The wind is blowing.

The entire night sky of Kunchuan City was shrouded in rolling dark clouds, and from time to time dull thunder came from afar.

At this moment, the autumn wind is gradually rising, and the trees on both sides of the road in the Phoenix community are swaying with the wind, and the withered yellow leaves keep falling on the road, and then they are rolled up and smashed by the speeding wheels. Not far away, on the surface of the moat, a long gray-white bridge loomed in the shadows of the alternating trees.

In the boundless tide letter, passers-by are running with their hair blown by the wind, and the sound of brushing is in their ears, which is the waves licking the bridge piers greedily, and this body of water seems to be a huge and friendless beast.

On the moat, the lighthouse lights cast on the dark water, quietly pulling out a long shadow, and the quiet and peaceful ivory tower seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze at the moment.

From north to south, the exterior walls of the Phoenix neighborhood are intertwined with countless pipes, reminiscent of the intricate blood vessels in the human body, and the lights covering them are like the light of flickering fireflies, forming a special beauty.

If you look a little farther away, you can see a new detached villa on a planned homestead, which is the durian orchard.

In recent days, a series of murders have made the Phoenix community crumbling like duckweed in the wind and rain, and everyone in the residents is thinking of danger, and even those who are close to Villa 72 have hung up advertising signs for selling houses. Compared with the brightly lit residential complex on the other side, the vicinity of Villa 72 looks a little lonely, like a peacock with colorful feathers and ugly buttocks when the screen is opened.

Wang Hao raised his head and looked at the iron-gray sky, the dense raindrops fell like a curtain, and the huge sense of oppression of Villa No. 72 came to his face, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy, feeling that this villa was like a tomb standing between heaven and earth, and it might fall down to him at any time.

Due to the dark sky, the light in the courtyard of the villa is very dark, and the gray wall paint, which usually looks elegant and fresh, looks extremely bleak at the moment.

Looking at the familiar scene, he clearly remembered the melodious sound of the piano and the dark shadow falling from the sky.

Wang Hao raised his hand to lift the bright yellow cordon, and walked into Villa No. 72 again, the more he thought about last night's incident, the more wrong it became.

At this moment, the flashlight of the room on the second floor of this villa spilled through the open window onto the dark pavement.

Wang Hao pushed the door in, made sure that there was no one around, so he opened half of the window, sat behind the familiar piano in the room on the second floor, and watched the changes in the shadow of the window on the ground slightly.

The hem of the garment kept fluttering in the wind.

Wang Hao scratched his hair and waved his hand away the mosquitoes of late summer, looking for the source of the fear he felt last night.

If you still show up today, I won't be afraid of you. Wang Hao secretly clenched his fists.

At this time, he stared at the little moth parked on the screen window, and the little moth could not resist the wind, and suddenly he did not know where it was blown. When the little moth disappeared into the darkness, the screen shook slightly.

As yesterday, the sticky dampness in the room was annoying, and there seemed to be some tiny droplets of water that could not be seen.

Wang Hao was unconsciously patting his thighs, vaguely feeling an itch on his knees, but after he let go of his hand, there was no trace of mosquitoes.

Suddenly, Wang Hao felt an inexplicable pressure surging into his heart.

Here it comes.

The pressure, though not so hard to breathe, pressed against his chest without relenting.

Yesterday, Wang Hao felt inexplicable, but today he was silent as if he had changed.

He got up and went out and went to the bathroom to borrow a toilet, but found that he couldn't pee at all, and the urge to urinate was getting stronger and stronger......

After Wang Hao washed his hands at the marble sink, he suddenly felt an even more palpitating chill rushing up, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He pulled out a rubber baton from his body and raised it with trembling hands.

At this moment, the fluorescent light of the flashlight suddenly flickered non-stop.

This is a newly replaced battery, which actually broke down so quickly, what quality. Wang Hao scolded in his heart.

Behind him is a bedroom with a hanging image of Guanyin in the alcove, and the curtains in the corridor are not drawn, so that you can see the wind and rain blowing trees outside the glass windows, and the villa lights in the distance.

Gradually, something seemed to touch Wang Hao's neck......

Wang Hao regretted it a little, he really couldn't bear the gradually expanding sense of fear, and tried to make himself think of something more happy.

However, the strange aura that surrounded him still peeked closely behind him, as if waiting for the time to come.

Suddenly, Wang Hao's heart rose with a desire to look back, to make sure that there was nothing behind him at all, in order to escape from this state of almost collapse.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound behind him.

In an instant, the glass window of the corridor on the second floor clicked, and then there was a roaring wind, and Wang Hao's eyes also went dark.