"Come on, drink!"

"No, no, I'm dizzy."

"Eh, what do you mean by this? Are you telling me? Well, I have two drinks, and you have one drink. This is all right?"

"I can't drink it, I want to vomit."

"Hey, here again..."

"I'll go to the toilet."

"Good, good."

"Squeak—tap, tack, tack..."

The sound of footsteps faded away, and the earphones were filled with monotonous and subtle chewing sounds.

Qian Jiangyue presses the right arrow key on the small keyboard to fast forward the recording.

"Why isn't it coming out? Tap, tap."

"Wang Gang, Wang Gang!"

"Pong, pong, pong, Wang Gang? Are you inside? You can't sneak away, do you?"

"Crunch!"

"Ah! Ah, shit, what is this? shit!"

"..."

"..."

Qian Jiangyue drags the mouse, confirms that there is no suspicious sound behind, press Pause, and then switch to the form interface.

In the table, the audio icon in the middle has a dashed frame, which is the audio just played, and in the grid to the right of the icon, there is a detailed comment on the content.

"On August 13, 2011, at 11:22 pm, resident Zhao Hong found out that his friend Wang Gang died in the toilet."

"I went to check in the next morning and found that Zhao Hong had died in the living room. There was no one's body. Like a cartoon, it was crushed into a thin slice and wrapped around the dining table. Wang Gang died in the toilet, his body lying flat on the floor. The floor of the toilet is full."

"It's still the same as before. The deaths of these two people did not cause any discussion. No one doubted. Even if the death was so strange, no one doubted it. It seems that Zhao Hong and Wang Gang never existed."

Qian Jiangyue slid the scroll wheel with her right index finger and scanned the form.

A total of 134 incidents were recorded above, and the death toll reached 267, with the highest number of deaths being 8 in one night. There is no obvious pattern in the date of death. The time of death was concentrated at night, after the sun went down and before the sun rose the next day. The scope of death is strictly limited to a whole set of rooms, even if there is only one wall from the neighboring residents, the neighboring residents are still not affected in any way. There is no obvious connection between the dead on different dates. The death looks strange, but the corpses are all in the room.

Qian Jiangyue pushed the computer desk with both hands, and gradually pushed the swivel chair back, and then crossed his fingers with his fingers behind his head.

""The Disappearing Residents" seems to refer to this incident. The evil spirits in the old hotel have 8 suites in total, and dozens of people have died in each suite. The landlord is not a good person and deliberately lowered the price of the house. Rented to someone who can arouse his desire for eavesdropping. Since 2007, the residents began to die, but they did not attract any attention, as if they were blocked by logic, and the results have continued to the present.

"I'm the landlord."

"According to the hint of the **** movie, tonight, the entrance to the next world will appear in the tenant's room. However, there is one condition. I must stay in the tenant's room for 30 minutes before the entrance will appear. Although the hint is inside There is no mention of evil spirits, but judging from the style of the **** movie, or the rules it sets for the actors, evil spirits will definitely appear, and there may be more than one."

"I live on the 5th floor and the rest of the tenants are downstairs. I only need 4 hours at most to trigger the exit. However, if I am unlucky, I will die in the first 30 minutes. The identity of the landlord is specially arranged for me , I’m afraid I want to let me find patterns and clues from hundreds of previous deaths, or...use the residents to help me find the way."

Qian Jiangyue opened the drawer with her right hand, and it contained the household information. In addition to the basic information such as age and gender, it also specifically marked the dirty side of each household. These were the information obtained by the landlord's investigation and eavesdropping.

"Let me see, indebted gamblers in the telecom fraud industry, drug addicts who ruin a family...Although they are not fatal from a legal point of view, there is no psychological burden from an ethical point of view."

He patted the data on the back of his left hand, then put it down, and then turned his head to look out the window, the blue sky and white clouds wherever he could see.

The time now is 1pm.

"Listen to the recording again."

Qian Jiangyue clicked on a new recording again.

After a short electric sound, the human voice appeared.

"Do it again, I feel it again." A man's voice came.

"Need more money." The female voice appeared, drowsy.

"Isn't it a night?"

"A package night is a package night, not all night..."

"Well, give me a half-fold, okay?"

"Well, yes, come on."

Then, the "Papa Papa" impact sounded.

Qian Jiangyue frowned slightly and began to drag the progress bar.

A few minutes later, except for the snoring, the room became extremely quiet. Just as Qian Jiangyue was about to drag the progress bar again, the crisp sound of the ping pong ball sounded in the room, which was particularly noticeable.

"Oh, who plays table tennis in the middle of the night! Do you want people to sleep." The female voice was a little impatient.

The sound of ping pong is not over, but is getting louder and louder.

"Hey, wake up, how do I feel that something is in the room?"

"Ah? What? Why? You want it too? I really can't do it, next time."

"Hey! Don't sleep, you can't hear such a loud voice?"

"No sound? You have the loudest voice... Oh, you made me funny on a whim, right? I didn't expect you to be so hungry and thirsty?"

"I didn't kid you!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Don't say this, I'll just ask you, do you hear the sound of basketball?"

"Uh, uh, uh."

"Tsk, is it interesting? I have said so clearly, are you still teasing me? Where is the sound of basketball? It is the sound of table tennis! Someone is playing table tennis, right here."

"Damn, it's interesting, I am a big man who was scared by you. I didn't expect you to tell ghost stories. I can't tell! What's wrong with you?"

The female voice did not answer, and the voice of the ping pong ball grew louder and louder.

"Hey, talk, what are you doing staring at me? Ah! Why are you so cold? Hey! Grass, there really is the sound of table tennis."

"Boom, boom, boom~lightnovelpub.net~ footsteps sounded.

"Why can't the door open, damn, why at this time--" The male voice stopped abruptly.

The sound of ping pong **** gradually decreases, and then disappears completely.

Qian Jiangyue took off the headphones, rubbed his ears, and then looked at the landlord's notes.

"On May 23, 2011, at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Xinman was awakened by the sound of table tennis. She asked Chen Ge, an enthusiastic man in the bed, but the other party said that he did not hear. Later, Chen Ge found out that Wang Xinman Xinman's body was cold. Afterwards, Chen Ge heard the sound of table tennis, so he ran away, but found that the door could not be opened, and then died."

"I went to check the next morning and found that Chen Ge was dead at the door, stiff, still holding the doorknob. Wang Xinman died on the bed with wide-eyed eyes."

"Similarly, the death of the two of them did not cause any discussion, and no one doubted it."

"It's time to rent."

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