No one answered...

No one?

Yan Qianqian walked carefully on the wooden floor, always paying attention to possible monsters and traps.

Although the script did not state that there would be danger here, based on her past experience... this script is probably no longer the original script.

She had a hunch... there was a high probability that this script would also collapse.

Her eyes swept over the bones hanging on the wall and the wooden boxes piled on the edge, and she came to the conclusion that the residents here must not like to clean up their homes.

There was a corner ahead, and the sunlight that revealed a sense of hope came in through the window blocked by the old wooden bookshelf, spilled on the ground, and illuminated the remaining blood stains on the wooden floor.

"..."There is blood...

Ignoring the blood stains on the ground, Yan Qianqian turned the corner and looked at the wooden door ahead!

Finger-thick iron chains hung above the wooden door embedded with iron nails. A huge beast skull hung on the iron chains, staring quietly at the ground.

There is a candle lamp on the wall next to the wooden door, and a string of words is written under the lamp. Unfortunately, the text is blocked by wooden boards and pots and barrels piled together randomly.

He stepped forward and tried to twist the door handle wrapped in dirty cloth, but sure enough... it couldn't be opened.

It's so weird here.

Not to mention that the door of his house was locked, but the walls were also covered with strange writings, and judging from the degree of damage to the stone walls, there must have been a battle here.

Um......

Turning her head, Yan Qianqian looked at the last door in this house.

After following the instructions and slowly pushing it open, Yan Qianqian walked in carefully.

With a "click~", the wooden door behind her was closed casually.

As soon as you enter the room, the first thing you see is a square wooden table with tableware.

If you look carefully, you will see that the old wooden table has many marks of being chopped, and the pot filled with unknown liquid is sitting there steadily.

Just when the door was opened and closed, a gust of wind blew into the room, causing ripples in the soup in the pot.

"Um?"

Before she could look at other places in the room, Yan Qianqian felt a chill coming from her right hand.

She subconsciously turned to the side!

It turned out that there was a middle-aged man with unshaven beard standing next to the door.

His eyes were blood red, his hair was unkempt, and his weathered face was covered with deep wrinkles.

He was dirty and ragged, as if he had just fled here from a disaster area.

A pair of skinny hands are even covered with veins!

At this moment, he was staring at Yan Qianqian motionless, standing there without saying a word.

He startled Yan Qianqian who had just entered the door. She shook her shoulders subconsciously, took a step back, and leaned her back against the door.

A solid touch came from behind, and Yan Qianqian calmed down a little.

After taking a shallow breath, Yan Qianqian naturally put away the pistol, and then put her other hand behind her back.

It would not be a good idea for her to attack with a pistol in such a cramped room.

After all, she is not a real agent, so it is quite difficult to combine firearms and melee weapons.

With this thought in mind, she moved her fingertips, and a dagger with a blood-red butterfly engraved on the blade appeared in her hand.

Then she asked:

"Um...Sorry, I just came in."

Yan Qianqian asked, but the old man turned his head away in a dull manner, muttering something she didn't understand in a low voice, passing the table from behind the door, and walked slowly to the edge of the built-in stove.

What can be seen is that the red flame is roasting the bottom of an iron pot. It seems that what is burning in the iron pot must be his dinner.

As for what he was burning... Judging from the animal carcass on the table that had just had its internal organs eviscerated, it seemed that what he was burning was not necessarily something virtuous.

The old man squatted in front of the cauldron with an expressionless face, stretched out his hand to stir up the fire, and kept mumbling something with his mouth open.

"Well, I'm looking for a policeman. Has he been here before?" Yan Qianqian took a few steps forward, tilted her head and asked patiently.

"No! He has not been here!"

This was the first time the old man spoke. His voice was so hoarse that it felt like sandpaper had been rubbed across the table, or like a traveler who had been in the desert for a long time without drinking water.

"Really...really not..."

"Kacha..."

She followed him reluctantly, and as soon as she took two steps, there was the sound of something being stepped on under her feet.

"Um?"

She stepped away, looked down, and found that what she had stepped on was a police officer's certificate stained with sporadic blood stains.

Xu Fan's appearance is painted on it.

Are you telling lies with your eyes open... He has obviously been here before. Could it be that... Xu Fan has been killed by the grandfather in front of him?

No, is he that weak? The script has just begun...

"Oh, uh..." A beast-like growl suddenly came from behind.

Yan Qianqian looked back.

The "kind" old man from before was now wielding a "hundred-jin mountain-breaking ax" and striking her head-on.

Yan Qianqian, who was well prepared, immediately raised the dagger in her hand to block the ax blade that was hitting her.

Red letter: [Fend off the thug in front of you who is trying to attack you with an axe, and accurately land a roundhouse kick on his head.]

"???"

It's okay to block him, but adding a roundhouse kick to his head is a bit too strong!??(????)!

"Sbara wow, wow wow!" The old man babbled some words that he couldn't understand at all.

The ax he aimed at Yan Qianqian was held up by the blade, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

But he could feel that the power of the person in front of him was not as great as his own.

Just when he was trying to overpower people.

The next moment, Yan Qianqian used a clever move to push him back a few steps.

"Ugh!" The old man staggered back a few steps, reorganized his body, then raised the wood-cutting ax in his hand again, walked a few steps quickly and rushed towards Yan Qianqian.

Roundhouse Kick... Roundhouse Kick Roundhouse Kick Roundhouse Kick!!!

Yan Qianqian had exhausted a lot of strength by flicking his ax away. The old man pressed forward step by step, and she retreated, muttering the word "roundhouse kick" in her heart.

He roared and swung the ax, and Yan Qianqian leaned sideways to narrowly avoid his attack.

The not-so-sharp ax blade struck the wall, making a harsh sound.

Just when the man wanted to slowly raise his head and look back at the shy and pitiful girl in front of him with a smile.

Yan Qianqian kicked him in the face with a roundhouse kick, causing him to hit the wall. The man's fragile neck was even bent aside by the kick.

The man hit the ground hard, like a bouncy ball, and bounced twice before falling to the ground completely motionless.

In order to prevent him from pretending to be a corpse, Yan Qianqian inserted the dagger into her waist without thinking, took out a pistol with her backhand, and fired two "bang bang" shots at his head from a distance.

"Huh...huh..." Kicked out!! Also last minute attack!!

Yan Qianqian gasped, and her wrists felt numb due to the recoil of the pistol.

However, just as she relaxed, a scream suddenly sounded!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

It's Xu Fan...

Yan Qianqian immediately looked left and right, trying to determine Xu Fan's location through his voice, but unfortunately, his shouting time was too short, and he had disappeared before she was confident enough to listen.

However, what is certain is that he is definitely in this house.

To save him!

Yan Qianqian made a decision immediately.

As expected...he was probably in that locked room, so the first thing she needed was the key.

As for where the key is...

Yan Qianqian frowned, squatted down and quickly searched for the man who fell on the ground.

She rummaged through her coat pockets, pants pockets and even the lining, but she couldn't find the key.

Is it possible that he didn't bring the key with him?

It shouldn't be. According to the normal process, it must be on the body.

Yan Qianqian frowned if she didn't believe in evil. In order to find the key, she directly took off the pants of the person in front of her, without any discomfort in her eyes.

This wave, I can only say that it is not that one family does not want to enter the same house.

Oh! Here!

Sure enough, Huangtian paid off and Yan Qianqian finally found the key that was pressed under the old man's thigh.

After taking out the key, Yan Qianqian walked out of the room and opened the locked door.

From a preliminary inspection, it appears that behind the door are stairs leading to the second floor and basement.

So, should we go to the basement or the second floor?
Chapter completed!