Chapter 2209 Love Trapped in the Cycle of Fate 07
On the second day of the Zhou Dynasty.
The corridor on the sixth floor.
Including Xu Yi, the foursome waited in the corridor for the murderer.
Shao Huaiban was forced to take on the responsibility of protecting Xu Yi's safety.
The reason was simple: during the day, Shao Huai and Jin Chen both forgot that they had a companion who had the coin.
When Xu Yi woke up and was choked with fear, he still forced himself to knock on the door of room 306, trying to reunite with them. However, he met the "three of us" group who were already discussing how to protect Mr. Song.
Xu Yi almost shed tears.
Shao Huai was pushed over by Jin Chen to be comforted, still a little puzzled: "Why do you let me comfort him? Haven't you forgotten it too?"
Jin Chen, who had just finished cooking and filled his stomach, hid behind Xie Guan and said, "I also have someone I need to comfort."
Xie Guan: “…”
Time goes back to this moment, 23:45.
Shao Huai: "Don't worry, I have confirmed again and again that Uncle Song is in 607. We will rush over as soon as the murderer comes."
He lowered his voice and took precautions.
Beside him, Xu Yi's back was pressed against the damp wall, and the fingers clutching his sleeves were trembling, still very scared.
The sound of chopping fish coming from room 508 downstairs suddenly became louder, and the dull sound of the knife hitting the chopping board sounded like cutting cartilage.
At this moment, an ominous noise broke the silence.
thump—
The sound of a heavy object falling exploded overhead.
The four people's expressions changed instantly.
They thought the murderer had appeared, but they saw a corpse falling from the sky and landing heavily in front of them.
It was Engineer Song who was supposed to be in the room.
His death was no different from the previous cycle, with a hole in his heart and black and red liquid gushing out of the blood hole.
Hold.
Jinchen cursed inwardly, caught a glimpse of the corner of a raincoat flashing around the corner upstairs, and chased after it without hesitation.
Shao Huai subconsciously followed him.
The corpse lay in front of Xie Guan and Xu Yi.
Xu Yi's heart was pounding with fear, but he still suppressed his fear, squatted down, and picked up the contract in Song Gong's hand with trembling hands.
"This... this... what is it, a contract?" Xu Yi's voice trembled. The handwriting on the contract was blurred by the rain, and only the last two words could be vaguely recognized - "real estate".
He looked up at Xie Guan and found that his face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were gloomy and silent, and he was staring at the contract.
Xu Yi thought he was also frightened, so he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You are also frightened, right?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but tear up. The shock of facing the corpse was still too great.
Xie Guan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and nodded without refutation, but his fair face looked even more bleak under the dim light.
The corridor on the sixth floor was filled with a strong smell of blood. Xie Guan shifted his gaze and saw Song Gong's blood flowing through the cracks in the floor tiles.
There was a faint smell of burning paper money wafting over from downstairs, coming from Grandma Chen's house in Room 508. There was also the sound of chopping fish almost every night; the rhythm of the knife blade colliding with the chopping board seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.
Xie Guan looked downstairs with a gloomy look in his eyes. Each floor was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The dim light made his and Xu Yi's shadows distorted and weird. It was so dead that even the air seemed to be frozen.
"...Don't cry." Xie Guan forced himself to calm down, walked to the corpse, and quickly memorized the differences from the last time.
Jinchen's chasing footsteps echoed dully in the stairwell.
He stared at the hem of the raincoat fluttering at the corner. The dark green color glowed strangely under the emergency light, a bit like the color of a body bag.
Shao Huai's panting followed closely behind him, and the two almost bumped into each other in the narrow stairwell.
The rainstorm was so heavy that the water vapor on the seventh floor condensed into fine water droplets and flowed down the wall.
Shao Huai's shoes slipped and his knees hit the steps heavily. He immediately smelled a sweet and fishy smell of rust, but he couldn't tell whether it came from the wound or the blood in the air.
The murderer's footsteps were rapid in front, and the sound of his rubber-soled shoes rubbing against the ground was like some kind of reptile crawling.
"Don't let this grandson run away!" Shao Huai yelled.
On another floor, Jinchen used the force of the wall to jump up. At the moment when his fingers were about to grab the corner of the murderer's clothes, the other party suddenly turned around.
Under the pale light, he saw that the murderer's neck was covered with thick black hair and his entire face was covered by a mask.
Jinchen's pupils shrank in shock and he stopped in disbelief.
The burnt smell of paper money suddenly became strong.
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Jinchen opened his eyes in the dim morning light.
He frowned, subconsciously picked up his phone to look at it, then relaxed his tense body and closed his eyes to recall the last scene he saw.
That thing...
Why doesn't he look like a human being?
[Are you sure there are no non-human elements this time? ]
[No, host.] Ling Gun Gun patted his chest and assured, [Absolutely Zero Demon Ghost is very scientific!]
【…Where is science. 】
[……] Ling Gungun scratched his head, [Except that this building is not very scientific.]
Shao Huai's angry curses came from the next room.
"Fuck! So close!"
Jinchen's thoughts were interrupted. He stood up, opened the window, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
There was no heavy rain on Monday, May 5.
But the fog was thicker and visibility was extremely low.
A few minutes later, in the living room of Room 306, four people sat around the coffee table.
Xu Yi and Shao Huai were in the same trance, checking their phone calendars over and over again, and then closing their eyes in despair.
How can some people's lives go backwards as time goes by?
Xie Guan was better, but not much better. His pale face made the dark circles under his eyes look even darker, and with his eyes half closed he looked like he was worried.
His face was suddenly lifted up.
Jinchen held Xie Guan's face and looked at him carefully. "Did you have a nightmare last night?"
Xie Guan paused, turned his face away, and for some unknown reason hummed softly, still cold, yet inexplicably looking a little fragile.
Jinchen flicked his forehead and said, "Open your mouth."
Then he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.
"It won't scare you to eat something sweet," Jinchen said.
Xie Guan: “…”
He suddenly realized that Jinchen seemed to be coaxing him.
Also, a little too close.
"…open."
Xie Guan clenched his fingertips silently, lowered his eyes, and struggled again, but he didn't notice that his ears were very red.
Jinchen glanced at him, but resisted the urge to pinch him to avoid making Xie Guan angry. Instead, he rubbed his fingertips together, speaking in a casual tone.
"What did you dream about last night? You look so pale."
"Dreams are always the opposite of what they really are, ah." Jinchen blew his hair again.
Xie Guan pursed his lips and said, "I dreamed that you became a billionaire."
Jinchen: "..."
Shao Huai couldn't help but said, "Yes, this dream must be the opposite."
Xu Yi also laughed and finally came out of his trance.
"Go to hell." Jinchen kicked Shao Huai's chair and sat back on the sofa.
Just as Xie Guangang breathed a sigh of relief when the aura left, he noticed his hand under the coffee table being held and squeezed as if as a punishment.
...Is this person childish?
This, too, must be retaliated against.
Xie Guan couldn't help but glance at Jinchen, pursed his lips and listened to Shao Huai's guess.
