The shadow dragged longer and longer, and sure enough, a person appeared around the corner, and the blood all over my body clotted at the sight of this person.

He was wearing an ochre-yellow leather jacket and a pair of jeans, which looked quite ordinary, and I immediately recognized that this person was the window knocker who appeared in the crematorium.

The reason why my blood clotted when I saw him was because he wore a pointed red hat on his head.

Little Red Riding Hood!

He was Little Red Riding Hood. He walked slowly, stepping on the stairs, not in a hurry, and seemed to have a great deal of confidence that he would definitely catch us.

He and I are now just a staircase away, and I can see him very clearly. One hundred and eighty thoughts swirled in my head, should I run or should I strike first?

I picked up a brick next to me and aimed it at Little Red Riding Hood's head to throw it down. Seeing that the distance between us was getting closer and closer, he didn't look up to observe, he didn't know that I existed, and I had a good chance of making a move. At such a close distance, I'm not stupid, throw a brick down, and if I don't hit anyone again, I won't live.

But the brick trembled in my hand, and I was so nervous that my hands were trembling, and I had a thought in my heart that if I didn't hit me, it would be over.

Lao Qian and I actually didn't reveal our location now, and Little Red Riding Hood only knew that we were in the building, but couldn't locate it accurately. When I go down with this brick, I am exposing my position.

To smash or not to smash?

Thinking so, I missed the best time, and Little Red Riding Hood had already reached my level. I was covered in cold sweat, and even soaked into my eyes, and my vision was blurry. Footsteps were about to come up.

I gritted my teeth with hatred, saw an empty room next to me, and hid in it.

The rooms here were all half-finished concrete rooms, with no doors, no windows, and no light inside, and I was huddled in a dark corner, clutching the bricks tightly, so nervous that I was about to pee my pants.

Footsteps rang out outside, each step slow, and for a moment I felt as if time had stood still.

He didn't go any further.

In the next second, the footsteps gradually rose upward, passing over my floor to the top.

I sat on the ground with my ass on my ass and gasped. Although the amount of exercise is not large, but just back and forth, the spirit is highly stressed, how many brain cells have to die, and the adrenaline surges.

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, I suddenly remembered one thing, I made an agreement with Lao Qian, if it was Little Red Riding Hood, I would scream, if not, then I would learn to call birds, in short, I would give him a signal.

I really didn't have the courage to do this, but I couldn't do it, I came out of the empty room, listened to the footsteps above, and it was far away from me. Sure it was safe, I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and let out an "ahh

The screams were loud, spreading throughout the staircase floors of the building, and there were even echoes that could be heard from anywhere as long as they were not deaf.

This scream also consumed the last of my courage, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I ran downstairs, in short, the farther away from Little Red Riding Hood, the better.

I ran to the first floor in one go, walked through the hall to the door, and suddenly saw that the entire door was sealed with bricks! I shuddered, took a few steps back, ran at an accelerated speed, and then flew and kicked over. The brick wall was so hard that I couldn't kick it at all, and it shook my ankles to the point of soreness.

There was a tall window next to the gate, and I managed to climb up to it, but the window was welded with iron pipes at some point, and I couldn't open it.

I clutched the iron pipe in both hands, barely stepped on the wall with my feet, and looked out, and it was a deep night outside, with the full moon hanging in the air, and a large area of desolation as far as the eye could see. It seems that there is only one building in a lonely world.

The biggest feeling now is loneliness and despair, and I feel that even if I run out of this building, I can't survive outside.

I stepped down the window and aimlessly walked down the first-floor hallway, trying to see if there was a hole that I could get through. Each window is welded with iron pipes. Finally I came to the public toilet. The toilet was full of mud, but no one used it, and the smell was not very strong. I hid in a private room, squatted on the toilet, rummaged through my body, and finally found a pack of cigarettes, took out one and smoked it slowly.

Now that I've calmed down, and think back to the brick-blocked doors and iron-piped windows on the first floor, I'm more and more sure that this is a trap.

When we came in, the doors and windows were empty, and we came and went at will, and when we entered the building, all the exits on the first floor were sealed, which was not a trap.

It's just that I don't believe that such a big project could be done by Little Red Riding Hood alone.

Now there's the paradox, from the time we enter the building to the time we find Little Red Riding Hood, and then I escape to the first floor, and the process takes half an hour more. Within half an hour, the door was sealed, and all the windows were welded with iron pipes, how big is this project, and how many people are needed? Unless it's said that Little Red Riding Hood is followed by a team. But how could it be. Little Red Riding Hood kills people and destroys people, if he has a team of many people behind him, everyone can leave a large number of clues, and the police would have solved the case a long time ago, can they stay until now?

If Little Red Riding Hood didn't have a team of accomplices, how could he possibly complete such a large workload?

I remember Conan said that when everything is ruled out, what is left will be the truth, no matter how unbelievable. According to this statement, the only truth is that everything here is illusory, just like the little ghost confusing me, this is a ghost creation realm!

Qian Mingwen and I have been fascinated by Little Red Riding Hood, the so-called ghost obsession.

When did this happen? Even if Little Red Riding Hood is obsessed with us, there has to be a process of contact.

As I smoked quietly, the smoke was ethereal, and it occurred to me that Little Red Riding Hood had knocked on our car window when we were in the crematorium. Could it be that at that time, we were fascinated by his magic magic?

At present, Little Red Riding Hood's identity is Qian Mingwen's cousin, and his motive for committing the crime is to commit murder. This is just his superficial identity, and if you think about it carefully, it is much more terrifying. How did he know that there was such a thing as murder and preaching, he was just an ordinary person, why did he have such a strong yin qi and the ability to create a ghost realm? Who the hell is he?

There is also one of the most critical issues.

I knocked the cigarette ash, according to Little Red Riding Hood's ability, it was easy for him to kill Qian Mingwen, why did it be so cumbersome: it was to create the environment, and it was to chase and kill in the environment, even if the chase only appeared now, I and Lao Qian stayed in the scrapped car for nearly a day, and he didn't show up.

Does he really think that killing old money is a sure thing, and everything he does is just a game of cat and mouse?

No. I intuitively believe that Little Red Riding Hood is not a schizophrenic psychopath, on the contrary, he is an extremely calm guy, he never does anything boring, he is focused on the goal.

There are so many links here that I don't understand. But I feel that I am already getting closer to the truth. Perhaps, the truth is the only way to solve the current crisis.

I was deep in thought when suddenly there was a loud "bang" outside, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps. I hurriedly pushed the door out, and by this time, I was not too scared, and the buffer brought by thinking calmed me down.

I came to the door of the toilet, quietly opened a gap, and saw a figure running quickly "whoosh". I was taken aback, judging from the figure, it looked like Qian Mingwen. I didn't see his specific appearance, I didn't even see how fat or thin he was, the only characteristic was that he was carrying a red package behind him, which was the urn.

What is he running?

I looked out, and I saw another figure running from the other side of the hallway, very fast, chasing the person in front of me. The figure was unrecognizably tall, short, fat and thin, but one feature was obvious, that is, Little Red Riding Hood on its head.

Broken! Little Red Riding Hood found Qian Mingwen, and the two chased them from the top to the first floor. What to do?

Just then Little Red Riding Age arrived, and I was purely subconscious, without even thinking about it, and slammed the toilet door open. There are so many rooms in the abandoned building, all of them have no doors, except for the toilet with a very thick wooden door, I pushed it so violently, the people chasing it didn't expect the toilet door to open suddenly, and they couldn't dodge, and they were hitting it strongly.

How big is this habit, this kid actually flew up in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

I came out of the back of the toilet and saw him fall about two meters away, this man was wearing an ochre-yellow leather jacket and a red hat, it was the killer Little Red Riding Hood. At this moment, I finally saw his appearance clearly, he looked too ordinary, not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, there were no features on his face, and his facial features were simple like a transparent person.

The blow hurt him a lot, and he rubbed his face and slowly got up from the ground.

I stared at him tightly, so nervous that I couldn't breathe.

It was at this moment that I suddenly understood the key to why Little Red Riding Hood looked so ordinary.

Everyone I met: my mother, my sister, my third uncle, the village chief, including the later Erlong Azana Musu Banjie Nanhua, wait, all living beings. They have expressions, eyes, and their own rhythm of vitality, or calm, or cunning, or quiet, or open-minded, and always have a first feeling. This man is alive.

But the little red riding bag in front of him has no expression, no eyes, and no expression. In fact, even if it is insensitive, it is also a human emotion, but on Little Red Riding Hood's face, even the numbness cannot be seen. He was like a living dead man.