I don't know what other people will do when they encounter this situation, but I ...... I must find the ghost first!

As the fog spread, the stench grew stronger, and I had a guess in my mind while covering my mouth and nose. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the eyes lose their direction, they use their nose and ears, and if even the nose and ears are blinded, then they can only be torn open violently!

I used a spell to blow the fog away, but I blew it away from this side, and the fog rose up again.

It's not going to go on and on.

As the fog was blown away again, I managed to find something abrupt hidden in the mist.

A fireball was thrown, and the thing screamed, quickly manifesting itself.

It was a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, full of fat, and pants, who was holding a big hammer and was working hard...... Hit the wall.

I thought I was hallucinating and rubbed my eyes, but the picture in front of me remained the same.

Is this called ghost hitting the wall?

I couldn't laugh or cry, and what made me even more uncomfortable was that there was a white mist spewing out of the man's buttocks!

So everything just now was caused by that person's fart!

"Sir, this world is terrible!"

I got 10,000 damage to my eyes.

I threw myself into the arms of the gentleman who was standing next to me, staring at his face vigorously, trying to wash my eyes with his peerless beauty.

"Fool, it took so long for a trick to break!"

“……”

If I had known I was trapped by a person's fart, I would have used the fastest means to break this ghost wall!

I didn't want to see that so-called ghost hit the wall anymore, so I quickly hugged my husband and dodged into the policeman's house.

My husband took me straight into the bedroom, but we didn't find anyone in bed.

Where did the people go?

I wanted to turn on the light, the switch was pressed, but the light didn't come on.

"Bell, bell, bell," there was a sound of wooden planks vibrating, and I turned to find a wooden wardrobe standing behind me.

I didn't hesitate to pull the closet open, it was empty, there was nothing.

I was about to call Mr. when I felt something blowing on my neck.

I knew that my husband was in this room, but my hairs stood on end all at once.

I quickly turned around.

"Sir, it's you, it's a little scary for you to stand behind me like this."

The gentleman didn't speak, just looked at me directly. I'm a little confused, is there something strange on my face? Or did I do something weird?

"Sir, that policeman isn't here, or we'll ...... today"

"Go home first" I didn't say it, and I didn't feel like I should have said those words. I tried to pull Mr.'s hand, but before I could touch him, my hand unconsciously retracted.

Mr. has a habit of cleanliness, my hand touched someone else's closet, and I can't pull Mr. anymore. I told myself.

Somehow, a cold sweat broke out on my back.

I don't know if it's due to the light, but Mr.'s face looks unusually pale in the dark.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Hmm."

"Hey, sir, I think this cop might be in another room. Now that I have a clue, I'll ask my husband to sit here and rest, and I'll go to another room and have a look. ”

"Hmm."

This house is very narrow, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and the layout is no different from that of ordinary people, but it is more tidy than ordinary people's homes, I think this has something to do with his profession.

The only fly in the ointment was that there was a bucket in the bathroom, and the water in the bucket was emitting a bad smell.

I quickly searched all the rooms, but found no clues.

Through the window, I saw some fog rising outside the window. It's all foggy, is it late?

"Tick, tick—" The kitchen faucet was still dripping.

Due to the water pressure, it is quite common for the faucet to drip water, so I tightened it with my hand, but the sound of water dripping did not stop.

Where is the water still leaking? Is it a bathroom?

Hey? When did the cupboard open?

I bent down to close it, only to feel a sticky liquid fall on my neck. When I looked up, the cupboard above was also open, and liquid was dripping down the crack in the open door.

Red, sticky, it falls on the floor and melts into a large puddle of water.

I was about to take a closer look, when Mr.'s words came out of the bedroom: "Qin Yiren, come here!" ”

The gentleman's voice was a little anxious, maybe he had found some clues, and I didn't care about this, so I hurried to the gentleman's place.

"What did you find, sir?"

"Listen, the clock is striking twelve."

"Is it already so late? I remember it was only eight o'clock when we came out. I've been delaying for too long, and I have class tomorrow. ”

If you delay class because of these things, the gains outweigh the losses. It's just that I didn't expect that the bell of the Bell and Drum Tower would come from so far away.

"Well, go back."

"Wait, sir. What is this? ”

I picked up a photo on the bedside table, it was a one-inch bareheaded photo, I didn't expect someone to take a black and white photo now, and put it on the head of the bed.

It's not good to move other people's things at will, I put the photo back in place after reading it, but I didn't expect that as soon as I put the photo down, a centipede swam out of nowhere and swam to the photo at once, covering the portrait on the photo.

As early as when I entered the house, I tried to turn on the lights in the room, but after trying all the switches, none of the lights came on.

In the dark, my gaze involuntarily fell on the photo, and I could vaguely see the person in the photo smiling, eyebrows curved, and the corners of the mouth raised.

The person in the photo was the policeman, but he wasn't smiling until I put the photo down.

My mind froze for a moment, and I subconsciously wanted to call Mr., but the words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say anything.

I felt like my mind was dizzy, my body was a little stiff, and my heart was pounding, beating faster and faster.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and squeezed my sweaty hand. For a moment, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to do.

I don't know how long this state lasted, until my mind was a little dizzy.

"Qin Yiren, do you want to go home?"

"Well, back ......"

I tried my best to hold back the "home" that was about to blurt out, calmed my beating heart, and took a few deep breaths.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Go home, what about you?"

"Sir, take this."

An arm's length away, I handed a box to Mr., who didn't take it.

"What is this?"

"Your face, sir."

Partridge said

Meng Yue: Woo woo, it's terrible, writing this chapter at night, will you have nightmares! Ask for a ticket for comfort, ask for a ticket as a quilt!

Yiren: If you don't die, you won't die!