The wind is not stopping, and the rain is not stopping.

The light of the fire mixed with the thunder cast a shadow on everyone's faces, half yellow, half white.

I can't count the first time this has been silent in the lobby.

"Did you all hear that...?" Lin Yu's face stiffened.

Wan Kun's face hesitated: "Could it be... Is it the strange sound of the typhoon?"

Ning Qing was speechless, still listening to the footsteps that had disappeared.

"Perhaps." Chu Xiaohe was noncommittal.

Long...

The strange footsteps upstairs were never heard again.

"Go see?" Lin Yu proposed.

Everyone's eyes flickered, but they didn't answer, and there was a strange smell in the air.

Lin Yu's face was strange: "Could it be that you group of murderers are still afraid of this?" ”

Hearing this, everyone smiled again and did not speak, and their expressions were intriguing.

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and immediately understood what they were worried about.

Fear?

No.

How could a group of executioners with blood on their hands be afraid of this, and it is difficult to even believe in their existence.

Since it is not something that is afraid of death, then what is afraid is something that is alive.

And the only thing alive in the lobby is their group.

To be precise, it is the identity of the murderers of this group of people.

Although this layer of murderer status can temporarily bring everyone towards some kind of peaceful relationship, it is not a kind of mutual wariness when you think about it.

It's like Yao Silian is the real murderer of Feng Hou and his wife, but Ning Qing and Lin Yu will never think of dealing with her.

Yao Silian is not only the real murderer but also Wan Kun's wife, and dealing with Yao Silian is equivalent to dealing with Wan Kun.

But whether it is dealing with Yao Silian or Wan Kun, this has never been the focus of the problem.

The focus of the question is that after dealing with the two of them, how should the remaining Ning Qing and Lin Yu get along?

It was easy for the two to say before the identity of the murderer was revealed, but now they both have a murderer's aura, and mutual suspicion between the two murderers will inevitably lead to conflicts.

People do not hurt the tiger, and the tiger is harmful to people's hearts.

How do the two sides know if the other party will attack the other party for their own safety?

What's more, there is also an unknown Chu Xiaohe next to him.

Three murderers staying together is no different from five murderers, and even five murderers are safer together than three murderers staying together.

Therefore, the fact that several parties can be safe and sound is a guard and a check.

The aisle in the house is too narrow, and if everyone goes up to the second floor together, they will inevitably score into a formation of one in front of the other.

Under such a premise, how could everyone agree to Lin Yu's proposal!

No one wants to be in front, and who knows if the people behind will do something to themselves.

Therefore, even if you want to go up to the second floor to investigate the situation, you can only be alone, to be precise, your own group.

"Then you wait in the lobby for a while, and the two of us will go up and have a look."

Wan Kun went up alone, and he was afraid that Lin Yu and a few people would join forces to deal with Yao Silian, but as long as he didn't separate from Yao Silian, even if Ning Qing and the three of them joined forces, he wouldn't be afraid.

He thought about it, this seemed to be the best choice, he went up with his wife, and if he encountered something, he could still take care of it, if Ning Qing or Lin Yu went up alone... Hard.

Lin Yu and Ning Qing nodded in unison.

"If you shout at something, we'll rush over immediately."

Although Ning Qing didn't believe in those messy things, considering the figure of the child in the courtyard, he felt that it would be better to remind him.

"Okay." Wan Kun answered and took Yao Silian to the second floor.

Chu Xiaohe looked at the two people who disappeared around the corner of the entrance, and couldn't help asking, "You just let the two of them go up?" ”

The corners of Ning Qing's eyes narrowed slightly: "You seem to know something?" ”

"I'm just like you guys for the first time here, so I'll know what's going on." Chu Xiaohe's expression was lacking, and his tone was cold.

......

...

Walkway on the second floor.

Wan Kun stood in front of the door of a bedroom, roughly compared the positions, and then asked Yao Silian: "Look at the location, is the lobby below this room?" ”

"Well, the previous voice must have come from inside the room."

"Okay, let's go in and have a look."

"Hmm."

As the words fell, he stretched out his hand, and the old wooden door was pushed open with a long creak.

Wan Kun took a flashlight into the house and didn't find anything, and then didn't think much about it, and took the lead in the room.

The decaying wooden bed was covered with tattered cobwebs, and shriveled spiders hung in the center of the net.

The flesh was empty, and only the shells remained.

All kinds of strange sounds rang out one after another, like insects and ants corroding wood, like rats gnawing on bones, and like the wind whispering.

This ups and downs, entwined in the ears.

Wan Kun suddenly felt as if something had fallen on his face, and it was a little itchy.

Reach out and wipe it, it's dust.

Xiao Xiao took a step back and hung flat with one hand, and dust fell from the roof and fell in the palm of his hand.

The light beams shone along the source of the dust, and it was the typhoon that hit the house outside, causing the house to sway and bring the dust on the beams to fall.

It's dust, it's sawdust, and it's hard to tell.

Seeing this, Wan Kun ignored it anymore, so he squatted on one knee with a hunched waist.

The light swept back and forth across the floor, but nothing was left but a thick layer of dust.

Wan Kun frowned, no one has ever come, naturally there will be no footprints, and there will be no footsteps without footprints.

What happened to the footsteps I heard in the lobby from above?

"Crunch—"

It was the long tail of the door shaft turning, and it seemed to be accompanied by an inaudible footstep.

Wan Kun and Yao Silian were all startled, and looked at the wooden door behind them reflexively.

The wooden door remained the same angle they had entered, and it had never changed.

Luckily, the door hasn't been touched yet!

Wan Kun's heart was relieved, and then his face was stunned, and his newly relieved heart rose to his throat again.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Yao Silian, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

The latter nodded hesitantly, then shook his head slowly.

I heard the sound of the door shaft turning,

The door didn't move,

It's because it's not the door that's moving.

Wan Kun's expression gradually became serious, he slowly straightened up, swept past Yao Silian, and walked towards the door.

Every step is steady, heavy and slow.

As he approached the door, he suddenly flashed the flashlight beam behind him, but the room was still empty and there was nothing.

Wan Kun looked back at the door, and on both sides of the door were dark second-floor corridors, which seemed to be able to swallow up the courage and will of the living.

Slowly exhale a long breath, and wait for his spirit and spirit to gradually stabilize before raising his legs and stepping out of the door frame.

As soon as you leave the room, the flashlight beam sweeps back and forth in the corridors on both sides.

Nothing!

What it was when it came, and what it is still today.

Wan Kun's face was expressionless, he couldn't remember the sound of the wooden door of which room just now?

Yao Silian seemed to see his difficulty, pulled the corner of his clothes slightly, and then pointed to the room on the right side of his body.

Wan Kun nodded silently, and then slowly moved closer to the room.

The door is closed.

Seeing this, Wan Kun slammed his steps, and the right foot that leaned out was subconsciously retracted.

Wrong!

That's not right!

This was the room where the couple had rested at first, and he remembered that the door was open when he first came up, but now it was closed.

Typhoon blowing?

He didn't know, wasn't sure, and didn't believe the door was blown by the wind.

"Crunch—"

The door shaft turned, the wooden door was pushed open, and Wan Kun held Yao Silian's hand with one hand and slowly stepped over the threshold.

A small figure with his back to the two of them was lying on the wall with his arms covered over his eyes, and a muffled childish voice sounded in the room.

It's a kid in the garden!

Wan Kun recognized it at a glance!

But even though his pupils were constricted, and the shock in his heart could not be concealed, he still resolutely walked towards the other party with the boldness.

He wanted to see what it was!

The closer I got, the clearer the faint childish voice became, like a child babbling and counting.

7...6...5...

2...

1...

Then the '1' counted, and before Wan Kun and the two of them could fully step forward, the child lying on the wall had already put down his arms that were blocking his eyes, and turned to look at Wan Kun and the others.

On the pale and bloodless face, the purple-black lips were opening and closing slightly.

"It's my turn..."