At three o'clock in the middle of the night, there was silence at this time, and everything was silent.

The stars are hidden, the moon is gray, and the night sky is a deep black.

Only the neon lights of Tokyo are still bright, and the night is rendered in a colorful way.

Da...

Da Da...

In the corridor of the twentieth floor of the Minghu Apartment, the sound of the crossing came from the road. In this quiet night, the sound is especially loud.

As the sound of the ferry steps sounded, the corridor lit up with bright lights, reflecting the two people in front of and behind.

Walking in front was Mr. Matsuuchi, who was wearing a black jacket.

Even if there was no one in front of him, he maintained a humble smile on his face, as if he wanted to greet someone at any time.

In his hand, he also holds a pot for washing rice.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who followed behind was naturally Shinji Kamihara, who had been following.

Watching Mr. Matsuuchi open the door back to his home, he also opened his own door and entered the room.

He has been following Mr. Matsuuchi since yesterday afternoon.

Back at home, Shinji Kamihara recorded the message he had just received.

At this time, the paper in his hand had already recorded several pieces of information.

At about six o'clock last night, he found an important piece of information.

That is, Mr. Nakano, who lives upstairs with the number 2102, was directly skipped by Mr. Matsuuchi.

Yes, skip it directly.

After borrowing the pot from Mr. 2101 Ishikawa's house, I returned it. The next one to borrow is Mr. Kotachi, who is 2103.

Mr. Nakano of 2102 is not in the scope of Mr. Matsuuchi's forced borrowing.

As for why, Shinji Kamihara has already guessed.

When Mr. Matsuuchi went to Mr. Nakano's house with a gift, Mr. Nakano was in a hurry to catch up with the manuscript. So I didn't have a good face for Mr. Matsunai's arrival.

In addition, Mr. Matsuuchi's three doors last time, Mr. Nakano was about to go berserk. In that case, Mr. Nakano was disgusted with Mr. Matsuuchi, how could he accept the gift.

So...

Mr. Nakano was lucky enough to escape? Avoided death?

Although he guessed this in his heart, and even Shinji Kamihara thought it was so, he still wrote the word 'suspicious' on the paper.

As for the second message.

That is, every neighbor who received the gift was very familiar with Mr. Matsuuchi.

This is a guess from the disgust expressed by Mr. Nakano's words for Mr. Matsuuchi when he opened the door to get takeout.

The other party did not receive gifts, so he remained a normal person.

And those who receive gifts will basically not refuse Mr. Matsuuchi's request to borrow something.

But...

Shinji Kamihara recalls the day Mr. Matsuuchi moved in. When he came home, he also heard some wives downstairs dissing each other.

But now, no one speaks ill of Mr. Matsuuchi.

He guessed that it was possible that Mr. Matsuuchi became more familiar with his neighbors every time he borrowed something.

Of course, I am an exception.

His mind was always clear, and when Mr. Matsunai came to borrow something, he sometimes didn't want to borrow it.

The reason for borrowing is because he considers the relationship between neighbors, otherwise he would not have been able to lend something to the other party at all.

He guessed that it might be because of his spiritual power to keep himself awake.

And even if he refuses, Mr. Matsuuchi can still borrow it.

The most important thing is that it doesn't matter what time Mr. Matsuuchi knocked on the door, or even just now, that is, after three o'clock in the middle of the night. Mr. Matsuuchi still went out to borrow a pot for washing rice as usual.

The person who opened the door was obviously sleepy-eyed.

But as soon as I saw Mr. Matsunai, I greeted him with a smile and a smile, and there was no patience or anger between my eyebrows.

The neighbors were very kind to Mr. Matsuuchi. Friendly, a little abnormal and weird.

Along the way, Mr. Matsuuchi didn't know how many pots he had borrowed.

In other words, after receiving the gift, you are already in the other party's killing rules. Refuse gifts, and there is a high probability of avoiding death.

Shinji Kamihara put the pen down, he hesitated for a moment, got up and went out directly, and came to Mr. Matsuuchi's door.

Before, he followed the other party into the room, but as soon as he entered the door, he apparently triggered some kind of rule and was killed once.

And now, the reason why he came. Naturally, I want to test it, the conjecture in my heart.

Shinji Kamihara exhaled, and without hesitation, he pressed Mr. Matsuuchi's doorbell.

Almost as soon as the doorbell rang, Mr. Matsuuchi's voice came from behind the door, "Who?" ”

"Matsunachi-san, it's me."

Every time Mr. Matsuuchi rang the doorbell and was asked who it was, Mr. Matsuuchi would reply.

Shinji Kamihara felt that maybe this was some kind of ritual.

The next moment, the door opened.

Seeing Shinji Kamihara, Mr. Matsuuchi smiled humbly, "It's Kamihara-san, what's the matter?" ”

Shinji Kamihara groaned for a moment, he stared at Mr. Matsuuchi, and hesitated to speak, "I want to come into your house and have a look, can I?" ”

"Yes."

Hearing this answer, Shinji Kamihara breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought that he could only borrow something.

When Shinji Kamihara stepped into Mr. Matsuuchi's room, his body tensed, and his eyes were fixed on Mr. Matsuuchi in front of him.

This time, Mr. Matsuuchi did not turn to look at him abruptly, and he entered the room unharmed.

Seeing this, Shinji Kamihara completely relaxed.

When he came in, Mr. Matsuuchi didn't turn on the lights either. The whole house was pitch black, but Shinji Kamihara didn't need to turn on the lights to see his surroundings clearly.

He began to look and found that Mr. Matsuuchi's rented house was similar to his house.

And when he came to the living room from the entrance, he glanced at it, and his pupils shrank.

Gift box.

Under the walls of the living room, there are a large number of gift boxes.

The style is exactly the same as the one that Mr. Matsuuchi sent out before.

Shinji Kamihara came to the side of the gift box, counted it carefully, and found a total of one hundred and seventy-six gift boxes.

Frowning slightly, why one hundred and seventy-six? Not some other number?

At this time, he didn't know what these boxes represented.

Thinking about it, he reached out and just wanted to pick up the gift box, to see what was inside.

But at the thought of something, his hand paused.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he saw that Mr. Matsunai was less than five meters away from him, looking straight at him, with a humble smile on his face that had not changed for thousands of years.

Shinji Kamihara was taken aback.

The house was unlit and pitch black.

Coupled with Mr. Matsuuchi's intently staring at him, it looked terrifying.

Especially when I saw Mr. Matsuuchi's smile, I didn't know why a chill rose in my heart.

However, he quickly adjusted.

He's not dead, so it's safe now.

"Mr. Matsunai, I don't have a gift box to wrap gifts at home, can you lend me one?"

"Okay."

Mr. Matsuuchi nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

"Thank you." As he spoke, Shinji Kamihara picked up a gift box. Realizing that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed that if he touched or took something without saying hello just now, he would probably die.

Then he felt the gift box in his hand, which was very light. Apparently, there was nothing in it.

Next, Shinji Kamihara kept looking around the room. And Mr. Matsuuchi, who always followed him, was like an overseer.

Or rather... He's waiting for Shinji Kamihara to do something.

"Kamihara-san, I'm going to Mr. Gao Yan's house to return the pot."

I don't know how long it has been, Mr. Matsuuchi, who was following Shinji Kamihara, suddenly spoke.

Is this an eviction order?

Do you want to stay here?

Shinji Kamihara thought for a while, but finally didn't stay.

If Mr. Matsuuchi goes out and he stays, there is a high probability that he will die. And even if you stay, you won't find anything.

He'd just walked through the whole house, and everything was fine except for the strange gift box in the living room.

Thinking about it, Shinji Kamihara nodded, "Then I won't bother." ”

Soon, he and Mr. Matsuuchi went out.

Looking at Mr. Matsuuchi, who entered the elevator under the illumination of the light, this time he did not follow.

Carrying the gift box back to his home, placing the gift box on the coffee table in the living room, Shinji Kamihara looked at it carefully.

The gift box in front of me is very ordinary.

He thought for a moment, opened the gift box in his hand, and saw that it was empty.

After that, he looked at it with his soul, and even if he looked at it frame by frame, he didn't see anything.

Ordinary, nothing strange at all.

He took something from the drawer, packed it in a gift box, and nothing strange happened.

Shinji Kamihara frowned.

Then he remembered something.

He came to the study and picked up an identical gift box from the corner, and there was a sense of heaviness in his hand.

He hasn't opened it since Mr. Matsuuchi sent it.

Put this gift box on the coffee table, the two boxes are contrasted, and the color and size are exactly the same.

He carefully opened the gift box he had taken out of his study.

When completely disassembled, Shinji Kamihara was stunned.

In front of him was a small brass clock.

In an instant, Shinji Kamihara's eyes went dark and he fell directly on the sofa.

He, again, died.