Now she is facing three problems.

First of all, is it because the power has been off for a long time that the lights in this room have been turned on because they know this information, or because they are vaguely aware of the so-called "them"? Second, could this "they" be the same people who have been watching this place for a long time, and if so, why use the word "it" instead of referring to "she" or "he" of people?

Finally, who is the person who has been messaging him. How did that person seem to know every step she was going to take in advance and send the message on time, is that person also one of "them"?

She held the communicator in silence until the display screen automatically locked, the only source of light dimmed, and the room was dark again.

I could only hear my own breathing and the still chattering knock of the young man outside the door.

She didn't have time to go out and tell him to stop knocking, and in a few minutes the young man was sanctioned. She listened to the constant noise outside the door, and quietly walked over to look out against the cat's eye on the door, and saw that the noisy woman with curly hair and a strange-looking man at the door should be the husband who was kept in the dark.

The curly-haired woman frowned, scolding the young man for being too loud and disturbing the people, while pushing the man and motioning for him to say a few words as well. And men seem to be born not good at words, and they didn't say a reason for a long time, and they were glared at several times by women who hated iron.

The young man was originally not to be outdone and fought back one by one, but after hearing the curly-haired woman threatening to call the police, he instantly calmed down, closed his mouth and shrunk his shoulders as if admitted.

Also, he's not really afraid of the police, he's just because he doesn't want to make things bigger. If the curly-haired woman really called the police, then the people on the upper floors would inevitably be alarmed, and the young man said that he would rather sleep in the corridor than "can't go back", presumably there must be a reason.

She watched quietly in the cat's eye and never opened the door.

"Okay, I'll shut up, I'll not move."

The young man raised his hand in compromise with his back to the door of her room.

The young man instantly confessed, he seemed to pause on the spot to sort out his thoughts, and when he spoke again, he brought a bit of bending and stretching. The man on the other side of the door also had the mentality that more is better than less, and only the curly-haired woman was still threatening and abusing the three people present.

She looked at the cat's eye for a while, confirming that the three of them would be there for a while and a half, and kept repeating their own words, so she put it aside for the time being, and continued to tinker with the communicator in her hand to see if she could find any clues in it.

She suddenly looked up in the darkness.

Looking around, the room was densely packed with cautious monitors still working diligently. And the moment her eyes met in the air, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Ever since she first opened her eyes in this room in the morning, she seemed to have acquiesced to the fact that there were security cameras in her room, and thought there was nothing wrong with it, as if it were the most basic piece of furniture.

…… Isn't that so?

She felt a headache kick in. And she suddenly realized that something was wrong, not because of the "monitoring in the room" itself, but because since someone can get their every move through these monitoring, then why set up monitoring equipment elsewhere to peep into the room?

Even those "them", as long as they want to, can't they directly "see" themselves by this?

She unconsciously clenched the communicator in her hand, the previous message about "don't turn on the lights" was still stuck on the interface of the open screen, and her fingers poked at some button somehow, and the next second, she suddenly saw the editing history of this message.

Edit history 1: Don't turn on the lights! Repeat, don't turn on the lights!

Editorial history 2: I'll make a long story short, but at this point, people who know about "them" naturally understand, and there are deep things involved behind them, so I can't say much about them. I can only say that this thing is the case, you can see the specifics, maybe you don't understand it very well, but that's what it means. Don't ask too much, the interests of this matter are too big, it's not good for you and me to talk too much, it's good to treat it as if you've never heard of it, the person who knows the details is almost dead, so I can only say that you understand everything, the key is that you don't know who understands it, you don't even know that you don't understand, some people don't understand certain things, and they think that others don't understand and pretend to understand......

Edit History 3: The Riddler Rolls Out of Gotham!!

Edit History 4: Long story short, pay attention to a few points to live to the next level. One is to pay attention to crows, and the other is not to turn on the lights. I'll take my time to understand the rest of the things, because I don't know either.

Edit history 5: Don't turn on the lights, "they" will see you.

She: "......"

The only light source in the room, the screen, flickered faintly, and her eyebrows twitched for a few moments, miraculously, the horror and discomfort of the unknown and dark eyes at first lessened a little.

What she cares more about is the sentence "live to the next level".

The next floor here refers to the next step in the progress of the case below the floor, or ...... Life below?

Someone knocked on the door outside the hallway behind it.

She silently compiled all the few clues she had known so far, and slowly stood up to get closer to the cat's eye. But then again, since the young man named Fu Huai'an outside the door clashed with the curly-haired woman again, it seems that he hasn't heard any movement for a while.

She leaned forward and leaned closer to the cat's eye.

“！”

At that moment, the whites of the young man's bloodshot eyes were close at hand, almost directly opposite her through a layer of cat's eyes! She subconsciously took a step back, and heard the next second like a raging storm slamming the door, and the young man's entire lower body twisted abnormally and fell to the ground.

The curly-haired woman looked as usual, and she even had a dry towel draped over her shoulders, looking like she had just taken a bath. If it weren't for the bright red on her knuckles, no one would have thought that the mutilation of youth had anything to do with her.

And the man was standing in the corner in the background at the moment, watching from afar, and he couldn't see the expression on his face under the shadow.

As if sensing the gaze, the woman looked up. The pair of extremely treacherous eyes met her in the cat's eyes, and the next second, the young man who was paralyzed on the ground once again raised his hand and knocked on the door, the dazzling blood red rubbed on the door panel, he opened his mouth, and the faint mouth repeated the words "save me".

Somehow, seeing this scene, a few words suddenly came to her mind.

- Here's your chance.

And almost instantly, the curly-haired woman smiled and stretched out her dagger, and broke another tendon of the youth. The young man on the ground let out a scream like killing a pig, and the woman's movements were obviously aimed at him, but her eyes were looking at her through the cat's eyes.

She felt an extremely dangerous sense of crisis in the curly-haired woman.

Run.

The subconscious voice continued. Now is a good opportunity to run away while the woman kills the youth, not only to have a chance to escape, but also to get rid of the youth by her hand.

She didn't ask herself why she needed to get rid of the youth, and since she had inexplicably woken up that morning, many things had been engraved in her mind as if she had subconsciously acquiesced. For example, she is not surprised by the ubiquity of surveillance cameras, why an ordinary resident of her own needs to work so desperately to live, or why she wants to kill young people at this moment.

It was like an instinct in her body.

She began to doubt this instinct.

A sticky cramping sound sounded through a layer of door panels, and even a cat's eye could easily imagine what it would be like to go out of the door from the creepy movements and inhuman screams, even with a limited range of vision.

Her hand is on the handle, and as long as she presses it, it is possible that the young man will be rescued, or the two of them may both fall to the ground and be sent back to their happy hometown.

Judgment is only in a thought.

"Open the door, police."

Her pupils constricted, and her eyes stared at the cat's eye without blinking. When he saw a few figures striding in the corridor outside the door, a force of gravity pressed down on his wrist, the squeak of the door opening echoed, and the figure in front of him dispersed, leaving only the pale and cold hideous face of the woman.

The fur grinned, and stretched out his arms to slash at her.

Obviously, the tip of the strangely shaped knife did not touch, and her neck hurt, as if the wound with blood scabs had cracked and bled again.

I didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously rolled to the right to dodge. In the gap, she glanced and found that the man in the corner had long since disappeared, and the police were also fake, and only the hideous and cold face of the woman was left in the empty corridor.

Maybe it doesn't have to be a dead end.

She clenched her fists and nails into the flesh, and the brief pain made her brain sober a little more, and her eyes were fixed on the bloody bayonet, and then she rolled violently to her feet!

The next second, I tripped over something under my feet, my knees went limp, and I stumbled and fell to the side.

Youth: "...... I'm sorry...... I'm still lying here. ”

Her: "Climb! ”

The blood thorn was wrapped in the strong wind and the woman's stiff and hideous face approached in front of her, her pupils constricted, and for a moment she desperately hoped that her true identity was actually a hidden master, and at the moment of crisis, she stimulated the awakening of her body's potential in time to give this woman a blow.

But no, she was just an ordinary 55th-story resident in a jungle building.

She is just one of the birds in this trial.

She's just the one with the fly mask on her head.

She's just ......

No, the "fly" is not her.

The fly is always looking at everyone, and the fly can be any unknown identity, and although she is wearing a fly mask, it does not necessarily mean that she is a fly. And the crows ...... The crow dominates every death.

- "Who will be the pastor?" ”

- "It's me, said the crow. With my little notebook, I'll be a pastor for robin. ”

The curly-haired woman is a crow.

She threw her head back sharply, turning and rolling at the point of the blood thorn. The sudden opening of the mouth did not completely transform her into a master of turning the tide of battle, but only provided a solution to another way of thinking.

"Be careful."

The young man named Fu Huai'an's lower body was soaked in a pool of blood, and when he saw this, he was very disabled and trembled and said. She didn't even have time to pay attention to the young man now, and she couldn't dodge it when she was forced to an angle, so she could only tilt her head and take the woman's blow.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the bloody stab stabbed into the left side of the neck almost exactly the same place.

The scabbed scar pierced, warm blood flowed out, and she could see the stiff, cold smile on the curly-haired woman's face.

The curly-haired woman withdrew the blow, and her cold and hard expression was a little like surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect that the almost nilly blow was only a small hole in the opponent's neck, and after turning the tip of the knife in his hand for half a circle, he saw the person who fell to the ground slightly embarrassed to get up with his bleeding neck in his hands, and when he faced it, there were cautions, worries and hesitations in his eyes, but there was no timidity.

The woman raised an eyebrow.

"You're just a piece of waste now." The woman paused, and the expression of the originally stiff and white paper man was finally fresher because of the action. "If it's the first day, you might still have the ability to play with me. But now, with such a you, what qualifications do you have? ”

She clutched her bleeding neck with one hand, and there was a hint of irritability in her tone.

"I'm not qualified, and I don't know why there are so many neuropaths in this broken building. So now what do you mean by telling me this, if you want to kill, do it quickly, or just tell me the whole thing, and don't keep learning from the Riddler. ”

"I don't have to kill you."

The blood thorns danced a few times flexibly between the curly-haired woman's fingers, "Fu Huai'an has already died for you, so you are lucky enough to go to the next layer." ”

Her eyebrows twitched for a moment, and she subconsciously lowered her head to look at the young man lying in a pool of blood. The latter was struggling to pant there with his mouth wide open, and when he heard this, he was also very surprised to raise his eyes to look at the woman, and subconsciously wanted to twist his broken body and assume a defensive posture.

In fact, the woman's words just now are not unreasonable.

She has nothing now, and even to herself, she is completely alien and strange.

But there was one thing that she had taken to heart from the very beginning.

Fu Huaian can't die, at least for now, he can't die.

Because in fact, it wasn't just the curly-haired woman to her, it was strange to everyone in the building, anyone who had ever been there.

She had always wondered why everyone she met from beginning to end, even herself, had no names. People don't use their names when they talk to each other, they just use pronouns like "she, he, he, it" or "that person" frequently.

And the person "Fu Huai'an" is the only name that has appeared in the real sense from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning to this moment.