She was the only one in the room, and the temperature next to it was cold.

"Dadadada—"

The footsteps were still ringing, just like someone was walking back and forth in the living room in the middle of the night.

Xu Nuan quietly showed her blood-filled eyes and looked around, and in a trance, she saw a pale and familiar face.

"ah--!"

She suddenly lifted the quilt and crawled under the bed, leaned her head in, her eyes wide open.

"I found you!"

There was nothing under the bed, and the dark figure in the room was lying under the bed, crazy.

"How could it be impossible? How could it be!" Xu Nuan was disbelief and spoke sharply.

Suddenly he started crying softly again.

"You are dead... don't come here..."

"A Sheng!"

"A Sheng!"

She gasped and covered her heart with pain, and staggered to the bedside table, tremblingly opened the last drawer, took out a small bottle of medicine from it, poured out more than ten pills into her mouth regardless of it, swallowed it without drinking water, her face turned red with a choking look around, and her eyes looked at her in panic, like a frightened bird.

"clatter."

Ranbai turned over and continued to sleep without any effect.

The footsteps were silent for no reason, but then the sound of the door being pushed open.

The door of the guest room was not locked, and it was easy for people outside to come in. The whole room was dark and there was no sight of your fingers.

"clatter."

The footsteps became clearer and clearer, and they stopped in front of the white bed.

…

"Note 404, Xu Nuan talks about Zheng Qian's disappearance after being forced by a homeless man, and is suspected to be killed by Zhao Sheng."

Guiying looked at the information on her phone and integrated the information from the past few days and replied.

Other missionists were talking about it.

"Is it a love kill?"

"Zhao Sheng killed Zheng Qian? What's the psychology of this?"

"Abnormal psychology."

"It's the fifth day, I hope this ghost mission will end soon."

"Those residents are so weird, they will die if they do something wrong."

"It seems that the topic of the mission is 404, and what Xu Nuan said may not be true. The three of them took turns to watch it." Guiying said.

When Guiying came down from the top floor, she suddenly found that there was an extra coffin in the narrow corridor!

The heavy vermilion coffin was like blood, and a dark red liquid was piled up on the ground!

Heavy and weird.

It was placed in the middle of the corridor covered with dust.

I saw the coffin in the corridor in the middle of the night, and I thought it was so weird.

Guiying looked at the coffin quietly.

There was silence in the dim corridor.

"Come in."

A voice full of seduction sounded.

"bring it on."

Fluttering and misty.

"Looking for death." Guiying Wubo and his voice was fierce.

The lid of the coffin was suddenly lifted by one hand, and his fingers were pale and thin. A child slowly crawled out of the coffin. It was a boy, with his empty eyes dripping blood and his crying sounded sharply.

"I'm so lonely alone."

"You should accompany me."

"People with me."

"What are you looking for? Go to sleep with your coffin." Guiying looked cold, and the blue light flashed in her hand. The coffin cracked in the darkness, dust splashed everywhere, and the little boy's crying stopped abruptly. She looked at Guiying with resentment, turned into a ball of black mist and rushed upstairs.

…

The drizzle of rain fell.

The shadows enveloped.

The girl in the bed closed her eyes, was lazy and tired, and was sleeping drowsy.

The shadow lowered his head and stared at her for a long time. He held a sharp knife in his hand, and a thread of cold light shone.

The child suddenly cried out from outside the door, breaking the silence.

The shadow did not stop for too much, and turned around and left.

He actually ran away?

Ranbai opened his eyes and faced the darkness in the room. He was a little surprised and pretended to be a pity, and then continued to sleep without any worries in his heart.

The crying sounds in my ears kept ringing, ethereal and blurry, and the weird nursery rhyme I heard during the day.

Ranbai became impatient with the noise, lifted the quilt, suddenly got under the bed, and grabbed three or four dolls.

It is different from the exquisite and beautiful dolls in the two children's rooms. The dolls taken out from under the bed are old and torn. The skirt is sewn with broken fabric, and the child's mouth is covered with lipstick. The bright colors are a bit messy, and a thread is flying upwards, like blood flowing out.

Grinning, smiling brightly.

Ranbai looked at it and sneered.

"ah--!"

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!"

A sharp scream sounded in my ears again.

"You shout, it's useless to shout. I'm going to see who will save you in the middle of the night?" Ranbai didn't care, lazy and indifferent.

doll:"……"

Isn’t this the line it should say!!

Ranbai then found a lot of rag dolls from different places in the bedside table, wardrobe, blanket, bathroom, and all of them were torn.

The slips dropped out were exactly the same.

All of the above written -

Go and die!

The blood-red handwriting is cruel tone, and the short three words make the scalp numb.

The dyed white supports the chin.

I don’t learn well at a young age and make these messy things.

She held the doll's leftovers and broke her arms, and piled them up at the door of the two little kids and adults, giving them a surprise of love.

Tonight's mission card is Ranbai, who Qiao You came to find.

——Dear 005 missioner, please complete the following mandatory tasks for elimination.

Arriving at the rooftop, we will tell the most horrible things we experienced in Ping An Apartment in turn.

Qiao You and Ranbai went upstairs together, Mo Lin took the last bus and flexibly squeezed in the second before the elevator door was closed.

"I won't call me!" Mo Lin felt heartbroken: "Can you die by knocking on the door next door?"

Ranbai: "Can."

Mo Linzai desperately advised himself to calm down.

When they went upstairs, they met several strange and difficult neighbors. After the solution, Mo Lin shook his hand: "The restrictions in the apartment are getting looser and looser."

"Who said no, they were crying and howling at night. They were very friendly at the beginning now, and now they all showed their fierceness." Qiao You muttered in a low voice.

Top floor.

At this time, eleven missionists had gathered.

More than 20 people at the beginning have now died more than a dozen.
To be continued...