This petite and cute female anchor is obviously very interested in the woman in room 1044.
If Brother Hua hadn't allowed it, she might have gone to room 1044 long ago.
"Don't talk about this after midnight!" Brother Hua glanced at the folded red skirt from the corner of his eye. After seeing that there was nothing unusual about the red skirt, he breathed a sigh of relief: "We still have to go on patrol, so hurry up and turn on the music
Close it and don’t ask for trouble.”
The female anchor looked aggrieved, but she still agreed to turn off the music and stop the live broadcast.
When the female anchor went back to the bedroom to turn off the music, Han Fei took a look at the door. There were many cameras and disassembled surveillance probes in room 1084.
"Let's go, leave her alone." Xiao Fang suddenly urged. He seemed to have discovered something and directly reached out and grabbed Brother Hua's sleeve.
Han Fei felt that something was wrong with Xiao Fang, so he resisted the idea of going into the house to check, and left the eighth floor with the two security guards.
The voice-activated light on the ninth floor turned on. When he walked between the eighth and ninth floors, Xiao Fang looked at Han Fei and Brother Hua nervously, with horror on his face.
"Didn't you notice it?"
"What did you find?"
"That woman kept a portrait in the bathroom, and it was herself in the black and white photo!" Xiao Fang was very scared: "Is she already dead? How could a living person be so interested in ghosts?"
"What you said reminded me that there were water stains on the woman's clothes. When she heard the knock on the door, she was not in the live broadcast, but in the bathroom." The more Han Fei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Room 1084
There should be some kind of connection between the woman in 1044 and the woman in 1044. It may be blood or friends.
"How about we go back and take a look?" Han Fei's proposal was directly rejected by Brother Hua and Xiao Fang. When the three of them were debating whether they should go back, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from the ninth floor.
At the same time, the voice-activated light went out, and the three security guards held on to each other.
"No, don't be nervous. There is an old lady living on the ninth floor. It should be her..." Brother Hua raised his flashlight and walked in front. He gently pushed open the security door on the ninth floor. There was a man standing in the dark corridor.
An old man wearing a black coat and black scarf.
After seeing the old man, Brother Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "Aunt Jia, why did you run out in the middle of the night again? It's not even four o'clock yet."
The old man in a black coat frowned: "As we get older, we wake up earlier and always have trouble sleeping. I want to go out for a walk."
"Aunt Jia, a security guard just disappeared some time ago. You'd better stay at home."
"I couldn't sleep at home, and I felt anxious, so I thought it would be more comfortable outside." Aunt Jia waved her hand: "I have lived for more than eighty years. I have lived long enough, so you don't need to worry about me."
The old lady was still very stubborn. She insisted on not going back to the room and could not give a specific reason. Han Fei felt that the matter was not that simple.
"Aunt Jia, do you always have nightmares when you sleep at home?" Han Fei tried to keep his tone tactful.
"Are you trying to sell me some sleeping aid pillows? No need." The old man had a bit of a weird temper and didn't like to talk to the people in the building. She didn't listen to the advice and directly pushed Brother Hua away and walked towards the safe passage on the right.
"Aren't we going to stop her?" Han Fei was a little confused when he saw Brother Hua standing still. This was different from the enthusiasm that Brother Hua had shown before.
"I can't help it. The old lady is the earliest resident in the building. She has a very strange personality. She always gets up on time at 3:30 in the morning and wanders around the building. She also has many strange habits, such as never taking the elevator.
I never go to the top floor, never call anyone's name, and never smile." Brother Hua just said casually, but Han Fei kept his words in mind.
He always felt that the old man seemed to know something. If the other party did not do those things, it was as if he was deliberately avoiding the death curse in the building.
Looking at the old man's back from a distance, she held on to the wall and occasionally touched her scarf.
When the scarf is moved, a small blood-threaded butterfly pattern will be faintly revealed.
Is this old lady also a flower pot for butterflies?
Han Fei kept an eye out. He felt that the old lady was wandering around the building before four o'clock every day, probably looking for something.
"The corridor door is locked. As long as she is still in the building, I should still be able to meet her." Han Fei wanted to meet the old man alone, but now is not the time. The amount of information the two parties have is too different, and it is easy to
After being cheated, I helped him count his money.
"Let's go. Nothing bad has ever happened on the ninth floor. This floor is quite reassuring."
Brother Hua's words once again deepened Han Fei's suspicion. Why is the ninth floor where the old man lives the safest? Have all bad things been solved by the old man in advance?
Continuing to patrol, the strange old lady seemed to be the lucky star of the three security guards. They encountered nothing for four consecutive floors until the fourteenth floor.
When Han Fei walked out of the corner of the thirteenth floor stairs, a cold aura enveloped his whole body.
Shivering inexplicably, Han Fei looked at the number 14 on the wall and had an unknown premonition in his heart.
"There is a madman living on the fourteenth floor. I hope he doesn't get sick tonight." Brother Hua didn't want to stay on the fourteenth floor, but it was on this floor that something went wrong.
The surveillance camera in the corridor was smashed, the lock on the security door was dismantled, and various domestic garbage was scattered on the ground, making it sticky everywhere.
"When we patrolled at zero o'clock, the surveillance and door locks were still normal!" Xiao Fang walked past the garbage. He wanted to drag Han Fei with him, but found that Han Fei was staring at the garbage attentively: "What are you looking at?
?”
"Domestic garbage can also reflect a person's personality, and some information can be roughly deduced." Han Fei turned over the garbage with the rubber stick in his hand. After a while, his arm was hovering in mid-air.
"Did you find anything?" Xiaofang and Brother Hua came together. They looked at the position pointed by Han Fei's rubber stick and felt bad.
Hidden in an inconspicuous packaging bag was half a severed finger that was still bleeding.
"Oh my god!" Xiao Fang took two steps back. He grabbed Han Fei's clothes and said, "Is this a homicide? It's a homicide!"
Han Fei seemed to be stunned, and it took him a long time to react. He seemed to be a little nauseous, as if he was not used to seeing flesh and blood, and his face became paler.
"Both of you, calm down! Don't panic!" Brother Hua could barely maintain his composure. He was about to drag Han Fei up when Xiao Fang next to him suddenly screamed in surprise.
"Back! Brother Hua, look at the back!"
Brother Hua and Han Fei turned their heads at the same time. In the corridor on the 14th floor, a certain security door was opened, and a face poked out, looking at them in the darkness.
"That seems to be room 1144, right?"
This chapter has been completed!