"A maximum of two people can live in one room. The accommodation must be assigned before tonight. The room is not allowed to be empty every night for seven days. The door cannot be opened after the eleven o'clock access control."

After the old detective handed over the keys, he showed a strange smile, rolled his wheelchair and left without looking back. The others stood outside the open door of the apartment and stared, no one wanted to be the first to go in.

"Damn it, the old man said there was that kind of dog in Wangchuan Apartment, why did he let us in?" shouted one of the cockscomb-headed boys brought by Brother Jin Lian.

"Bullshit, nonsense," the other boy with sly eyebrows stammered. He slapped the cockscomb-headed boy on the head, messing up his hair. "If you don't go in, how can you adjust it? Investigate."

"Then there's no need to let us live in it!" the cockscomb-headed boy scolded, "This place is so fucking annoying. It's better to sleep in a garbage room than in a house where other people are sleeping. I don't want to go, Brother Biao, why should we listen?

That damn old man?”

Xie Xingyin turned around and saw that there was a school across the street, and jokingly said to Lao Liang: "It's still a room in a school district. The location here is good, and the property fees are probably not cheap."

Lao Liang looked at the empty playground and shuddered: "There's not even a soul..."

While talking, a brave veteran walked into the apartment first.

Brother Biao looked tall and tall, but in fact he was not very courageous. He stood at the door with his two younger brothers and watched hesitantly.

Xie Xingyin glanced at them, and Lao Liang and the others followed in.

The interior of this apartment is surprisingly clean and bright, as if someone cleans it every day.

The door of the apartment is located in the center of the corridor on the first floor, and there are rooms on both sides of the corridor extending to the left and right.

The sky outside was dark and the wind was blowing very hard. After someone took the lead, the rest of the group followed. Even the cock-combed head who had just been willing to die just now followed him outright.

Everyone came through the door.

Outside the apartment door, the vine-knotted exterior wall was mottled and peeling. The gloomy night wind stirred the vine leaves, revealing four large characters written in red paint on the wall.
Chapter completed!