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　　 Police Officer Wang scanned the dumbfounded crowd, but could not see the young man.

　　 "Weird things these years,"

　　 Li Ang, who turned to leave with the leek box, rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes and muttered, "It's really more and more..."

　　 Indeed, in recent months, various types of urban strange talks have emerged one after another.

　　 During the burial, the deceased old man sat up in shock in the coffin, and his family members wept with joy, and a scene of the head of the grave was played on the spot;

　　 The gold medalist cowherd in a certain club was broken into more than one hundred corpses at home, and the police initially ruled out the possibility of homicide;

　　 After inspecting the tomb, an archaeological expert became insane and called to hell, stripped naked and flushed into the toilet, stood upside down by the wall, pretending to be a faucet;

　　 These ridiculous and even a bit spoof talks, once they spread widely, they will be blocked and deleted on a large scale.

　　 The few surviving strange talks can only be used for idle netizens’ post-dinner talks because they have not been confirmed and disseminated.

　　 "Why don't you care about him, there are tall people on it when the sky falls."

　　 Li Ang pouted his lips and walked into the three buildings.

　　 Unfortunately, there is a sign "Maintenance, temporarily suspended" at the elevator door.

　　 More unfortunately, Li Ang lives on the 20th floor.

　　 "Damn, wouldn't it be so unlucky?"

　　 He sighed and walked to the stairs honestly.

　　 The process of climbing the stairs is boring. Considering that there is no microwave oven at home and the leek box is about to cool down, Li Ang decisively broke off his chopsticks and walked while eating.

　　 The aphrodisiac leeks are a good thing, but for single dogs, the lonely night still needs "traditional craftsmanship that can not be lost for thousands of years" to be self-sufficient.

　　 "Gluck..."

　　 Suddenly, there was a vague whimper from the height of the corridor, like an old man with sputum in his throat, and he couldn't cough up or swallow a suppressed breath.

　　 Li Ang paused when he pulled the leek box, and he looked up the stairs along the gap.

　　 It is the night, and the only source of light in the stairwell is the dim and old voice-activated sensor lights installed on each floor.

　　 Judging from the light of the voice-activated light, the sound of coughing should be on the 17th floor.

　　 This community is a resettlement housing community, and most of the residents are elderly people who have moved in due to demolition, maybe someone who put garbage bags in the corridor...

　　 Chew, chew. Li Ang ate the leek box unhurriedly and continued to climb up.

　　Count the steps, one, two, three...twelve. Climb to the eighth floor.

　　Count the steps, one level, two poles, three levels...twelve levels. Climb to the ninth floor.

　　Count the steps, one level, two poles, three levels...twelve levels. Climb to the eighth floor.

　　 Li Ang's footsteps stopped.

　　 He stared at the red number sign painted on the wall of the stairway, 8, eighth floor.

　　 "Cococococo..."

　　 The vague cough sound came from the upper floors of the corridor again, and it seemed to be closer than last time.

　　 If this is the eighth floor, then the floor above the sound control light should be the fifteenth floor.

　　 Li Ang took a deep breath, slowly covered the leek box, moved his body to the wall and pressed against the wall, suddenly turned his head and ran downstairs.

　　 Eighth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, seventh floor...

　　 Li Ang ran downstairs in two steps in three steps, and at the same time silently counted the number of steps he had stepped on. In a few minutes, he ran down far beyond the height of the eight-story building.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Li Ang took a deep breath and looked at the red number sign posted on the stairs, the seventh floor.

　　 He released his clenched fist, walked to the balcony of the stairs, and looked down.

　　 I can only see the fog below, and can't see the tall buildings, pedestrians on the street, and street lights in the distance. There is no light in the sky except the lonely moon.

　　 "Does the ghost hit the wall..."

　　 Li Ang lowered his eyes. In his short seventeen years of life, he has always been a firm materialist, an atheist, does not believe in any fairy, Buddha, or monster, and laughs at all monsters, ghosts, and monsters.

　　Until now, the supernatural reality as hard as iron lies before him.

　　 Li Ang forced himself to calm down. He took out his chopsticks and threw the leek box and the plastic bag downstairs.

　　 listen carefully, there are no insects and birds, except for the very regular "chuckling..."

　　 The urging whimper became louder and closer, and Li Ang turned around and watched the voice-activated lights on the fourteenth floor come on, then the thirteenth and twelfth floors...

　　As the distance shortens, the whimpers gradually become sharp, like a beast struggling in a cage, like a finger scratching a blackboard, like a key rubbing glass,

　　 Like... the evil spirits are killing...

　　 "Chuck, cough, cough, ho, ho, wow, wow, wow..."

　　 Until the end, the whimper was completely deformed, loud and sharp, and echoed repeatedly in the corridor.

Li Ang secretly gritted his teeth and walked straight to the end of the stairs. At the door of Room 801, he reached out and took out the keychain from his pocket. With his fingers, he twisted the iron ring of the keychain into a wire, and then stabbed the wire into the dark red security door of Room 801. In the lock cylinder.

　　 He has a wide range of hobbies and special skills. Lock picking is one of them. To be fair, Li Ang can open the door locks of a community with half a stick of instant noodles.

The thin iron wire goes deep into the key hole, and after slowly twisting, the inner lock core and the outer lock core are slightly staggered to form a bracket in the pin groove. At the same time, the iron wire is moved to make the pin go up, and then the upper pin falls into Pin groove.

　　 Li Ang leaned against the door, pinched the iron wire with his extremely stable hands, and moved all the upper pins back into place, while the lower pins remained in the inner lock cylinder, and the inner and outer lock cylinders were separated from each other.

　　 Click, the lock is unlocked.

The doorknob was held firmly by Li Ang, and there was no obstacle in the process of moving it downward. However, when Li Ang pulled the door outward, he found that no matter how much he exerted, the whole anti-theft door did not move, so he used glue. Stick the same.

　　 Li Ang withdrew the wire in silence and kicked towards the security door.

　　咚!

　　 The steel security door made a dull sound, and the dark red blood color was even more gloomy in the dim light.

　　 A brief vent is meaningless. With the voice-activated lights on on the tenth floor, Li Ang is only two stories away from the whimper.

　　"The good fortune boy participated in the good knowledge, and went to the city of Kapila, the kingdom of Timothy of Yanfu, and saw the name of the main night **** named Po Shanpo acting...

　　 He rushed to the doctor when he was ill. Li Ang recites the "Huayan Sutra" with his left hand violently drawing a cross on his chest, his right hand squeezing the Qixing Jue text, and his foot stepping on a series of steps.

　　 It's a pity, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, these movements that are similar to jumping gods can't stop the roar from approaching. With the faint light of the voice-controlled lights, Li Ang saw a huge shadow gradually emerging from the bottom of the upper floor.

　　 "Fuck!"

Li Ang exploded, slapped his chest, and yelled into the shadows: "Don't criticize those useful and useless. I live in Room 1001, Building 2, Turnover Garden, Turnover Street. My father's name is Hu Yingjun, and my mother's name is Zhang Xiaoli. Lao Tzu My name is Hu Tutu, you have planted it to see if I can do it, and you will be done.

　　In a short time, the roar stopped abruptly, and the world was silent.

　　 The voice control light slowly went out, and Li Ang held his breath.

　　 Step, step, step.

　　 The very faint sound of footsteps approached slowly. With the moonlight, Li Ang could clearly see the "things" slowly walking down the stairs.

　　 It was a black cat with an elegant posture and a moist coat. He was also wearing a hand-woven yellow vest.

　　 But these are not the main points.

　　 The most important thing is that the black cat has no face, or it is covered with a human face.

　　 Wrinkled, pale, and old lady's face.

　　 The pink and tender tongue of the black cat protruded from the mouth of the old lady Zhang's face, and lightly licked the sharp claws, but did not change the position of the face in the slightest, not even a wrinkle.

　　 It's as if that face originally grew on the cat's face.

　　 "Ho **** ho..."

　　Human-faced cat whimpered vaguely. Li Ang watched it shake its body and spit out a cloud of muddy mucus from his throat.

　　 Snap, the mucus fell on the ground, it was a finger with flesh still attached.

　　 "..." Li Ang was silent, his palms tightly grasped the wooden chopsticks behind his back.