Tired, numb, and thin were Chen Ge's first impression of Wang Qi.
The two of them passed each other, and Chen Ge returned the missing person notice he had just picked up from the ground to him, and the man whispered thank you.
This was the first time he spoke. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't hear it very clearly.
"You're welcome, it's just a small matter."
Chen Ge smiled back and followed the lame man to the second floor.
Compared with the first floor, the second floor seemed damper and darker. There were cobwebs in the corners and the walls were mottled, as if someone had scratched them with a carving knife.
The lame man led Chen Ge to the end of the corridor before stopping. He opened the door of the room at the far end of the corridor and took out a long set of keys: "It's fifty yuan to stay a night. You can choose the room on the second floor."
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"Isn't fifty too expensive?"
"I only have an apartment for several kilometers around here, and charging you fifty is considered a small amount." When the lame man spoke, his eyes would always glance back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was looking at something.
"Okay, but why can I only choose a room on the second floor? Are there no people on the first and third floors?"
"Why do you have so many problems? If you can't live here, you can't live here!" The lame man took fifty yuan from Singer Chen and gave him a key: "There is a house number on the key, go find it yourself."
After he finished speaking, he got into the house. The moment the door closed, Chen Ge heard the sound of an old man whimpering from inside the house, as if he had something stuck in his throat.
Chen Ge vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand to press the door lock: "Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" The lame man's tone was unkind, and you could hear that he was a little annoyed.
Chen Ge looked in along the crack in the door. The rental house was not large. In addition to the lame man standing at the door, there was also an old man sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the door. The sound just now came from his mouth.
of.
"I'm a little thirsty. Do you sell water and drinks?"
"No!"
"Being harmonious brings wealth, why are you so angry..."
The door slammed shut and Chen Ge felt more and more strange standing alone at the door.
"In a normal apartment building, the reception desk must be at the main entrance, but the reception desk in this apartment is hidden in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor." He looked at the key in his hand, and many doubts emerged in his mind: "Why are the first and third floors
No one can live in it? Who is that old man living with the landlord?"
There is a number 208 on the key. Coincidentally, the room corresponding to this key is next to the man at Pojiao.
"Forget it, let's move in first and then talk about it." After running around for more than two hours, Chen Ge was also a little tired.
He opened the door, and a faint musty smell wafted out. No one had lived in the room for a long time. The furniture was covered with dust, and the sheets were damp and uncomfortable to the touch.
"Can anyone sleep in this bed?" Before Chen Ge could put down his bag, he heard a crisp sound from the next room, as if his rice bowl had been smashed.
He closed the door and leaned against the wall to eavesdrop. The lame man's curses soon came from the other side. Perhaps he was too angry. The lame man also mixed one or two dialects into his insults. It was hard to hear his accent.
Like locals.
The old man whimpered and couldn't speak. The lame man cursed for several minutes before he stopped. What was more unusual was that the volume of the TV next door suddenly became louder.
"What's going on? What is he doing? Why do you want to turn up the volume of the TV?" Chen Ge continued to eavesdrop for a few more minutes, but because the volume of the TV was too loud, there was no gain, so he had to give up: "Forget it, I
It’s better to worry more about your own affairs, tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.”
Chen Ge threw his backpack on the dressing table, took out a fruit knife and hid it in his pocket: "The complaint message on the second-hand housing website said that there were blood stains behind the wall of the room, and there was always a stench every late at night.
So I suspect this place is a haunted house. But I searched online for all information related to Ping An Apartment, and I didn’t find any murder that happened in this apartment building.”
Being chosen by the black mobile phone as the location for the trial mission, Ping An Apartment must have hidden secrets. Chen Ge knew this very well.
He hid the fruit knife, took out the multi-functional hammer, knocked and checked every corner of the room, but still found nothing.
This is just a very ordinary guest room, nothing too unusual except that it is horribly shabby.
"The landlord only let me choose a room on the second floor at first, indicating that there should be no problems with the rooms on the second floor, otherwise it would be impossible to rent them out. Thinking about it this way, if you want to find out, you must go to the first or third floor to take a look.
Look." The trial mission started at 11 o'clock in the evening. There were still more than three hours before the mission started. Chen Ge didn't want to waste time. He put away the tool hammer and walked quietly to the door.
Holding the door lock with his hand, Chen Ge had just opened the door halfway when he suddenly stopped.
His palms were sweating, and he was feeling cold.
The lame man was standing outside the door! He had been there for an unknown amount of time!
The other party did not expect that Chen Ge would suddenly open the door. The two of them were shocked by the half-open door.
"Landlord, why are you running to my door?" Chen Ge looked unkind. He increasingly felt that there was something wrong with this landlord.
"Didn't you say you were thirsty? I'm here to give you this." The lame man placed the thermos bottle in front of Chen Ge's door, his expression somewhat unnatural.
"Thank you." Chen Ge didn't say anything, and took the thermos bottle into the room: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, go to bed early." The lame man glanced into the room and added as if talking to himself: "There are no lights in the corridor. It's very dark at night. You'd better not run around."
He turned around and left, waiting until he returned to his room and closed the door before Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
"This landlord looks ugly, has a bad temper, and is not good at talking. Although he is a little disabled, he is strong and can easily push down the middle-aged man just now." Chen Ge didn't know how to reason. He just based on the murder movies he had watched before,
I started to think: "He was born lame and was bullied since he was a child, which may cause him to have extremely low self-esteem. When this emotion reaches a certain level, it will distort and explode into thoughts of destroying others and self-destruction. Damn it, thinking about it, he seems like
Has all the personality traits of a murderer!"
Chen Ge put down the thermos bottle and was thinking hard about a question: "If the landlord is really a murderer, then wouldn't I have to be the neighbor of a murderer in a murderous house for one night?"
Thinking of this, Chen Ge felt his scalp go numb. That old pervert might even stand at the door of his room all night! What's even more frightening is that he is the landlord, so he should have spare keys for all the rooms! bdshare();