Tiredness, numbness and thinness are Chen Ge's first impression of Wang Qi.

The two of them crossed, and Chen Ge returned the missing person notice he had just picked up from the ground, and the man whispered thank you.

This was the first time he spoke, his voice hoarse and he didn't hear it very clearly.

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

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

Compared with the first floor, the second floor looks more humid and dark, with spider webs lying in the corners and mottled walls, as if they had been scratched with a carving knife.

The lame man led Chen Ge to the end of the corridor before stopping. He opened the door to the room in the deepest part of the corridor and took out a long list of keys: "Stay for fifty yuan a night, and you can choose the room on the second floor."

"Fifty is too expensive, right?"

"I am the only apartment in this area of ​​a few thousand meters. It's almost a small amount of fifty." When the lame man spoke, his eyes always glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was looking at something.

"Okay, but why can you only choose rooms on the second floor? Are there no people on the first and third floors?"

"Why do you have so many problems? If you can't live, you can't live!" The lame man took 50 yuan from Chen Ge's hand and gave him a key casually: "There is a house number on the key, go find it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he got into the room. As the door closed, Chen Ge heard an old man whimpering sound from inside the room, as if he was stuck in his throat after eating.

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

"So what's wrong?" The lame man's tone was not kind, and it could be heard that he was a little annoyed.

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

"I'm a little thirsty. Do you sell water and drinks?"

"No!"

"Music brings wealth, why are you doing such a big fire..."

The door slammed and closed heavily. Chen Ge stood alone at the door and felt more and more strange.

"For normal apartment buildings, the reception desk must be at the gate, but the reception desk of this apartment is hidden in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor." He looked at the key in his hand and many doubts emerged in his heart: "Why can't people live on the first and third floors? Who is the old man who lives with the landlord?"

There is a 208 number on the key. By the way, the room corresponding to the key is next to the man at the foot of the slope.

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

He opened the door and a faint smell of musty smell floated out. The room had not lived in it for a long time. The furniture was covered with dust, the bed sheets were damp, and it felt uncomfortable to touch it.

"Can this bed sleep?" Before Chen Ge had to put down his bag, he heard a crisp "pop" sound from the next room, as if his rice bowl had been broken.

He closed the door and eavesdropped against the wall. The curse of the lame man soon came from there. Perhaps because he was too angry, the lame man also had a dialect or two in the process of insulting. His accent didn't look like a local.

The old man whimpered and couldn't speak. The lame man scolded for a few minutes before he stopped. What happened was that the volume of the TV next door suddenly became louder.

"What's going on? What's he doing? Why do you turn the volume up the TV?" Chen Ge continued to eavesdrop on for a few minutes, but because the TV volume was too loud and there was no gain, he had to give up: "Forget it, I'd better worry more about my own affairs. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."

Chen Ge threw his backpack on the dressing table, took out the fruit knife from it and hid it in his pocket: "The second-hand house website's complaint said that there was blood behind the wall of the room, and every late at night, you could smell a foul smell, so I suspected that this place was a haunted house. However, I searched the Internet for all the information related to Ping'an Apartment, and did not find any murder that happened in this apartment building."

Chen Ge is very clear about the venue for trial missions that can be selected by a black mobile phone. Ping An Apartment must have hidden secrets.

He hid the fruit knife, hammered the multi-functional tool out, knocked and slapped it, checked every corner of the room, but still found nothing.

This is a very ordinary room, except that it is outrageously dilapidated, and there is nothing unusual.

"The landlord only asked me to choose a room on the second floor at the beginning, which means there should be no problem with the room on the second floor, otherwise it would be impossible to rent it out. In this way, if you want to find out, you must go to the first or third floor to take a look." The trial mission began at 11 o'clock in the evening, and now there are more than three hours before the mission begins. Chen Ge didn't want to waste time, so he put away the tool hammer and walked to the door with a slight foot.

Holding the door lock in his hand, Chen Ge pulled the door halfway open and suddenly stopped.

Sweat in his palms and the cold air surged.

The lame man stood outside the door! I don’t know how long he had been there!

The other party didn't expect Chen Ge to open the door suddenly. Both of them were shocked through the half-open door.

"Landlord, why are you doing at my door?" Chen Ge's face was not kind, and he felt that the landlord had problems more and more.

"Didn't you say you're thirsty? I'm here to give you this." The lame man put the thermos in his hand in front of Chen Ge's door, his expression a little unnatural.

"Thank you." Chen Ge didn't point it out, and took the opportunity to lift the thermos into the house: "Do you have anything to do?"

"It's okay, take a break early." The lame man glanced at the room, and added as if he was talking to himself: "There is no light installed in the corridor, it's very dark at night, so you'd better not run around."

He turned around and left, waiting for him to return to his room and close the door before Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

"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 defeat the middle-aged man just now." Chen Ge did not know how to reason. He just started to think about it based on the murder movies he had watched before: "He was born to be lame and was bullied since childhood, which may lead to extreme inferiority in his heart. When this emotion reaches a certain level, it will distort and burst into thoughts of destroying others and self-destruction. Damn, when he thinks of this, he seems to have all the personality traits of a murderer!"

Chen Ge put down the thermos, and he was trying to think about a question: "If the landlord is really a murderer, then wouldn't I be neighbors with the murderer all night in the haunted house?"

When Chen Ge thought of this, he felt his scalp numb. The old pervert might even stand at the door of his room all night! What’s even more terrifying is that he is the landlord and he should have spare keys for all rooms!
Chapter completed!