit of a problem, I'll solve it first." The man grinned and showed a weird smile. His facial features were not proportional, and even his smile looked terrifying and distorted.

There was a faint smell of blood on his body, and the white spot was as if it hadn't smelled, so he nodded normally.

The door closed again.

The man touched his pocket with one hand, and blood was splattering everywhere in the living room, and a corpse was quietly lying on the floor.

As night approached, Ranbai found a small note under the door.

There is a sentence written on it.

Missionist, top floor, twelve o'clock in the evening.

…

"Dongdongdongdong--"

Guiying looked at the graffiti and was immersed in the heart. The knocking sound of the door outside the door suddenly sounded. The already dilapidated wooden door swayed overwhelmed by the powerful impact, as if it would fall down at any time, and people outside would break into the door.

The lighting in the living room is dim, which is almost no different from not turning on the lights.

Her mind is still on graffiti.

It is tender and immature, and at first glance it is painted by a child. The red paints on the wall are full of numbness and crazy bloody beauty.

Pictures one by one.

It was different villains who came to the apartment and then died in different ways of dying.

The villain in the picture keeps struggling and living hard, and never escapes the fate of death.

All kinds of ways of dying are cruel and inhumane.

It is hard to imagine that this is something a child can draw, but when I think of the little boy I met on the stairs before, Guiying thought it was normal.

The sound of knocking on the door was still ringing, and a slutty voice was shouting outside the door, clearly falling into Guiying's ears.

"Get out of here! Did you hit my son?! Fuck your damn bitch, I will kill you today..."

All kinds of unpleasant words came in, and the shadow of returning was silent, just like I didn't hear it.

She suddenly found that there were a few lines of crooked boys at a corner of the wall, like someone wrote it casually.

1. Don’t go out after nightfall unless you have nine lives.

2. Don’t open the door after nightfall. Who knows if the thing you invited in is a person or...

3. Don’t talk to other things after nightfall, because the person you talks to is not necessarily the person.

Three don't.

Guiying's hand was placed on the door handle.

"Are you a big man, would you be embarrassed to bully a little girl all day long?" The old voice cursing suddenly rang: "Who doesn't know what kind of virtue your son is? If he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke people first, who would have been scheming with a child."

"Old man, what you said is wrong. How can she be ashamed of being an adult? My son is only six years old!"

"Is it not a human being at the age of six?" The old man was angry and greeted the man with a wooden crutch. "Goun! Get out of here quickly! Don't let me see you disturb you again."

The man quickly avoided the crutches. If he was really beaten, he would not get out of bed for several days. He scolded him and didn't knock on the door for some reason and turned around and left.

The thin and short old man put down his crutch, knocked on the door, and said kindly: "Girl, don't worry, the person has left. Open the door and the old man will explain some things to you."
Chapter completed!