Tang Wu took out a jar of chili sauce from the refrigerator. This is a jar of chicken fat chili sauce, and there are chicken nuggets in the recipe. In other words, there's meat in it.

It's not that Tang Wu is suspicious of everything, but because the dozen or so cans of chili sauce stored in the refrigerator actually don't have plastic seals, although they are tightly screwed, they are indeed all opened.

Tang Wu took out a small bowl, poured all the chili sauce into it, and picked up the chopsticks and played with it. The lid of the chili sauce has a supermarket-like simple pricing tag of ten dollars a can. For such an affordable chili sauce, is there too much meat in it?

Tang Wu picked up a piece of meat, put it under the faucet and washed it for a while, washed down the peppers and sauce on it, and carefully observed it for ten minutes - nothing was gained. Meat is meat, especially when cut into this kind of diced meat, there is cured meat, you can't tell the source just by looking at it, the best way is to taste it.

Tang Wu raised her hand with chopsticks several times, and finally put it down, if her guess was correct, it was too disgusting to taste it like this. The little girl thought about it, put the meat piece on the board, pulled out a kitchen knife, and cut it down. There was a muffled thud, and the pieces of meat were cut in half, with a heavy sauce on the surface, but a pink flesh color on the inside.

I haven't marinated it yet! It seems to be new, Tang Wu sighed, threw down the chopsticks, closed the refrigerator, briefly checked the cupboard, and after finding nothing, she came out and walked towards the bedroom.

It was a very small bedroom, with a double bed taking up half of the space, a two-door cabinet in the corner, and a small table by the window with all kinds of cosmetics and fashion and beauty magazines.

Tang Wu opened the cabinet first and looked at it, there were a lot of clothes inside, looking at the style and material, it should not be a bargain, it seems that the guy who lived here before lived a good life. At night, feeling a little cold, Tang Wu also chose a milky yellow coat from inside and wore it on her body. Not bad, it fits perfectly.

In the cabinet and in the drawer of the small desk, Tang Wu checked it and found nothing, so only this bed remained.

Tang Wu lifted the futon felt mat. This style of bed, there is a lot of space under the bed board, and it is generally used to put bedding that is out of season or something, of course, there is no problem at all in hiding a corpse, not to mention that even if there is a corpse, it is a corpse.

At this time, it was early summer, and under the bed board were the thick quilts used in winter, Tang Wu moved all the quilts out, but it was empty, there was nothing, and she also shook the quilt specifically, and there was really nothing.

What's going on? Tang Yu threw the quilt aside and sat on the edge of the bed in contemplation, combing through the information she had received so far.

First of all, there were people who died in this room, so the first question is, who is the deceased?

Most likely, the deceased was the original owner of the apartment, because it is now confirmed that there is such a missing person. So, who is the murderer?

The Seventh Space? It's not impossible. Tang Wu has experienced many tasks, some of which have role-playing elements, and after entering the mission world, she needs to play a specific role to replace someone's identity. And what about the original owner of this "identity"? Naturally, it was erased by the seventh dimension. In order to turn the identity set by Tang Yu herself into reality, it is normal for the seventh space to erase a person.

But if the seventh space made a move, how could it take a lot of effort to chop the corpse and mince the meat, and marinate it in chili sauce? If the killer is someone else...... The owner of this building is obviously dead, but he is "alive" again, what will the murderer think? Will it strike again?

If the murderer is another "person", it is better to say, Tang Wu is a trialist after all, even in the face of extremely vicious gangsters, a little action can be solved. But what if the murderer is some other "ghost"? The task requirement is to solve a paranormal event, which means that in this mission world, paranormal events exist, and there are quite a few of them. Maybe I was lucky and bumped into it on the first day.

After inspecting the bathroom and bedroom, Tang Wu carefully turned over the small living room again, but there was still no gain. In other words, the only "weird" thing about this house is on the dozen or so cans of unsealed chili sauce in the kitchen refrigerator. If you change to a guy who is not very thoughtful, you may not notice anything unusual for several days!

After a careful inspection, it was already past nine o'clock, and for the big city, the nightlife at this time had just begun, and the outside was still busy and lively. Tang Wu sat on the sofa, very unladylike with her legs on the coffee table, holding her mobile phone and looking at the news.

The world has some knowledge of supernatural events, and Tang Wu saw several news stories about such and such a community, and how many people died when there was a supernatural event on such and such a street. But what made her feel strange was that the frequent supernatural events did not cause large-scale panic, and what dominated the headlines was still the gossip of various celebrities. The hearts of the residents of Ryan City are really big, or is it natural to say that everything is a habit?

Time passed slowly in the process of Tang Wu sliding the phone, and soon, at eleven o'clock, the mobile phone in Tang Wu's hand suddenly went black. The black screen reflected Tang Yu's somewhat pale face, and her bloodshot eyes were full of hatred.

"Noisy and spoiled!" Tang Wu used an idiom that was not very suitable and laughed. She can now confirm that she has indeed encountered a supernatural event, this is just a common method of scaring people, as a seventh space supernatural cultivator, this little trick wants to scare her, it is impossible.

Tang Wu ignored the sneering image on the black screen of her mobile phone, restarted her mobile phone, and continued to read the news until twelve o'clock.

Tang Wu was not in a hurry or irritable, knowing that this house was haunted, should she rest or rest, how to deal with trouble if she didn't have enough energy, and fell asleep in bed within a few minutes.

I don't know how long I slept, Tang Wu faintly heard a banging sound, far away, ethereal, and I don't know what was going on. She didn't open her eyes either, she just raised her guard and listened carefully.

The thumping sound became louder and clearer, and Tang Wu finally heard something—it seemed to be the sound of a kitchen knife chopping on the board. At the end of the day, the voice was so close that it was close to the eyes. Tang Wu wanted to open her eyes to see, but she was surprised to realize that she couldn't open her eyes, or to be precise, she couldn't get out of this half-dreaming and half-awake state.

Did the ghost in this house make a move? Tang Wu mobilized her mental power, constantly impacting the pressure bound on her body, and it took several minutes before she finally opened her eyes.

Tang Wu found that she came to the small kitchen of the bathroom at some point, put her left hand on the board with five fingers, held a kitchen knife in her right hand, and chopped it hard.