Doomsday Wonderland

"The phone number you dialed does not exist."

Elizabeth looked at her phone and slowly deleted the numbers on the screen one by one. She called all the possible police numbers, 110, 112, and a number existed. Thinking about it, what happened in this building would naturally not attract the police.

She couldn't afford a mobile phone, so the one she had was picked up from Aibi's corpse. The screen saver was a selfie of Aibi smiling brightly. For some reason, the deceased did not set a password for his cell phone, and anyone could open it with a swipe. Elizabeth hesitated for a few seconds, clicked on the communication history, and quickly scanned the text messages and chats she had with others; she said it was someone else, but in fact There is only one person, Abby's boyfriend, Barbecue Hu.

Even if she didn't look carefully, she could feel that the text messages, which were sweet and affectionate at the beginning, gradually deteriorated over the past two weeks and became filled with tension, threats and tears.

"We can't just leave her here like this, can we?" Hei Peng's voice suddenly rang out, surprising Elizabeth. Although no one knew that this phone belonged to Aibi, she still felt a little guilty. She lowered her hand, let her sleeve block the phone, and turned her head to look around.

After hearing her scream, the neighbors in the building swooped out like disturbed wasps, and there was a murmur of "What's wrong?" in the corridor. Before everyone arrived, Elizabeth managed to calm down and caught a glimpse of a black mobile phone on the floor next to Abby's body. She hurried over in a few steps and reached out to grab it. As soon as she stood up straight, she turned off the phone. The gentleman opened the door and rushed in.

"What's going on..." Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes had already fallen on Aibi's body. Then without even a pause, he turned around and shouted out the door: "Aibi is dead!"

After this roar, almost everyone gathered in Apartment No. 8. There was no place to stay in the living room, so they swarmed and stood outside the door. The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened by someone unknown. Many people crowded outside the windows, looking at the miserable scene in the living room through the glass, and their faces turned pale.

"Who...who killed her?" Li Er, who was standing at the door, had a trembling voice and didn't know who he was asking. In order to comfort her, Jessica held her hand tightly.

No one could answer this question. Everyone looked at each other for a while. Yan Huang suddenly frowned and said, "Barbecue Hu is not here."

Elizabeth was startled, and looked around carefully this time, and found that the only shadow of the barbecue beard among the residents was missing.

"Barbecue Hu..." The two female college students looked at each other and said hesitantly: "We once heard him beating Aibi, and Aibi cried miserably..."

"I heard it once too, and threatened her that I would kill her." Heipeng said immediately.

"It's not strange to do anything when you're drunk. Look at her look. What else could it be other than murder for love?" Miss Chen shrugged her shoulders and her tone was very calm and objective - just like the floor. What lay there was not a body.

"Then...are we going to find Barbecue Hu?" Mr. Guan asked.

When everyone fell silent following this question, what sounded in Elizabeth's mind was the lullaby with a crying tone in Apartment No. 1.

The appearance of "lullaby" was so inconsistent that it always stuck with her like a stone. No matter how she thought, she could not think of a reason why a single middle-aged man would cry and sing a lullaby after being drunk. She had a feeling that once she found this reason, she might have found the end of the rope that could pull down the curtain and reveal the whole truth.

"What if he goes crazy with alcohol..." someone murmured in a low voice, "should we wait until someone who can handle it comes?"

What everyone knows very well, but has never said it in their mouths, is that Abby's death has little to do with their own goals - there are only 17 days left before the end of the game, and they are not willing to focus on things that have nothing to do with them. What a waste of time. Anyway, they are not in a relationship with Barbecue Hu, so there is no need to worry that he will continue to attack others.

"Let's do this for now," Miss Chen waved her hand impatiently. "We'll talk about it when we see Barbeque Hu coming out of the house."

This brings an end to the discussion. Everyone decided to keep Aibi in Apartment No. 8, but they just covered her with a sheet and left. Elizabeth was the last to leave. When she closed the door from behind, her fingers still couldn't help but tremble a little.

It seems that the person who killed Aibi could not be anyone else except Barbecue Hu. The messages on Aibi's cell phone also focused all suspicions on Barbecue Hu: his pleas, his love words, his swearing... all showed an emotionally unstable image.

But just because all the clues pointed clearly to Barbeque Hu, Elizabeth felt a little uncomfortable. These clues are clean and clear, without even a trace of clutter, just like the neatly trimmed green plants in the flower bed, which always has an artificial smell.

After all, she still wanted to know what the lullaby was all about.

When Elizabeth turned to open the door of her home, a footstep hurried from behind; when she turned around, she met two snow-white round eyes, but the pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints.

When Yan Huang spoke, her mouth was filled with a sour smell from not eating for a long time. She didn't feel at all that she was close to Elizabeth's face, her eyes were floating in the void, and she whispered: "...I'm going to take action today."

"What?" Elizabeth was startled. Didn't she just comfort Yan Huang?

"Aibi is dead," Yan Huang spoke faster, "I know he must have done it. I have evidence. I have seen him talking to Aibi. The two of them must have had an affair. Maybe they were jealous. Abby killed him. This man is too dangerous, I can't delay it any longer, I will take action today."

"Wait a minute," Elizabeth only had time to call out, and Yan Huang turned a deaf ear and ran away - the latter rushed down the stairs with a thud and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She froze on the spot, caught off guard for a moment, and couldn't figure out what to do. When she turned her head and glanced at Apartment No. 5, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart - the curtains were opened, and when she looked through the window, Grandma Pink was still staying by her grandson's side, not even opening her eyes. Get off him.

When Grandma Pink follows Pink every step of the way, she naturally has no way to discuss matters with her little ally. I don’t know what’s going on with Miss Chen. Ever since Elizabeth bumped into her, she only knocked out Grandma Pink twice and never struck her again.

Do you want to remind your black friend now? Regardless of whether she reminds her or not, she seems to be losing this one believer.

Elizabeth thought for a while and decided that she had to stabilize Yanhuang first. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net turned around and entered the house. Even though she is poor, she has all the props that can create an atmosphere and create a sense of mystery, such as candles, charms, and so on. Yanhuang might not be able to listen to what she just said. She had to try her best to scare that crazy woman.

For more than ten days, her spider-hole-like house remained unchanged; when she walked past the doll displayed on the shelf, it seemed to be watching her. Elizabeth hurriedly opened the drawer, looked at the items one by one, and stuffed the useful ones into her pocket; perhaps because she was in a hurry, she accidentally tore apart a bead string, and the translucent fake jade beads suddenly appeared. Rolling all over the floor.

"The more anxious you are, the more trouble you get," Elizabeth muttered and cursed, lying on the ground, reaching out and trying to sweep up all the beads on the ground. After scanning twice, her movements paused.

A bead shimmered and stopped not far away. What stopped it was a small red satin shoe.

…The last time Elizabeth saw these shoes was a few minutes ago, when she passed the dolls on the shelf.

She slowly raised her head, looked up the red shoes, and saw the doll that had walked down at some point. It was standing a few steps away, looking at her with black eyes, still smiling sweetly on its white face.