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There were many opportunities to run out of the house, but the thin white woman did not do so.

Even if the people here were too cold to mind their own business and didn't want to help her, she could at least run out of the building.

There is a small town not far away with a police station.

You can be saved no matter what.

But she couldn't leave the house. She stayed in the house and used some strange methods to ask for help from the new and strange neighbors.

No matter how you look at it, there is a problem.

Observe first to see what she is up to.

The thin white woman lay on the balcony for a while, but her neighbor who never waited for 904, withdrew her body in disappointment.

The window was not closed, and she seemed to be sitting on the floor of the balcony, letting the cold rain drift in and wet her thin clothes.

The flashlight light was flickering downstairs.

The tall man in a red raincoat searched along the wall for a long time, and finally stopped under Unit 4.

Not sure if he had found the earring, he paused silently for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked upstairs.

Then he hurried back to the building.

The bright red figure disappeared from my sight. This man must have thought of something, so he went back in such a hurry.

Thin white women are out of luck.

If I had gone to help her just now, I would definitely have gotten into some trouble.

I'm not afraid of trouble, but I don't like doing meaningless things.

Just as I was about to retract my gaze, I suddenly glanced at a moving light spot in the darkness in the distance.

The light spot grew larger and larger, slowly forming a halo.

It's the headlights.

Motorcycle or electric car.

Are the residents of the apartment back?

I squinted my eyes and looked in that direction.

The lights became more and more obvious, and finally, it was indeed a battery car driving into the underground parking lot of the building.

There were two people in the car.

He is so skillful in parking the car, so he must be a resident.

It's so late.

I don’t know if those who came back are human beings.

I took out my phone and looked at it.

There are a lot of barrages, all filled with boring comments.

Can you blame me?

It's not because the extra tasks haven't been triggered yet.

What exactly is the core event?

I lit a cigarette, sat down in the living room, and carefully sorted out this situation from beginning to end.

Cemetery salesman.

Weird building.

Weird neighbors.

Weird rules

While thinking, his eyes were unconsciously placed on the coffee table.

Huh?

wrong.

I sat up straight and looked at the plastic bag on the coffee table.

It contains daily necessities that Jie Baofang gave me, such as towels, toothbrushes, tissues, etc.

I remember the toothbrush was placed upside down in the paper cup, but now, the paper cup is standing up.

When I went to Jie Baofang's house to eat hot pot, someone came into my house.

There were no signs of the door being broken open.

The man has the key.

Who else has the keys to everyone's rooms in this apartment building?

The administrator with a tired face, Uncle Yuan.

He has been on the first floor, how did he know that I was going to Jie Baofang's house to eat hot pot?

It is clear.

Someone colluded with him.

He looked through the contents of the bag and explained what he was searching for, not knowing that someone had given them to me.

What does he want to do?

Do you want to find out my background, or do you want to do something in the house?

I suddenly became alert and searched carefully in the house.

The living room and bathroom are no different.

The cabinets in the bedroom were empty, and there was only a mattress on the bed, not even a mattress or pillow.

I squatted down, bent over and looked under the bed with a flashlight.

A stack of banknotes lay quietly on the dusty ground.

The banknotes were new and there was no dust on them. It was obvious that someone had not accidentally dropped the banknotes, but had just thrown them in recently.

"Send me money?"

The banknotes were all 100 yuan, a pile of red ones worth at least 10,000 yuan, neatly tied with red thread.

"It's very generous."

I sneered and didn't take the wad of money.

The problem is just above the red line.

I believe many people have seen money lost by others on the roadside, ranging from tens to hundreds.

Some money was tied with red thread, and some was wrapped in red cloth.

If you pick up this kind of money on the cheap, you will be unlucky and get sick.

This kind of money is called life money.

If you take this kind of money, someone will borrow part of your longevity and even your luck.

This is an ancient folk magic, usually used to extend the life of dying people.

In ancient times, many wealthy people would use this technique on beggars.

Generally, you don't borrow much from the same person, so the person who picks up the money will be unlucky for a while at most, losing only a few days and a half of his life, and his life will not be in danger.

But the amount of money sitting under my bed right now is quite a lot.

This is just trying to kill me.

"He's quite cruel."

For this kind of money to be effective, it must be accessible to people.

Is there a way to get money without letting the magic take effect?

I thought for a moment, took out the human leather glove from the Qiankun bag and put it on my right hand.

"Anyway, you're already dead. The most he can do is borrow a ghost!"

Wearing gloves, I took out the wad of money, carefully wrapped it in a plastic bag and placed it on the table.

I'm not excited about the 10,000 yuan, but this magic can indeed be used more.

Boom boom boom.

At this time, the knock on the door rang again.

I walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

The circular field of vision was filled with bright red.

Sure enough, he was looking for trouble.

"Who?" I asked deliberately.

"Neighbor, open the door." A man's cold voice came from outside.

"It's so late, what do you want from me?"

"There's something I hope you can explain clearly."

"We don't know each other. What can I explain to you?"

"You open the door first."

"What do you want to say first?"

There was silence outside the door for a while.

The man in a red raincoat raised his right hand, holding a diamond earring in his finger.

"Why did this earring fall downstairs at your house?"

"How do I know, these earrings are not mine."

"These are my fiancée's earrings." The man's face looked ugly.

"so what?"

"Why did my fiancée's earrings fall downstairs at your house?"

"You should ask her."

The man had a sullen face, put away his earrings, and stared at the cat eyes with paranoid eyes.

"You think she is beautiful, but I warn you, don't try to get close to her. Everyone who gets close to her will end badly."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The sound of opening and closing doors sounded again in the corridor.

After a while of silence.

The woman's pitiful cry came out again.

"I don't know what happened to the earrings. Don't ask me again."

"I really do not know."

"Don't come over."

The miserable sound, accompanied by the sound of things overturning, echoed in the gloomy corridor.

The woman seemed to be undergoing cruel torture.

I listened silently. Unless it was related to the live broadcast task, I would not meddle in other people's business.

After a while, the woman's miserable voice gradually weakened.

Ding--

The elevator slowly opened on the 9th floor.

Three people came out.

"Your room is 906." The administrator, Uncle Yuan, led the two men to the right side of the corridor.

He opened the door of 906, handed the key to a thin man, and left with weak steps.

"Brother, you rest first, I have something else to do."

The other man was tall and strong, with dark and rough skin. He seemed to be engaged in physical work.

He walked to the door of my room and banged the door several times.

"Are you new here?"

"I heard that you scared my son to tears today?"