We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

He walked up, his mouth was humming an untuned little song, his face was red, and his muddy eyes were blurred.

He didn't care if the dim sensor light in the corridor didn't light up. He Zhuangsheng's family lives on the fourth floor. It has been ten years since the village was demolished and moved here. He can walk home even with his eyes closed on this narrow staircase.

He Laosi is dead. He Laoshi's family is doing fun today. He helped Zhang Luo at the funeral banquet during the day, and drank a lot of wine with the condolence guests at night, and didn't leave until dark.

He thought indifferently. Today, the second child is also dead. It is estimated that the funeral will be prepared tomorrow. The people living in this building are all related to the family, and the relatives who handle the affairs in the family want to give favors and money. He calculated in his mind how much favor money should be given to the second family, but he didn't notice that he had already circled the stairs again and again.

He Zhuangsheng’s family was on the fourth floor at 404. He felt that the house number was unlucky, so he picked the house number and hung a mirror to ward off evil spirits. He usually only needs to climb a few floors to see the familiar mirror on the door frame, and then push the door back home.

But today, there are only four floors, but it seems that you can never climb the head.

"If there is a broken building, the elevator will not install one!"

He Zhuangsheng walked like a leaded leg, cursing a few words in his mouth.

This community was a resettlement house that was compensated by the developer when the village was demolished. In the first few years, it was still of a high-end foreign style, but in the past ten years, it has been dilapidated. There is not even an elevator, and the residents can only rely on narrow stairs to get up and down.

He Zhuangsheng felt that the stairs were really **** difficult to climb today, he had been climbing for a long time, and he hadn't reached the fourth floor yet.

A drop of water dripped from the top of his head, splashed on the back of He Zhuangsheng's neck, and a trace of chill also dissipated as if there was nothing. He Zhuangsheng raised his head and glanced at the top of his black head, wiped the back of his neck casually, and cursed again: "Whose house is flooded again?"

The residential area is too old, and the outer walls have gradually cracked, especially in places like corridors. The corners and corners are covered with cracking marks. If someone’s water pipe is cracked, the water upstairs seeps through the cracks, and the downstairs is ticking like It's raining.

He Zhuangsheng took a breath, and really stopped weakly. Alcohol wafted along with the sweat, and his chaotic mind became clearer.

The paralyzed brain finally realized something was wrong afterwards.

This is the seventh floor in total. The climbing method he used just now was more than enough to get to the top of the building. But he turned his head and looked around, but he was still in the middle of the stairs. The sensor light was broken, and there was only a vague ray of light coming in from where I was barely able to see the object, and I couldn't see which floor it was.

In fact, the sensor light is not broken, and he can't see the floor signs. The community is too old, and the floor numbers are mottled off. Most of the residents here rely on habit, and then judge how many floors they have climbed by looking at the house number.

He Zhuangsheng climbed up a few more steps, wanting to see the house number of the tenant above.

But no matter how he looked at it, the house number seemed to have been deliberately obscured.

A cold sweat broke out from behind He Zhuangsheng, and he rubbed his face vigorously, wondering if he had hit a ghost hit the wall.

Standing in the dark corridor, he raised his head and called out his wife's name. The rough voice echoed in the stairwell, but no voice responded to him.

The soundproofing of the old campus will not be good. He usually has something to do, and it is also common to stand downstairs and call upstairs to the wife, but now his screams are like a cow into the sea, without a trace of response.

He Zhuangsheng's legs were a little weak, and a dense cold sweat came out of his back. He looked at the security door that was only a few steps away, and tried to move his lead-filled leg, trying to knock on the door. Upstairs and downstairs are all acquaintances, no matter who it is, as long as it is a living person.

Thinking like this in his heart, he climbed up the stair railing with difficulty.

Da da da……

Da Da, Da Da, Da Da...

His heavy dragging footsteps rang again, and after his footsteps, there was another regular footstep.

He Zhuangsheng's first reaction was not joy, but hairy behind his back. Like a beast that sensed danger, he suddenly stopped and turned around, staring at the dark corridor behind him.

A thick and gasping voice also rang: "Which one is there? Don't pretend to be a fool with Lao Tzu!"

Da Da's footsteps stopped.

He Zhuangsheng's palms holding the handrails were already stained with sweat. He overcame his fear and looked down, but saw a seven or eight-year-old girl standing there, looking up at him.

The little girl wore two croissant braids and a pink clip on her head. Her face was round, her eyes were big and black, and there were two lovely blushes on her cheeks...More importantly, He Zhuangsheng recognized her.

This is clearly Niuniu, the youngest granddaughter of the sixth family, who lives on the sixth floor.

The panic heart suddenly settled down, He Zhuangsheng stepped back two steps and waved to Niuniu, "Niuniu, why are you the only one? Where's your grandma?"

Niuniu tilted her head to look at him, grinning, her round face was flat when viewed from the side. She looked at He Zhuangsheng with a crisp voice: "Grandma is at home, I'm going to buy ice cream."

He Zhuangsheng laughed as expected, Niuniu's grandma didn't let her eat ice cream often. He beckoned and said, "Come on, Lord Wu will send you upstairs."

Niuniu trot a few steps and came to him.

He Zhuangsheng didn't seem to see the flat body of the little girl, and he took her hand and said, "Let's go."

Niuniu responded happily, turned her flat head, and looked at him with a flushed round face.

It was about being accompanied by a living person. Although he was only a child, He Zhuangsheng was much more at ease. He took Niuniu up, climbed a few steps, and saw the house number that he couldn't live before.

301 was written on the house number before reaching the third floor.

Just climb one more floor and you will be home.

He Zhuangsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and led Niuniu to climb up neatly.

Niuniu followed him step by step, humming a cheerful ballad:

"Sao Qingniang, Sao Qingniang, it won't rain tomorrow, I'll give you a silver bell.

Saw Qing Niang, Saw Qing Niang, it won't rain tomorrow. Give you golden bells.

Saw Qing Niang, Saw Qing Niang, if it rains tomorrow, cut off your head. "

The little girl's voice was ethereal, like a newborn milk warbler, crisp and tender, humming a few nursery rhymes over and over again.

But after He Zhuangsheng heard the lyrics, goosebumps crawled from his arms to his face, and he was a little stern: "Where did you learn this?"

Niuniu grinned, her eyes were dark and big, but there was no light, and she looked dull and unclear.

"I listen to others singing."

"This song is not good, don't sing it anymore."

He Zhuangsheng reluctantly restrained the hostility, and vigorously pulled her up. I just walked, but I felt that the little hand I was holding became light and fluttering. The original soft and tender hand became a bit flat, and it was so cool...

He Zhuangsheng felt a cold stare at him. He didn't dare to explore the weird touch in his hand, and he didn't even dare to lower his head. He looked at the familiar security door with a mirror, hurriedly threw Niuniu's hand away, took out the key to open the door and rushed in...

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The Sweeping Lady, hanging upside down on the anti-theft door, was lifted by the wind, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up, and the little girl made a crisp voice: "I'm home."

***

Jiang Ran and Wang Qing stayed together to watch the night.

There is a parking space in front of the floor, which is also convenient for them to monitor. The two sat in a car with Team Chen and another member Zhao Li, watching the flow of people in the three buildings while reorganizing the case.

Both the dead were killed by beheading, and their bodies were hung upside down in front of the house. With such a cruel and consistent approach, and the locations are all in the same building, it is hard not to think of revenge and killing.

Team Chen and they have listed the interpersonal relationships around the deceased as much as possible, and found that the residents of this building are basically relatives.

They moved to this building as a whole ten years ago, because of the demolition of the village in 2009. Most of the people living in this building are from the village of He.

The deceased He Zhuangyang and He Zhuangqing are cousins, He Zhuangyang is the second child, and He Zhuangqing is the fourth child. In addition to the two of them, there are six cousins.

Boss He got gastric cancer gone a few years ago. He Laoqi died in a car accident two years ago. The oldest of the eight cousins ​​was He Laoba who died in the flood 20 years ago. .

Only He Lao San, He Lao Wu and He Lao Liu who are said to be mad are still alive.

"The relationship between these cousins ​​is not very good, or the neighborhood relationship in the entire building is relatively average. Usually there are some trivial contradictions, but it is not to the point of enmity." Chen team said.

Wang Qing said strangely: "They are all relatives who have moved from a village. They don't report to the group in an unfamiliar community, and the relationship is still very cold. Isn't it strange?"

Jiangcheng's economy has developed rapidly in recent years, and many surrounding rural areas have been demolished. Most of them have been built in relatively remote areas such as Hanyang and Caiyang. Large areas of houses have been built to resettle these villagers. Generally, these villagers move from the village as a whole to the community, but the relationship will be closer together. Because there are not only relocated villagers in the community, but also many tenants or residents of commercial housing. When facing outsiders, they are always surprisingly united.

Team Chen nodded and said: "We also feel a little weird. But we have visited the residents, but we can't find out any news. We are currently inclined to retaliate killings. The murderer must be related to the person named He, or the eight brothers. I have already Ask someone to investigate what happened before they moved here, and see if you can find clues."