The atmosphere was so quiet that there was no sound. Time passed by minute by minute. Guiying almost felt that the old man outside the door had left, but he did not hear footsteps. A strange sound rang out in the silence.

"Where did you listen?"

"It's also the people here." Gui Ying answered in an ambiguous manner.

"You heard it wrong, fake." The person outside the door said: "No one has ever died in Ping'an Apartment."

Who is lying to her?

“The security here is very messy.”

"It's chaos..." A hoarse laugh of unknown meaning fell, and the tone seemed to have a deep hatred, almost vicious: "It's because of chaos that some people can take advantage of it."

Since the old man finished saying that, there was no sound again. Guiying didn't know whether he was leaving or not.

There is no useful information at the moment, and there is a weirdness everywhere in the apartment. She glanced at the words on the wall, pinched her wrist, and pushed open the door.

Regardless of whether the word is a joke or a warning, Guiying did not intend to follow the rules.

The old man outside the door was not here, so he should have returned to the room.

The apartment is on the 17th floor, and there is no light at night.

The sound of staggering footsteps sounded from the upstairs, extremely rapid.

He is a girl, in her twenties, with a certain fear on her face.

She rushed down with great force, and when she saw Guiying, she stopped in place with a little fear.

His eyes were like a young deer.

It's not like the look this apartment should have.

The door next to it suddenly opened, and the old man with a cane stood inside. When he saw the girl, his face suddenly changed, and his chest felt aching: "Zheng Qian! What did you do when you came out tonight?!"

"Grandpa." Zheng Qian sniffed her nose, her eyes red.

"Come here quickly." The old man's tone softened again, "You scared you? Didn't you tell you that you shouldn't come out tonight. Good baby, come in quickly, and have a fight with that bastard Zhao Sheng again?"

The girl walked over, hugged the old man's arm like a coquettish, and said softly: "Don't say that Zhao Sheng."

"He makes you angry, so you won't let grandpa say it!" The old man raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Wait until grandpa teaches him a lesson tomorrow!"

"Oh, nothing, I just miss my grandpa..."

The girl and the old man walked into the room. When the old man closed the door, he looked at Guiying deeply and said to himself: "Some words that must be believed."

Guiying withdrew her gaze, glanced at the direction upstairs, thought for a while, and walked up.

There were only two people in the corridor, Grandpa and Ranbai. The voice-controlled lights were turned on and off, and they were turned off and on. In the repeated lights and shadows, the old man looked haggard and his face was a bit pale.

“Real peaceful apartment, in the old town to the west.”

Ranbai raised his eyebrows.

This is the city center, which is almost a thousand miles away from the old city in the western suburbs.

"It has existed in the old city for many years. It has been too long and I can't remember it clearly. Too many homeless people and older generations all regard it as their home."

The old man's tone seemed to be nostalgic and sigh.

"Where did you live?"

"It's my home." His eyes almost narrowed into a slit, making people unable to see the expression in his eyes. "I don't know when the apartment began to change, and a group of wanderers came. Seeing that they were pitiful, the director took the initiative to take them in."

"What happened later?" Ranbai asked with his back against the wall.

"Later..." the old man laughed strangely, "Ping'an Apartment made a ghost. Who knows whether it is a person's heart or something that cannot be shy? Some people saw the glowing curtains at night, the windows that were always opened, and the chairs in the corridor out of thin air, and some people heard the crying at night."

He stared at Ran Bai straight as he spoke, his eyes making people creepy, "The more things are getting more bizarre and weird, there are too many rumors about Ping'an Apartment. I thought it was a prank..."

"So you moved away? Come here?" Ranbai looked straight at the old man, his face still not changing.

"Many people have moved away. When people talk about Ping An Apartment, they no longer have happiness and smiles. I don't know when it has turned into those rumors of catching winds and shadows, which makes people change their color." He did not answer the question of "Danbai". He said to himself, as if he was immersed in the past and could not get out of his body, and his soul was sinking.

"The young people have almost gone out. Only the older generation is left in Ping'an Apartment. We have long regarded this place as my home, my son, my granddaughter... all live here. This is my hometown. How can I bear to leave my home?"

The old man withdrew his gaze, his eyes were dark and weird, his fingers pressed his cane heavily, as if he was suppressing something, and his lips trembled slightly: "But God played a big joke with everyone."

On the top floor of Ping An Apartment, the night breeze is blowing, and the moon is gone.

Dozens of people gathered together.

005 There was also a doll in his arms, wearing a princess dress, like a princess holding the moon, jumping onto the railing on the top floor, sitting, with smooth legs and gently shaking, "Hey, have you seen her?"

Mo Lin stood aside, with his eyes raised: "No."

"I sent her a message." Qiao You muttered, looking at the people around him impatiently.

If it weren't for this mission to work together, she wouldn't like to live in the same room with other missionists.

"No, those two people are here, she hasn't come yet."

Mo Lin followed Qiao You's gaze and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Don't know each other, nor are you interested.

"Hiss, no, it's only July, what weather is? Why is it so cold at night?" Gu Lanxi looked so terrified, hugged his arms tightly, and he got goosebumps.

Xia Lin pursed her lips and walked over with Gu Lanxi.

The little girl suddenly appeared in front of her. Charlene's eyelids twitched, her face looked ugly, and she subconsciously took a half-step back.

Gu Lanxi was even more direct: "Damn it."

"What are you afraid of?" Qiao You held the doll, wearing a beautiful small skirt and leather shoes, with red lips and white teeth, and a sweet smile appeared on her face: "Why didn't you come with 003?"

"Miss loves to act alone." Gu Lanxi was surprised, "Have she been here yet?"

Qiao You pouted, a little disappointed and disappointed, and sighed softly: "I didn't come."

Gu Lanxi looked at Qiao You and felt his scalp numb. Xia Lin next to her looked very bad. She coughed: "You are during the day..."

"That's not me." Qiao You smiled and curled up the corners of her red lips, "Idiot, it's my sister who wants a bow with you."

Gu Lanxi looked at the little girl's delicate and beautiful face under the moonlight and was silent.

You're so similar now.

Charlene frowned so much that she could almost kill a fly.

The two of them seem to have no difference at all, whether they are in their expressions or movements, not to mention their clothes and dolls, they are like copying bodies.

The missionists stood together in groups of three or three to discuss, but almost no one dared to get close to the initial mission.

There is a world of difference between the initial missioner and the ordinary missioner, and there is an insurmountable gap.
Chapter completed!