This photo may be due to the way it was taken, which makes people feel that they are approaching step by step, and the danger is creeping, but the prey is unaware.

I looked at the photograph, looked at it carefully, and finally fixed my eyes on the glass coffee table.

The smooth coffee table surface reflects a little light, and I don't know if the painter is deliberate or he is negligent.

The glass coffee table reflects a hand holding a sharp knife!

The three photographs are dated to the same day, and this is not just simple art, but a deliberate murder.

There was a cool air rushing down my spine from my back, and the young man and I had the same initial experience as sending the drunk Bai Yaer back to the apartment in the middle of the night, the difference was that I was not carried away by the beauty and was on high alert.

Now that I think about it, if I had done the same thing as a young man, would it be possible that when I look back, I will suddenly find the painter with a sharp knife behind me.

I didn't leave Bai Ya'er's mobile phone, although there is evidence of his murder, but now is not the time to fall out with them.

Judging the situation and surviving the live broadcast is my top priority.

After reading all of Mr. Zhu's works, I couldn't calm down for a long time, this is a devil in human skin, my art is completely incomprehensible, every photo can arouse the fear and disgust in people's hearts.

I hated this guy, but on the other hand he piqued my interest.

"Is it possible that Zhu Li is the show anchor?" Crazy and paranoid, this is very common in show anchors, I lowered my head and took the towel out of Bai Ya'er's mouth, and whispered: "I want to meet that Teacher Zhu, you will lead the way." ”

I'm not asking for her opinion, but in a tough tone that can't be refuted. "No, it's almost twelve o'clock, and we can't leave the room. If you really want to meet Mr. Zhu, then wait until dawn tomorrow. "Bai Ya'er has a very strange personality, I have never seen her show a frightened expression, at most she just becomes nervous and flustered, not so much that she is a model

, I feel that she is more like an actor with superb acting skills.

"There is still some time until midnight, get me up immediately and take me to see Zhu Li!" Lifting Bai Ya'er with one hand, I pointed to the red wooden door in the living room: "If you don't agree, then I'll wait until after twelve o'clock to throw you out and let you spend the night in the corridor alone." "You let go, I'll go, but you have to give me a little time, and I'm not sure if Mr. Zhu is sleeping, what if he doesn't open the door?" Bai Ya'er twisted her body, she knew better than me that it was so dangerous to stay in the corridor after twelve o'clock, so she was very decisive

agreed.

"Don't play tricks, there's a limit to my patience." Letting go of my hands, I threw her the coat on the ground: "Let's go." ”

Bai Ya'er put on her coat, walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the wall of the bedroom, she stopped in front of the big red wooden door: "I didn't have the idea of harming you, it's dangerous to go out now......"

"Without further ado, take me to him." I can't get more clues from Bai Yaer, and in order to carry out the live broadcast smoothly, I must have more information.

The cold and white fingers pressed on the rusty iron lock, Bai Ya'er reluctantly opened the wooden door, and when she was about to twist the handle of the iron door outside, her hand touched, and the iron door was directly pushed open.

"Has anyone been here?!" I distinctly remember locking the iron door when I came in, but now it has changed: "Someone must have been standing outside the door, maybe it was a painter, maybe it was a dirty thing hiding in the dark and going upstairs with me!"

Murderous buildings, strange residents, and strange legends, this live broadcast has not even started, and I am a little frightened.

Bai Ya'er, who was walking in front, found that the iron door was not locked and turned her head to look at me, she deliberately thought that I had forgotten to close the door, and now in this situation, she didn't dare to say much, and honestly walked to the room where the painter was.

"Bang, bang, bang."

In the dead corridor, the knock on the door came far away, and it was estimated that you could hear it clearly from the first floor.

The dim light in the hut shone in the hallway, I don't know if it was my illusion, the darkness upstairs and downstairs was stirred, and something seemed to be approaching.