In the dark corridor, only the "safe passage" indicator light not far away was still glowing green, seeming to be guiding Chu Ping's direction.
"Let's go downstairs first."
Chu Ping quickened his pace, turned around and entered the stairwell, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Sister Jiang, Sister Jiang, that head is going home, do you want to come out and take a look?"
Chu Ping opened his backpack and looked at the reddish-brown diary lying quietly inside.
"You don't believe me again?"
Chu Ping closed his backpack bitterly, and then pulled out the stick from his lower back.
"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself."
With his backpack on his back, Chu Ping hid behind the door in the corridor. The swing stick in his hand made him inexplicably feel more at ease.
"Go home, go home..."
The head is like a delirious madman, repeating the same sentence over and over again.
"He wants to go home, which shows that he still has obsessions. Since he has obsessions, he can communicate."
Chu Ping has always felt that communication is the best way to eliminate misunderstandings, so Chu Ping decided to have a good communication with him first.
As the sound of heads getting closer and closer, Chu Ping also raised the stick in his hand.
"boom--"
Just when the person reached the door of the stairwell, Chu Ping suddenly appeared and swung his stick and smashed it down.
"Go back...it hurts so much!"
The head fell heavily to the ground, and blood slowly oozed from the place where it was hit, and the blood stains were dark red.
"fainted……"
Chu Ping didn't expect the human head to be so fragile, and he was knocked unconscious by himself.
"What should we do? What should we do next?"
The man was dizzy, and Chu Ping was also confused. He didn't know what to do with the human head in front of him.
"Just leave it here like this?" Chu Ping was a little embarrassed, "Then you can't scare people out."
Chu Ping's worry was justified. No matter where the head was thrown, it would cause quite a stir.
Chu Ping has already thought about what the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers should be.
"Shocked! A shocking crime was discovered in the city, and the victim's head was dumped in a garbage dump."
When Chu Ping thought of this, his head felt swollen.
"Take it away first."
Chu Ping took off his clothes, then wrapped the head and put it in his backpack.
It's summer now, although
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It was a bit cold at night, but Chu Ping only wore half-sleeves when he went out this time, with no extra clothes at all.
The shirtless Chu Ping put his backpack on his back. The summer night wind blew on his body, which made him feel a little cold.
"If others find out about this, they will arrest me as a murderer."
Chu Ping returned to old Xie Tou's home and was going to find some clothes to wear at his house.
"Don't you usually buy clothes, old Xie Tou?"
Chu Ping rummaged around Lao Xie Tou's house for a long time and only found a yellow Taoist robe, which Lao Xie Tou had changed out of during a live broadcast and thrown it on the ground.
"Get dressed first."
Chu Ping really had no choice. He had a human head in his backpack. If he ran around shirtless, he would have to call the police.
Chu Ping frowned, put on Lao Xie Tou's old yellow shabby robe, and then put his backpack outside.
"Don't tell me, he really looks like a bit of a stickman."
Chu Ping stood in front of the mirror in Lao Xie's home and looked at it again and again. He suddenly had the urge to deceive people with Lao Xie.
"Chu Ping, Chu Ping, your idea is very dangerous."
Chu Ping no longer hesitated, turned around and left Lao Xie Tou's home.
"Old Xie is not at home, where can he go?"
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Old Xie felt that he was lying on a particularly soft bed, and the faint fragrance kept pouring into his nasal cavity, stimulating his brain and making him more and more intoxicated.
"This smells better than that damn formalin."
Lao Xie didn't want to break this sweet dream, so he just turned over and continued to sleep.
"Are you feeling better?" Just as Lao Xie was half asleep and half awake, a gentle female voice came into his ears.
"Woman?" As a senior man living alone, his first reaction when he heard this voice was that he was dreaming.
"Are you feeling better?"
The woman's voice is still there.
Lao Xie opened his eyes slightly, and there was a woman wearing a light blue dress standing in front of him.
The woman's hair is long and spread over her shoulders.
"I must be dreaming."
Lao Xie's eyes closed again.
"Hello? How are you feeling?"
This time Lao Xie felt someone pushing him
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When the cold fingers touched his skin, the coolness instantly made Lao Xie sober up.
Old Xie opened his eyes again, and this time he no longer felt that everything in front of him was a dream.
"You finally woke up," the woman handed the water in her hand to Old Xie, "Drink some water."
Lao Xie stared at the woman for a long time, always feeling that the woman in front of him looked familiar.
"Where is this?"
Lao Xie took the water glass from the woman's hand, but he didn't drink it, he just kept it in his hand.
"This is my home, and I am a resident of Room 0208 on the second floor."
Old Xie suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him was the resident with the child on the second floor.
This is the woman in front of me. In her dream a few days ago, she took a sharp knife and tried to kill herself.
After recognizing the woman, Lao Xie shivered as if on conditioned reflex, and then subconsciously moved away from the woman.
The woman didn't understand why Lao Xie Tou had such a reaction.
"What are you doing? As if I want to harm you."
Lao Xietou smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Why am I at your house?"
Lao Xietou remembered that he was at home and live broadcasting, and then the head suddenly appeared. Then Lao Xietou kept avoiding the head. Later, Lao Xietou rushed out of the house and came to the stairs, and accidentally fell down the stairs.
Come down and then appear here.
"I saw you fainted on the stairs. It was late at night and our building was not safe. I couldn't wake you up at that time. I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I took you away."
"Ah, thank you."
Old Xie Tou remembered that he had asked Chu Ping to come over before, so he wanted to take out his mobile phone and call him to ask where he was.
It was only when Lao Xie touched his pocket that he discovered that his cell phone had been left at home to avoid the man's head during the live broadcast.
"I'm going back first and won't disturb you anymore."
Lao Xie didn't know what happened to the man's head at home, and was worried that Chu Ping wouldn't be able to find him when he came over, so he wanted to go back and have a look first. If there was still danger, it wouldn't be too late to run back to the woman.
Lao Xie had a good plan.
"How about you rest here for a while first? I just heard noises everywhere on the third floor. It sounded quite chaotic. It seemed like someone had entered our building. I'm worried that you might be in danger when you go out."
