After everyone dispersed, Wei Flais relentlessly checked all the rooms on the first and second floors.

The empty rooms were nothing but dust kicked up by his intrusion.

This result was completely unexpected, since Qiu Tianhou's suspicion had been ruled out, there was no possibility for those present to commit the crime

So, who exactly is this person? How did he leave this building?

A bunch of them had checked it, and it was impossible for him to teleport and disappear into thin air in all the buildings where the exits were locked......

Disappearing into thin air?

Wei Flail walked up the stairs on the second and a half floors, the iron door that led to the rooftop hut on the third floor with a mysterious glow in the dim light. No one had been to this place before, so they naturally ignored this impassable rooftop.

He saw some traces left on the stairs, turned on his phone's flashlight, and through his peripheral vision, he saw the neat row of footprints on it. The footprints were exactly the same size as the dust footprints he had seen in the house.

There is no possibility that such a short memory could be wrong, which means that the last place where the ghost left the ghost stayed was actually this staircase, hiding in this place when their attention was focused on the empty room?

No, it shouldn't be that way.

He overturned this possibility one after another, because even if he hid in this place, he would be discovered by them when they went downstairs, and it would be even more difficult for him to move his hiding place. The most important thing is that the footprints he saw, the toes of the toes were facing upward, and it was just such a row of footprints, which made it a little scary.

Further up was a sealed wall, and as he could imagine, the man passed through it like a shadow, and then1 entered the hut on the rooftop.

Under the wall behind the iron gate, there was a sealed rat hole, which he had closed with his own hands.

He stood in front of this iron gate, as if facing an abyss, and when he stared at this iron door and spied the secret behind it, all the thoughts in his heart were completely exposed.

Wei Flail felt panicked, this incident was beyond his expectations, he had thought it was just an ordinary prank. But according to the clues that have been obtained so far, it is obviously not done by human beings, it is the ghost and god thing that they humans should crawl on.

Courage disappeared in that moment, and there was only one thought left in Wei Fang's mind.

Leave!

When nothing happens.

He walked briskly down the stairs, the lights of the stairwell as dimmer as ever.

Outside the window, the crow laughed dumbly at the people in the building, the human heart was still in chaos, but the beast eyes had a clear insight into everything.

The next morning, Wei Fang woke up in a cold sweat.

He was already familiar with the feeling of losing control of everything and letting others go, and his mind calmed down faster.

After returning last night, he quickly fell asleep.

However, the nightmare found him.

In his dream, he saw the skin-painter again, dressed in a pale pink nightdress, the one he had seen there tonight. When it first enters the dream, the distance between it and itself is maintained in the previous dream, and it is still a humanoid puppet with a fixed perspective and only an active mind.

No matter how many times he experienced this dream, the painted leather dress in the cuckoo pink nightdress brought him an equally strong sense of oppression. He gave himself countless psychological hints in his dreams, he told himself that it was an illusion, that he was dreaming, that he was the master of the dream, and that he was afraid of the ghost.

But when it moved its feet and approached him as suddenly as if it were teleporting, all courage and confidence were lost.

There is only one feeling in his heart, there is no escape, it is an irresistible existence, and no one can escape its clutches.

Give up resistance and accept your fate.

The unknown whisper in my ear was whispering over and over again.

The dream disappeared, and when it returned to reality, the murmur began to disappear as well.

The cuckoo looked at him with an eager expression and asked with concern, "Another nightmare?" I think, during the holidays, I'll go to the temple to help you ask for a peace charm to see if it works, right? It is not a long-term solution to go on like this. ”

Last night's ghost seemed to have caused a large psychological shadow on her, and at this moment she wanted to save herself with the help of unrealistic gods.

"It's okay, it should be a bit of a lot of things happening in the past few days, as the saying goes, think about it every day, dream about it at night, and it should be fine in a few days."

Wei Flais barely squeezed out a smile, the "person" who disappeared through the wall, only he knew. Cuckoo didn't know for the time being that the prank was actually a real ghost.

He glanced at the roof, a movement that stood out in the cuckoo's eyes.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the sweat on his body was so cold that he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

The ghost lived on top of their heads, and although he and Cuckoo lived on the first floor, as the events of last night had shown, it could walk down and move around on the second floor. It's hard to guarantee that it won't go up to the first floor and just happen to break into their room and play games with them that only ghosts can enjoy, and to ordinary people only fear and pain.

"Are there cobwebs on the ceiling? We swept it once when we moved in, how come it is now again? The cuckoo said distressedly: "When we go to work in a while, we buy a bottle of insecticide and spray it again when we come back, so there should be no spiders, right?" ”

When it comes to spiders, the cuckoo's face is a little unnatural.

Spiders, an eight-legged, arthropod with fluffy, hideous-looking species, are rarely liked by girls. Wei Flail knew that the cuckoo was disgusted by spiders, so he said casually: "There are some spider webs, spray with insecticide, and those spiders will not come again." ”

He was just hiding the fact that he was looking at the ceiling in distraction, but there was not the slightest cobweb. However, the cuckoo was a little short-sighted, and he felt that he had not seen clearly, while Wei Flai, a person who was not short-sighted, had sharper eyes and found the spider web in the corner of the wall.

……

The supermarket was less crowded than it used to be, with only four or five people coming in to buy goods.

The air conditioning in the supermarket is very open, and it is a hot summer day outside, but it is a little cool inside.

The old employees who looked at Wei Flail unpleasantly were used to his existence. This is already the case, it cannot be changed, many things in the world are like this, and people are used to accepting it with the flow.

A few girls at the front desk cashier, listlessly, with half-open eyelids, boredly waiting for the people inside to finish buying things and go to the cashier to settle the bill.

Wei Flails seemed to be seriously pushing the cart to replenish the almost full shelves, and the fat-headed and big-eared manager was nowhere to be seen. If someone walks into his resting room at this time, he will find a pig with its fat belly exposed, sleeping there.

Ordinary employees are supervised by managers, so they are usually scared of things, and the biggest position in the mall is the dead fat pig manager, and the top will not send people to check from time to time. He does whatever he wants, basically treating it as his home, and as long as he can justify himself, recruiting or firing employees is his own business.

A few girls chatting and refreshing in the supermarket also knew that the dead fat pig manager was sleeping in his office, so he was not as rigorous as before, and his expression was much more relaxed.

As he pondered a way to fight the ghosts, he thought of the organization of the Mask Man. That's an organization that has been fighting against the "Eye", and they have built such a magnificent underground building, they should have a way to restrain the ghosts, otherwise, a group of ordinary people with flesh and blood would have been hunted down and killed by the "Eye" people a long time ago, and it would be impossible for them to still deal with the "Eye".

As soon as he thought of it, he avoided the supermarket cameras, went to the emergency staircase, and lit a cigarette for himself. He took out his mobile phone and suddenly remembered that he didn't have the contact number of the mask man, so he had to smoke there silently alone.

It seems that he has to go to the mask man again, he is an insider about the old building he lives in, and he should be able to help himself.

On the other side, among the customers who bought the goods, there was a man wearing sunglasses, and his eyes did not wander on the goods, but around the girls in supermarket uniforms.

"This ass is quite round, and you can see that it is easy to give birth to at a glance."

"This one looks pretty good, but it's like a washboard, and when you turn off the light, it's like touching a man."

He looked at it obscenely, borrowing the cover of the shelves, and the drunkard did not mean to look at the thief in the wine field.

His gaze is like a slippery and sticky yellow eel, specifically entangled in the female parts that can arouse men's desires.

Although his behavior does not pose an actual threat to women, he looks at the women with relish as if he can peel off other people's clothes, and comments in his heart.

"Well, this one is kind of interesting, I can play with this leg for half a year...... Hehe......" he smiled lewdly while wiping the saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand: "I'll go!" ”

His eyes lit up, he exclaimed, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes looked at the woman who was restocking in front of the shelves.

"Stunner, this face, this breasts, this ass, this legs ......"

This woman will play with him for a lifetime, and he will not get tired, and he will be itchy to see it, and he feels an evil fire burning in his heart. It's like a young man who meets the girl he likes, that fiery impulse, but his desire is less than the desire to hug the pipa and half-cover his face, only the pure and true primitive impulse.

He seemed to be back to the first time in a public place, attacking unguarded women.

He blended in with the crowd, too nervous to speak, carefully watching the gazes of others for fear that they would notice his abnormality.

He was young and cautious in his choice of targets, specifically picking the kind of woman with a green face and a cowardly nature. Such women are generally unincorporated school girls, and they ignorantly exude seductive sin that attracts him to attack them.

Taking advantage of the crowd, he quietly walked behind the girl in the white shirt, and took advantage of the driver's brake to relax his body and press her to the car. The weight of his body managed to keep her immobile, and he said sorry, but actually took the opportunity to go through the girl's chest, waist, abdomen, and plump buttocks.

He felt the girl's trembling back, and the urge to struggle and see the person behind him.

But his firm and natural movements made the girl give up the idea of struggling. Then, he squeezed out of the crowd, changed to a corner, pretending to be unaware, he saw the girl's helpless eyes with watery begging, she was silently asking for help to the people around her, but, because of her timid character, she didn't dare to tell what had just happened to her in front of so many people, and righteously let everyone catch the "groping pig hand".

The woman he saw in the supermarket was none other than the cuckoo. Among the women working in the supermarket, the cuckoo's face and figure can be said to stand out from the crowd, even the inconspicuous blue-black uniform is worn on her body, the full breasts, and the charming hip line seem to be eager to tell the invitation, with her innocent face, like a poppy to seduce people.

He was a repeat offender, a veteran, and judging by his years of experience, this woman had a weak personality and would never have troubled him.

He felt the container and slowly approached the cuckoo.

The cuckoo is like a white sheep, ignorant of grazing on the grassland, unaware of the danger behind it.

The man's eyes were almost popping out, and the cuckoo actually squatted down at this moment, and his plump buttocks were so stretched that his pants seemed to burst.

He couldn't control his hand anymore, so he walked over and squeezed it hard on the towering ass.

The cuckoo blushed instantly, and looked behind him with a shyly face.

She thought it was Wei Flai's joke with her, and deliberately tried to scare her.

But the man behind him ......