Hearing the fierce knocking on the door, Wang He took his hand back from the doorknob and returned to the monitoring board next to the door.

On the green night mode screen was a person he had met several times while commuting to and from get off work.

He didn't know the other party's name, but he knew that the girl who looked like a high school student was the daughter of the aunt next door, "Sister Feng."

On weekdays, he would at most say hello to Sister Feng on his way to and from get off work.

He never said a word to this young girl who was often picked up and dropped off by her parents.

He doesn't have to, and keeping silent can avoid misunderstandings.

If he is misunderstood as a new neighbor with bad behavior, his life may be stained.

The ideal future that Wang He builds is to become a kind neighbor Lao Wang, but not a "Lao Wang next door" in any special sense.

However, even if he is a kind-hearted man, he still has to be prepared if he encounters such a strange request for help in the middle of the night.

Wang He's thinking is very clear.

The other party obviously lives next door, but yet he comes to ask for help from this other person. Something must have happened at home.

It's the children who are asking for help, and the thing will most likely happen to adults.

Plus, asking for help at this early hour, it must be unusual.

Wang He once again made sure that the book of atonement in his hand had only a white cover and would not attract too much attention, and he decisively opened the door.

The other party seemed surprised that he suddenly opened the door. Her eyes were a little moist, and her eyes were full of panic and fear.

He looked at Sister Feng's daughter as casually as possible.

"It's you. What happened?" Wang He touched the hair on the back of his head and calmly looked at the messy-haired female high school student wearing a pink pajamas with long sleeves and trousers.

He tried his best to slow down his tone and appear harmless and calm.

People who are panicked and nervous don't have much sense.

First, you must influence her through your words and deeds, so that she can provide objective information as calmly as possible.

The female high school student hesitated for a while, and then said eagerly as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Uncle! My dad is crazy!"

"He wanted to commit suicide! My mother stopped him, but he beat him. He just went to the kitchen to get a knife. My mother couldn't control him at all. She asked me to come out and call someone..."

"Hurry up!" She was very anxious and pulled Wang He's sleeve directly to walk towards her home.

Suicide? Family dispute?

Wang He did not immediately let go of her hand.

Although he has never dealt with similar matters and does not want to cause trouble, it is not his style to ignore others.

Especially under the premise of mastering the power of another world.

However, since you want to rescue, you must make complete plans.

"Wait a minute! I'm getting something!" He shook off the girl's hand, bent down and quickly put on his usual sneakers, and picked up an umbrella by the door as a self-defense prop.

He understood that there was not much time, and then said to the girl equally hastily: "Let's go! You shouldn't have locked the door, right?"

"No." The high school girl felt a little reassured when she saw that Wang He seemed as anxious as she was.

At least one adult was with her in this mess.

With her age and experience, she has no experience or methods to deal with such a sudden accident.

Wang He quickly walked out of his house, deliberately leaving the door open.

Then he turned around and saw the open door next door.

The community he lives in has only been built a few years ago, and most of them are conventional units.

The unit he lives in is also designed in this way.

There are only four households on the first floor. Except for the house he renovated late and moved in last, the other three households are all old residents who have lived there for two or three years.

In his impression, Sister Feng's husband is an honest working man who doesn't talk much.

If you work a little harder, you can probably reach the middle level of the company by that age.

He vaguely remembered that the car his family drove to pick up and drop off their children was relatively mid- to high-end.

This family should not be short of money.

Therefore, going crazy and committing suicide in the middle of the night for no reason seems a bit nonsense.

Wang He thought for a while, threw his terminal to the girl, asked her to call the police and wait outside the door, while he broke into the door next door.

As an adult, you should act like an adult. Let your child do what she can.

The cruel and frightening family behind the door is not what children want to see.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang He could smell a burning smell, which was very pungent and nauseating.

"Chen Qiang! What the hell did you get so crazy about today?"

"Ahhh! Do you still want this home?"

The woman's shrill cries came from the hall.

Wang He hid behind the wall and poked his head out to observe.

Soon, he frowned.

Sister Feng, a woman in her forties, was grabbing her husband's hand, and was easily thrown to the ground by her husband. She collapsed on the ground and cried out in pain.

Her husband was wearing gray pajamas, stained with various messy dyes, and there was some black residue similar to soot.

He seemed to have no reaction at all to the woman's cries, and just stared at the thing in his hand.

He held a kitchen knife in one hand and a stack of white, hard-covered paper in the other.

He stood quietly, with a deep expression on his face, and kept dropping the papers in his hands into the burning trash can.

Due to the addition of these unknown fuels, the fire suddenly increased a lot, and even rushed to his hands.

However, as if he was not afraid of the heat of the flames, he took the kitchen knife and put his whole hand into the fire in the trash can, as if stirring it.

At the same time, a laugh similar to "hehe" came out of his mouth.

Wang He has seen similar situations before, but they were all in the world of horror movies.

This guy is completely a mental patient, weird and out of touch with common sense.

"Chen Qiang, what's wrong with you?" Sister Feng looked at her husband's strange behavior and shouted, hoarse and splitting her lungs.

But what awaited her was silent silence.

Until Wang He broke into this space and appeared.

"Sister Feng, are you okay?" Wang He walked into the living room and said hello to the middle-aged woman who was sitting on the ground.

"...Xiao Wang? Why are you here? Quick! Chen Qiang is crazy, see if you can stop him!" When Sister Feng saw Wang He, she was like seeing a savior, and instinctively urged him.

Wang He silently observed this middle-aged man who did not look like a normal human being.

The man's sleeves were already on fire, but the other party remained indifferent.

Has the feeling even disappeared? This is not normal.

Wang He nodded, walked up quickly, and gently pushed the burning trash can elsewhere with his extended umbrella.

Suddenly, the opponent's eyes and body began to move with the movement of the fire.

He chased the trash can, still putting down and burning the papers in his hands.

Wang He probably felt a little reassured after seeing it.

"Sister Feng, please go out for a moment! I will hold Brother Chen here temporarily! Your daughter is still waiting for you outside. Remember to call more people to help." Wang He shouted, his voice was very urgent.

"Xiao Wang... I owe you a favor. I'm going to call someone right now, but you should be careful. If you can, don't hurt him..." The middle-aged woman was startled by Wang He's shout, and she was a little moved by her words.

, quickly got up.

She knew Wang He's intention and quickly left the room after explaining.

"Mom!" Sister Feng's daughter's worried exclamation came from outside the door.

"Xiao Le, call someone quickly! Give me the phone!" The middle-aged woman felt a little relieved after seeing her daughter.

But when she thought of her husband's strange behavior at home, she became anxious again. Remembering Wang He's instructions, she must contact someone for help as soon as possible.

"Brother Chen?" Wang He walked in a little bit.

He saw circular patterns scrawled messily with a black pen on the paper in the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man ignored him and just stared at the increasingly burning trash can like a photophile, continuing to throw away papers.

It seems that the burning of those papers has some special meaning.

"The painting is quite good, the pattern on the paper in your hand." Wang He pointed to the object in the man's hand.

"It's like some kind of special and mysterious symbol." Wang He praised in disguise the thing that seemed to be the most important thing to him.

Strangely, Wang He's words caught the middle-aged man's attention.
To be continued...