Tiredness, numbness, and thinness were Chen Ge's first impressions of Wang Qi.

The two staggered, and Chen Ge returned the missing person notice he had just picked up from the ground to him, and the man whispered thank you.

It was the first time he had spoken, and his voice was hoarse, and he didn't hear it very clearly.

"You're welcome, it's just a trifle."

Chen Ge smiled in return and followed the lame man to the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor is more damp and dark, with cobwebs coiled in the corners and mottled walls that appear to have been scratched with a carving knife.

The lame man led Chen Ge to the end of the corridor before stopping, he opened the door of the room in the deepest part of the corridor, and took out a long set of keys from inside: "Fifty yuan for one night, you can choose the room on the second floor." ”

"Fifty is too expensive, isn't it?"

"I'm in an apartment a few kilometers around here, and it's not enough to charge you fifty." When a lame man speaks, his eyes always glance back, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he is looking at something.

"Okay, but why can you only choose a room on the second floor, and the first and third floors are not inhabited?"

"Why do you have so many questions? If you can't live, you can't live! The lame man took fifty yuan from Singer Chen and gave him a key casually: "The key has the house number on it, go find it yourself." ”

After he finished speaking, he went into the house, and the moment the door closed, Chen Ge heard an old man's whimpering sound coming from inside the house, as if he was stuck in his throat while eating.

Chen Ge faintly felt that something was wrong, and reached out to press the door lock: "Wait a minute." ”

"What's wrong again?" The lame man spoke in a bad tone, and he could be heard to be a little annoyed.

Chen Ge looked in along the crack in the door, the rental house was not large, in addition to the lame man standing at the door, there was also an old man in a wheelchair with his back to the door, and the voice just now came from his mouth.

"I'm a little thirsty, do you sell water and drinks?"

"Nope!"

"Harmony makes money, what are you doing with such a big fire......"

The door slammed and slammed shut, and Chen Ge felt more and more strange standing alone at the door.

"In a normal apartment building, the reception must be at the gate, but the reception of this apartment is hidden in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor." He looked at the key in his hand, and many doubts appeared in his heart: "Why can't the first and third floors be occupied?" And who is the old man who lives with the landlord? ”

The key has a number 208 on it, and as it happens, the room corresponding to the key is next door to the man at the foot of the slope.

"Forget it, let's move in first." After running for more than two hours, Chen Ge was also a little tired.

He opened the door, and a faint musty smell wafted out, the house should have not been inhabited for a long time, the furniture was covered with dust, the sheets were damp, and it was very uncomfortable to touch.

"Can this bed sleep people?" Before Chen Ge could put down his bag, he heard a crisp sound of "pop" from the next room, as if the rice bowl had been broken.

He closed the door and eavesdropped against the wall, where soon there was the sound of the lame man cursing, probably because he was too angry, and the lame man was insulting with a dialect or two, and his accent did not sound like a local.

The old man whimpered and couldn't speak, the lame man scolded for a few minutes before stopping, and then, more unusually, the volume of the TV next door suddenly became louder.

"What's going on? What's he doing? Why turn up the volume on your TV? Chen Ge continued to eavesdrop for a few more minutes, but because the TV volume was too loud, he didn't gain anything, so he had to give up: "Forget it, I'd better worry about my own affairs more, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." ”

Chen Ge threw his backpack on the dresser, took out the fruit knife from it and hid it in his pocket: "The complaint message on the second-hand housing website said that there were blood stains left behind the wall skin of the room, and there was always a foul smell every late at night, so I suspect that this place is a murderous house." But I searched the Internet for all the information related to Ping An Apartment, and I didn't find a single murder that happened in this apartment building. ”

To be selected by the black mobile phone as the venue for the trial mission, Ping An Apartment must have hidden an ulterior secret, which Chen Ge knows very well.

He hid the fruit knife and took out the multi-tool hammer, knocking and knocking, checking every corner of the room, but still found nothing.

It's a very ordinary room, and there's nothing unusual about it, except for the outrageously shabby.

"The landlord only asked me to pick a room on the second floor at first, indicating that there should be no problem with the room on the second floor, otherwise it would not be possible to rent it out. If you want to find something, you have to go to the first or third floor. The trial task started at eleven o'clock in the evening, and now there were still more than three hours before the mission began, Chen Ge didn't want to waste time, he put away the tool hammer and walked to the door lightly.

Holding the door lock in his hand, Chen Ge had just opened the door halfway when he suddenly stopped.

His palms were sweating, and the cool air was rising.

The lame man was standing right outside the door! I don't know how long I've been there!

The other party didn't expect Chen Ge to suddenly open the door, and the two of them were taken aback by a half-open door.

"Landlord, what are you doing running to my door?" Chen Ge's face was not good, and he felt more and more that there was something wrong with this landlord.

"Didn't you say you were thirsty? I'm here to bring you this. The lame man put the thermos in his hand in front of Chen Ge's door, his expression a little unnatural.

"Thank you." Chen Ge didn't break it, and took the opportunity to carry the thermos into the house: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, let's rest early." The lame man glanced into the room and added, as if talking to himself, "There are no lights in the corridor, it's dark at night, and you'd better not run around." ”

He turned around and left, waiting for him to return to his room and close the door, before Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

"This landlord is ugly, short-tempered, and not good at talking, although he has a little disability, but he has a strong physique, and can easily push down the middle-aged man just now." Chen Ge didn't know how to reason, he just started to make up his brain based on the murder movies he had watched before: "Born lame, he was bullied since he was a child, which caused him to have extreme inferiority complex in his heart, and when this emotion reaches a certain level, it will distort and explode to produce thoughts of destroying others and self-destruction." Damn, when you think about it, he seems to have all the character traits of a murderer! ”

Chen Ge put down the thermos, he was trying to think about a question: "If the landlord is really a murderer, then wouldn't I want to be a neighbor with the murderer for one night in the murderous mansion?" ”

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Ge felt that his scalp was numb, and that old pervert might even stand at the door of his room all night! What's even scary is that he's the landlord and he should have spare keys to all the rooms!