Flashlight, knife (I didn't buy a knife, I bought a kitchen knife to kill pigs), rope, voice recorder, miniature camera.

Lynch really can't remember what else he needs to buy, he has watched a lot of criminal investigation dramas before. It's a pity that the protagonists in it are awesome one by one, and they can't wait to wear pants to get out.

sighed and resigned himself to fate.

After feeling that everything was packed up, I took out my mobile phone, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, a few hours before the agreed time, and I didn't know whether the road in front of me was life or dark death.

After all, the system said that like him, there are still tens of thousands of people in the sphere Huaxia.

......

There was nothing to say all the way, and it was eleven o'clock at night in a blink of an eye.

Lynch had already arrived, and had been hiding in a park grass that had been stretching along the dirt road of Apartment 38, just in time to see the whole picture of Apartment 38, which looked better during the day, but the black marks that had been vaguely burned by the fire spread on the wall like paint, but at night, it looked like a demon lying on his stomach with a bloody mouth open, hungry for a long time, waiting for the prey to throw himself into the net.

And because it is an autumn night, the animals are silent early, and it is very quiet. The moon is on vacation today, and the whole sky is very depressing, and the people living below the pressure can't breathe.

The wind has been blowing endlessly since the beginning of the night, and the ears are full of rustling sounds, because there is no moon, and the visibility is becoming more and more blurred with time, and only a silhouette can be vaguely seen, Lynch wrapped his newly bought black trench coat, thinking about his situation and smiling bitterly.

Fear rises from the depths of the heart, and people's sense of danger has always been the most sensitive and direct among animals, and Lynch, who does not feel the slightest warmth even when he is wrapped in a trench coat, is the best example.

The chill penetrates the bone marrow and soaks into the bloodstream, and only a heart that is not too strong, under the protection of the system pump, still retains a trace of warmth.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold.

Lynch didn't know where to take a sentence, habitually stepped on an unlit cigarette in his mouth, got up slowly, and walked unhurriedly towards the apartment.

The closer I got, the more chill I felt, the tighter my heart became, and even the wind in my ears sharpened.

Ding dong-

System Pumps: Thirty percent of the hazard warnings.

Ding dong-

Fifty percent

......

The system pump warns of the danger three times in a row.

The degree of death has risen from 30 per cent to 80 per cent.

He has no choice, if he can't complete the task, he will die, and if he goes in, he will die, and he has to choose a heroic death, and he may not be able to survive.

......

In front of the door of apartment 38 was a large embroidered iron door, which was haunted by a new lock, and Lynch took out a vice from his backpack and easily broke the lock.

The door creaked open as Lynch pushed it open, and it was very abrupt all around the empty place, and what greeted me was a hallway full of scorch marks and black unknown charred objects.

Lynch turned on the flashlight and shone it over, there were two houses on the first floor, which were opposites, and the wooden security doors of the two houses had long been swept away by the fire, leaving only the black handle still lingering on the ground, Lynch stepped into the corridor, the flashlight hit it, perhaps because the police came, leaving a pair of black footprints on the ground.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a "click", which was the sound of the residents on the left, and Lynch answered, and the flashlight followed, only to see a mouse in the hall gnawing on a piece of charred meat on the ground that he didn't know where to go.

Lynch secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go back, only to feel that his legs began to weaken, and his eyes began to dizzy.

The sound was the whispered voice of the mother and daughter.

Mom, when is Daddy coming back?

The daughter is good, and the father went to the third floor to find the grandfather.

When the results came out, Dad came back.

And when the conversation changed, I only heard a burst of desperate roars pouring into Lynch's ears, it was the ** sound of despair before her daughter was wrapped in a raging fire, and it was the sound of her mother who had already been burned into a charred body.

Lynch was in good spirits not to be disturbed by the sound, and the flashlight had long been thrown somewhere, and he walked out of the room step by step by holding on to the wall with his intuition.

Back in the hallway, I listened to it again, except for the "rustle" sound of the wind pouring in, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Calculating the time, it should have been delayed for half an hour, the resentment in this apartment is too heavy, and the load on his body is too great, if there is any movement in each room, I am afraid that my body will not be able to support it at all.

It seems that the only way to solve the answer is to go to the top floor to find the mysterious person, maybe, there is the answer I want.

With this in mind, he walked to the end of the corridor with his trembling legs......

Brother, don't you listen to my story anymore?

Just as Lynch was about to step on the steps, he heard the sound of a little girl crying behind him.

I don't listen.

Lynch stepped up the steps and said with fear.

Boy, let's have some of it? Delicious human flesh.

As soon as Lynch's words fell, a hoarse and slightly old voice sounded in the room on the right side of the back, like an old man, if Lynch looked back at this moment, he could see a girl holding a doll in the middle of the corridor, with blood in her eyes and an old man gnawing on charred flesh staring at his back.

Eaten.

Lynch was still as usual, even though he was very nervous, he didn't look back, stepped on the wind under his feet, and stepped briskly on the second floor.

The style of the second floor is the same as that of the first floor, with two households on the first floor, but the only difference is that Lynch almost sat on the ground in fright.

I saw that in the middle of the corridor on the second floor, two figures covered in blood were waiting for a long time, and when I saw Lynch coming up, they were grinning at him and letting out a penetrating laugh.

it!

Do you need to scare me like this?

Lynch cursed in his heart, and then said tremblingly towards the two figures.

There are debtors and debtors, two good men, I am here to help you. Don't you scare me?

Well?

The two bodies nodded at Lynch as if they understood Lynch's words, and one of them said hoarsely: This time you are more daring than last time, we are just here to see you, there is no malice.

After saying that, the two figures disappeared into the darkness with a weird smile.

Last time?

Lynch was puzzled, it should have been two weeks ago, but Lynch couldn't remember the memory at that time, it seemed that Wu Bufan's memory disappeared, and it should have something to do with these two figures.

But fortunately, they didn't have any ill will towards me, they just came out to scare me, and gradually Lynch became bolder, and he didn't have the feeling of being tense all the time before.

The third floor of the apartment was much quieter than expected, and it was dark and quiet by the faint light of the mobile phone, not as scary as before, as he had guessed, although the whole apartment was full of ghosts, but obviously there was no hostility towards Lynch.

After all, Lynch's purpose in coming was still good.

And just as Lynch breathed a sigh of relief for himself, he saw a blood-red figure suddenly appear in front of Lynch.

, it's you again. Lynch fixed his eyes and saw that it was Pan Yinlian, the female ghost who had chased and killed her before, still holding the illogical axe in her hand, floating in the middle of the corridor not far from him.

I let you escape last time, I think how did you escape this time?

Pan Yinlian said with anger in her eyes.

Then, before Lynch could speak, the axe in his hand flicked, and an axe with a cold glow was thrown towards Lynch.

Saying that it was too late, Lynch had already prepared, and a set of "elementary school student radio gymnastics" slid away step by step, only to hear the sound of "buzz", and the axe flew over his scalp, bringing up a trail of blood.

Lynch felt the pain, wiped it with his hand, and saw that his hand was bright red, if it was just a few centimeters short, it is estimated that he would be opened by the female ghost in red now.

Damn, Lynch scolded, took out a kitchen knife from his back, the tiger is not powerful, you and I are a sick cat, Lynch shouted, and rushed towards Pan Yinlian with a desperate posture.