"It's the basement bedroom, and there are five more on the second floor. There are fifteen rooms in total. ”

Lao Zhou reluctantly introduced. He led Zhao Leng through quickly, and took her directly to the main hall in the basement, the main hall is very large, but it is not like a living room at home, it has a bit of a meeting hall feeling, a long table that can seat fifteen people is placed in the center, and the streamlined golden tung-colored wood wafts with a fragrance of primeval wood.

"It tastes familiar." As soon as Zhao Leng arrived in the main hall, he didn't even look at the people around him, his fingers gently rubbed the tabletop, and the original fragrance of pure wood was left on his fingers. He is very familiar with this taste, it is the craft of the woodyard in the south of the city, and the wood source is still the unique copper coin cypress of Lincheng, although it is not precious, but it is unexpectedly stylish.

Lao Zhou couldn't help but change his opinion of Zhao Leng a little, but he didn't expect this young man to have research on this kind of furniture wood.

He took Zhao Lenglai and did not introduce or make a statement, but only took the trouble to say the polite words left by the owner. The clock had not yet struck midnight, and there were sixteen people in the hall, including himself. They sat or lay down, on the sofa, on the bench to taste wine tasting, greetings, lively and lively.

Zhao Leng came to the table. There was no meal on the table, only a few glass coffee tables full of melons and fruit snacks, he impatiently grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them up, looking very informal. With such an appearance, it is inevitable that more than a dozen people attending the meeting will be disdainful.

However, Zhao Leng didn't care about this, but Lao Zhou took the trouble to introduce the theme of this banquet according to the instructions of the owner of the annex.

"The boss has neglected all my friends in business over the years, and after going to sea to do business, I have only recently returned to China, especially when I returned to my hometown Lincheng, I think of my ......friends."

Lao Zhou was only halfway through his words, and he began to whisper. It's no wonder that Zhao Leng's eyes flickered left and right, and his ears moved sensitively, it seemed that the interesting things had just begun.

From a few words, it is not difficult to draw conclusions. It is still unclear who the owner of this annex is, but judging from his generous spending, he is indeed a big businessman, and it is not unusual for this kind of gathering to distribute invitations widely, but the inside of the invitation is actually delivered with a delicate style of platinum pins - although for these attendees, platinum pins are not of high value, but this sincerity is indeed amazing.

Platinum pins?

When Zhao Leng heard a woman say these words delicately, he couldn't help frowning. Even the invitations are designed to be so extravagant, and these people's "private meetings" are a little too high-end, and it is really unspeakably strange that such a high-level private meeting is set in such a place.

Lao Zhou was interrupted by everyone's discussions, his face was flushed, obviously holding back the fire in his stomach, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only nest in his stomach and continue to talk with a smile.

Just as the old man continued to chatter, he suddenly saw a figure stumbling to his feet, he tore off his suit, his face was pale, he stood up straight, pointed at the old man and shouted:

"You, what did you say?"

His astonished face caught everyone's attention.

Then a woman got up, as if just as surprised.

"Here, hey, don't you think this place looks familiar?"

Zhao Leng didn't say a word, and quietly watched everyone's faces become abnormal one by one.

With a bang, someone bumped into the cabinet at their feet—or touched the dark compartment in the corner. Zhao calmly stepped back and followed the corner, hearing his heart beating violently.

Suddenly. There was a "click", and Zhao Leng's ears were startled

Feel the familiar sound.

Gunshot? She was keenly aware of it, but soon regretted it. Zhao Leng reacted almost coldly, prostrate on the spot, the whole person shrunk into a ball, and then the roaring sound ran through her, and a huge repulsion force could almost lift the person away.

"They, what are they doing?" Someone started roaring.

Then, the body of a bloody figure trembled, and it wandered in place twice, the body of the upper body jagged apart, and the head spun several times in the air, spewing a few feet of blood high, and the bones spun to the ground.

As the man landed, the screams rang out.

But as the screams and roars subsided, the heavy, cool air around seemed to stand still.

It's like a space that exists for killing, surrounded by a quiet and sealed basement, and the weapons that can be seen at hand, as well as the restlessness and air condensed in the air, ignite the murderous aura like a booster.

"Call, call the police. What are we going to do. "Someone proposed.

"Police? Don't you see what this place is? The other person looked at the corpse in front of him, and after abandoning his fear, this composure and madness made Zhao Leng care even more.

"Could it be ......"

"That's right, this is a repeat of that farce half a year ago!" The man almost roared as he squeezed the words out of his alveoli, and then quickly drew a silver control spear with his hands and feet.

However, instead of roaring out of his tube, the gunshots were replaced by the man's stunned face. His hands were amputated by Qi Gen, and his palms were nailed to the wall, and only then did the gunfire erupt.

Lao Zhou had never seen such a formation, he panicked, and staggered back to his bedroom, but was grabbed by Huang Zixi's wrist.

"What the hell is going on!" Someone roared.

Lao Zhou's face changed as soon as he brushed the ground, he was originally strong, and now he was completely unconfident, and it was enough trouble for him to die, but he didn't expect this paradoxical atmosphere to spread.

"I don't know, I really don't know anything, I'm just listening to the owner." Lao Zhou, who was kicked to the ground by several people, hugged his head and cried, and then more people dispersed, not daring to contact anyone around.

Then, the light curtain dimmed, as if the script of everything began to push the gears. Crunch, crunch, the sound of the gears made a loud push, and everyone was drenched in a cold sweat by the sound.

They didn't know what was going on in the darkness, and they felt a deep fear of the sudden killing.

"Didn't you say you were going to call the owner? What about people? Someone shouted, "You old man! When will you fool us? ”

Lao Zhou let out a roar of grief, and immediately fell to his knees with a thud.

"Wronged." Lao Zhou cried and twisted his body, and the air around him diffused a murderous aura. Someone fumbled around the corner and found the guy.

"Sure enough!" One woman exclaimed, "Sure enough, there are weapons hidden here, exactly like then!" ”

The other seems to have had a good time.

In the depths of the darkness that Zhao Leng couldn't see, the sound of roaring and fear suddenly sounded, and then, gunshots, explosions, and gurgling blood were heard.

The voices mingled in the darkness.

It was as if you could catch a glimpse of the dark light—the dark red, murderer light.

One by one, the eyes are scattered

Glowing with a scarlet glow, it's a murderer.

This atmosphere will only get more and more hostile with time.

"There is no help, if you stop them now, you will only be treated as enemies, and they are deadly weapons in their hands."

As Zhao Leng said, any rational dissuasion had the opposite effect, and under the stimulation of the smell of blood and weapons, everyone turned into beasts.

Zhao Leng immediately made a decision, kicked down the vase in his hand, and found a revolver of the early twentieth century from inside.

She pushes the projectile and fires a shot into the air.

"If you want to live, protect yourself first. Any shooting will be considered a provocation to the city bureau! Any harm will be recorded! ”

"What's going on here, how can there be such a thing...... "Someone held his head and couldn't figure out the situation.

Apparently, others are already skilled in this battle.

Zhao Leng looked at them coldly and said, "What's even more interesting is that they seem to have known about it for a long time. ”

Zhao Leng's speculation was once again confirmed. The atmosphere in the main hall was strange, and at this time, the fear and killing that blended together escalated, and the solemn atmosphere of water generally spread throughout the annex.

Except for the middle-aged woman who didn't even have a missing body, plus the man who lost blood and became a fresh corpse, the remaining eight middle-aged people guarded the eight directions of the room, keeping a distance from each other.

His wrists were severed at the root, his body twisted in all directions, he lay down, his breath was drained from his body little by little, the pool of blood under his body spread around little by little, the carpet was covered with a dull red, and the bloody wound was blistering with blood, and a life a few minutes ago was finally out of breath as the blood gushed out.

When the other seven saw this, they saw that someone had already drawn their weapons from their side first, and they were even more afraid to slow down, some of them groping behind them, while others reprimanded the man for his actions.

"Lay down your arms, what do you want to do?" Someone asked.

However, the man with the ruler was still not satisfied, and he looked through the sofa and coffee table around him—and found some weapons from the ordinary furniture, vases, and paintings.

"Don't ask knowingly, you and I both know what's in this house and what's the use." The man gathered some more knives from his side and hid behind the sofa, his eyes half-rolled out, his arms trembling and clutching the weapon in his hand, as if this was the only thing that could calm him down.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they cannot be stopped. In such a desperate situation, with a weapon in his hand that can kill people at any time, in such a small space, if some quarrels or incidents occur, there is a limit to the human spirit after all.

But it doesn't matter if it's a curse or a murderous house. Lao Zhou and these middle-aged people seemed to know something about this annex. Zhao Leng was very interested in this, but at this moment, saving his life was more important.

Just when Zhao Leng was hesitating, this weird annex actually moved.

The dim candle flames drifted away, and the portraits hanging on the four walls were hideous colors, slightly different from when they first entered. Moved the painting?

Zhao Leng pondered the deep meaning of Lao Zhou's words repeatedly, and the wardrobe in the main hall shook. At first, Zhao Leng thought it was his own illusion, but after a while, the wardrobe fell to the ground, which seemed to be a signal.

Seeing that such a fight was almost imminent, the two young girls retreated to the deepest part of the corridor and leaned against the door. The two leaned together, not even daring to open their eyes.

However, with a bang, the last string also snapped.

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