Song Jian seemed to have noticed something strange about me. He stared at me expressionlessly and asked: 'Why is it gone? Did my mother say something to you?'

My heart tightened, and I felt that Song Jian was trying to test me, so I smiled and said, 'No way, I just remembered a very strange thing!'

"Oh, what's the matter?" Song Jian seemed to be interested.

"This morning I saw a group of decorators renovating the house next door!" I said.

"The building next door is being renovated. What's the point?" Song Jian rolled his eyes at me.

"But there are still people living in that house!" I said.

"That house belongs to a friend of mine, and he has already moved out! How could anyone live in it?" Song Jian shook his head and said with a smile.

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes last night!" I frowned and said in a deep voice.

"You're wrong!" Song Jian's face suddenly darkened and he stopped looking at me.

"Impossible, with my own eyes..."

"I told you, there's no one there, you're wrong!" Song Jian suddenly turned to me and stared at me with a terrifying look, so I had no choice but to shut up.

However, Song Jian's reaction was too abnormal. If a normal person heard this abnormal news, their first reaction would be surprise, but Song Jian's reaction was very confident that I had read it wrong.

If I contact the landlord, I guess there must be some unknown secrets in the room next door.

When I returned to the community, it was already dark. After getting off the car, I returned to the house. Although I didn't ask for the money for the script today, the landlord didn't ask me for rent for the time being, which was a good thing for me.

I cooked a bowl of noodles, and after eating it, I started to continue writing the unfinished script. This was a script that another crew asked me to write. I have only written one-third of it so far. There are still three days left before the deadline for submission. I have to finish it.

Time to hurry up.

I don’t know if it’s because I saw a lot of strange things today. My thoughts were very clear tonight and I was writing until midnight without even realizing it. I’ve also finished most of the script, which took five or six hours to write. My arms and neck are a little sore.

, so I stood up and moved my body.

In the dead of night, I could only hear the cracking sound of my bones. After some exercise, I felt much better. I was about to go to the living room to pour a cup of tea, but I suddenly froze. I thought I was hearing the sound of my own body.

, but now I find that it doesn’t seem to be like that. The clear clicking sound is still ringing in my ears.

"Ka! Ka!"

The sound was very rhythmic and heavy, like the sound of a butcher chopping pork in a vegetable market.

Maybe it was because I had encountered too many strange things in the past two days. I suddenly felt that I was not as courageous as before, and I had some resistance to this strange sound.

I listened carefully and found that the sound was coming from next door. I carefully put my ear against the wall.

"Ka! Ka!"

The sound is clearer.

I'm pretty sure the sound came from next door.

I took a deep breath, and then quietly walked to the balcony. The balcony next door was the same as the balcony where I lived. Lying on the balcony, I could see clearly what the living room next door looked like.

When I was lying on the balcony, the scene in front of me made my legs soften instantly, my whole body was shaking, the hairs all over my body stood on end, and I was covered in goosebumps.

I can’t even remember how I got back to my room. It took more than half an hour for me to gradually recover from the fear. It was such a cruel and bloody scene. A man held up a bright red kitchen knife and kept saying

He slashed at the woman in front of him, his movements were slow and unhurried, as if he was doing a job. The woman's body was covered in blood and flesh, and a few pieces of flesh would pop out with each cut. The white skirt on the woman's body had been stained with blood.

red.

A protruding eyeball was staring at me. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I found that the eyeball staring at me seemed to have a pleading look. It felt like a piece of ice had been put into my back.

From that angle, I could only see the man's back, not his face, but that back seemed familiar.

I lit a cigarette and smoked it hard. The smoke entered my mouth and I only felt a bitter taste.

The clicking sound is still ringing!

I burned myself with a cigarette butt and felt the sharp pain in my arm. I knew this was not a dream!

"What should I do?" I kept struggling in my heart. The sound insulation effect of this house was not good. I didn't dare to make any sound for fear of being discovered.

If that perverted murderer notices me, I'll be doomed!

I just sat in the room like this, smoking one cigarette after another until there were cigarette butts all over the floor. I didn't sleep all night, and the clicking sound continued until the next morning.

I have never heard of such a terrifying pervert. After a night of chopping, that woman must have turned into a pile of meat!

I didn't dare to come out of the room until the sound disappeared. It's already eight o'clock, and the renovation workers next door haven't come yet. They came here before eight o'clock yesterday. I don't know what happened today.

I found their phone number in the corridor and dialed it.

"Who are you looking for?" a man said on the phone speaking Henan dialect.

"Are you the workers responsible for the decoration of Building 301, Building 13, Nanting Garden?" I asked.

"Yes! Who are you!"

"I'm a friend of the landlord, why didn't you come today?" I asked.

"Oh, the house has been renovated. Please talk to the landlord and take the money quickly. I can't contact him now!"

"good!"

"By the way, can that house be inhabited now?" I asked.

"How can anyone live there? There's nothing in there, not even a bed, and it smells like paint! I can't live in it, I can't live in it!"

"Thank you, I understand!"

I hung up the phone and thought about it carefully. What the decoration workers said was completely different from what I saw. I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just when I was confused, I suddenly felt someone tapping me on the back. My nerves were extremely tense, and even the slightest fright would make me overreact.

"What's wrong? Such a big reaction?" Song Jian frowned and looked at me and said.

"Brother Song, someone died next door!" I said with a grimace.

"How did you know?" Song Jian's face changed immediately when he heard what I said, and he asked nervously.

"What I saw! Knife after knife, all night long!" I almost cried.

"Let's go!" After hearing this, Song Jian immediately pulled me upstairs.

"Where are you going?" I was a little scared.

Song Jian was very strong and pulled me to the door, then took out the key and opened the door.
Chapter completed!