Chapter 116 115.Intruder

"Thief?"

  Lu Zan walked to the door in no hurry.

  Instead, he called He Youwu to report to the police.

  It was night now. If the other party had any weapons, Lu Jie felt that as an ordinary citizen, it would be difficult to contend with it.

   "What's the matter? Didn't you go to collect the materials?"

  He Youwu's somewhat impatient voice sounded, as if it was not his time on duty.

   "I have finished collecting the materials, I found a penny on the side of the road."

  Lu Yi replied smoothly.

  "?"

  He Youwu seriously thought whether Lu Zie was teasing him.

   "Also, there may be a thief invading my house, now I am at the door."

"Thief?"

  He Youwu's somewhat irritable mood suddenly tightened.

  In addition to the computer that can’t mine, what valuable things are there in this family? To steal is not to steal his house!

  This is probably not a thief, but

   "Serial murderer?"

  He Youwu warned, and hurriedly said to Lu Zie.

  "Don’t act rashly. The other party may be very dangerous. We will send someone immediately. If he leaves, don’t stop him, just remember the characteristics."

"I understand."

  Lu Zan responded, hung up, and glanced at the dim figure beside him.

  "You are watching here, I will walk from the other side."

  He then came to the safe passage.

  The windows here open to the outside, Lu Zie thought about it, and climbed out directly.

  The thirteenth floor was quite high, but he was agile, and soon walked along the wall to outside the window of his house.

  Lu Zie was thankful that he didn't have the habit of locking the windows. He opened the window in the living room and Lu Zie turned over and walked into the house.

  There was no one in the room, unlike the appearance of someone coming in.

  He stepped lightly and looked around.

  "The bathroom? Or the bedroom?"

  Lu Jie guessed where the other party might be hiding. After thinking for a while, Lu Jie walked towards the bathroom.

  Fifteen minutes ago.

  He came to a downstairs in the community.

   "This is it."

  He murmured to himself.

  This is the residence of his goal this time.

   Honestly, he didn’t like this kind of expansion.

  For him, killing is not a means, but an end.

  After awakening such a hobby many years ago, he regarded killing as a hobby of watching movies and playing games.

  When you become addicted, you will keep killing people, just like you can’t stop playing a game.

  But he doesn't like what he is doing now.

  Because he wants to kill now, not because he wants to kill, but because he has to kill this person.

  This person has seen his face and connected himself with the previous cases.

  His many years of hiding were exposed, and his anger made him have to kill the man.

  I heard that this person is still an internet celebrity, but it’s a pity.

  He checked his gloves and the knives in his pocket. These are all his partners.

  Of course, he knew very well that the police might use this man as a bait and trap to catch him, but he couldn't restrain his anger. If he couldn't kill the man immediately, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

  It went well, he unlocked the door and entered the house.

  He observed the man’s work and rest patterns for a long time, and knew that this man had just left home for dinner and would not be back for a short time.

  He was about to hide in the closet, and when the man was caught off guard, he would kill him, disassemble, arrange and display him, just like those who died under his own hands before.

  After seeing that many years ago, he felt that the past twenty years of his life had been wasted.

  Obviously, the more real world is so within reach, but I still sink into the hypocritical interpersonal relationship, which is too wasteful!

  He closed the door as if it had never been opened before, walking lightly through the living room and toward the bedroom.

  哐dang——

  Suddenly, when he passed the bathroom, there was a noise from there.

  He immediately became alert and took out the folding knife in his pocket.

   "Is there anyone else?"

  He remembered that sometimes there is a woman next to this man who lives in the same community and looks like a couple. Is that woman at home now?

  He looks at the bathroom.

  On the ground, a bottle of shampoo was still shaking slightly, as if it had just fallen off the shelf.

  He stood at the door to confirm that there was no one else in the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

  There is indeed no one else.

   "The wind blows?"

  He walked into the bathroom, bent over, ready to pick up the bottle of shampoo.

  At this moment, he suddenly saw that next to the shampoo, in the bathroom floor drain, an eye was staring at him.

   噔——

  The heartbeat missed half a beat, he blinked, and the eyeball seemed to disappear again.

  He took a closer look towards the drain, only to find some wet women's hair nearby.

  "Is it an illusion?"

  He put the shampoo back on the shelf, turned his head and prepared to leave.

  But when he turned his head, he saw that there seemed to be something more in the bathroom mirror.

  He stopped.

  Slowly, slowly, turning to look in the mirror.

  I was reflecting in the mirror, exactly the same.

  He breathed a sigh of relief.

  In the mirror, he grinned, showing a sullen smile.

  "!!!"

  He stepped back and rubbed his eyes.

  He is still in the mirror, his actions are exactly the same, where is the smile.

   "Evil Door."

  He murmured, walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom.

  The bedroom is half covered with curtains, and the light from the opposite floor shines on, which is still bright.

  He opened the closet door, glanced at it, and hurried in.

  Closed the door, he felt himself in the dark.

  At this time, he had some hindsight.

   "When I closed the door just now, was there something in the closet?"

  He felt his heart beating a little faster.

  He has never believed in ghosts and spirits.

  If there is really a ghost, then those who were killed by themselves will not come to avenge them soon?

  I am fine now, that means there are no ghosts in this world.

  He explained himself.

  Next, I saw that in the closet, close to my face, there was a pair of eyes looking at him.

  The eyes were a bit yellowish, and the whites of the eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which looked terrifying.

  "!!!"

  Subconsciously, he directly pushed open the cabinet door, stumbled out, and fell to the ground.

   Looking back, there was nothing in the cabinet except clothes.

   "Is it an illusion?"

  He turned his head back, facing right under the bed.

  He saw that under the bed, there was a ridiculous doll, slowly raising his head in the deep shadow, revealing a weird smile, and his eyes full of resentment and trembling.

   "Fuck!"

   couldn't help but cursed an swear word, he immediately got up, and wanted to leave the bedroom.

  But a hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the bed and grabbed his trouser leg.

   "Evil door! Evil door! Evil door!"

  He cursed a few words, shaking his hand away, hurriedly ran to the door.

  This house is really evil! ! !

  He decided to abandon this murder plan and wanted to leave this haunted house immediately.

  Just as he unscrewed the doorknob, before he could push the door, he felt that his shoulder was being held down by something.

  Subconsciously turning his head back, when he saw the thing, the sound got stuck in his throat, and before it came out, he was dragged back by some kind of force.

  Leave only a hidden door, waiting for his master.

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