"Boom!"

A loud bang accompanied by a sharp pain forcibly recalled Zhang Luo's consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a small room with extremely poor lighting conditions.

The first thing that catches your eye is the dark tiles on the front wall, and a very dirty, but otherwise white, bathtub. Zhang Luo stood up and reached out to rub his buttocks, which were still aching, and when he looked back, he found that he was sitting on the same dirty toilet just now.

"How is it a toilet ......?"

He stood up while complaining, and was about to take a closer look at the situation in the room, when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside the toilet door, as if someone was running away, and then there was a "bang", probably the sound of slamming the door.

Although the situation outside was not quite right, Zhang Luo did not leave the toilet immediately, but just stood in front of the mirror of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

The mirror was stained with a black substance of unknown nature, and I couldn't see anything at all, even if I reached out and wiped it, it was still pitch black, as if it was an oil painting with too much paint, and I couldn't restore my original color.

There was no water in the dusty sink, and the air in the room was very heavy, Zhang Luo looked back at the bathtub and saw that the bottom of the bathtub was covered with a layer of dark red liquid.

"Is this a murder scene?"

It was less than half a minute after seeing the scene in the toilet, and Zhang Luo had already made up a scene where a gangster put the body in the bathtub and cut it after committing a murder in the toilet.

Sure that there was nothing in the bathroom to investigate, he bent down to pick up the long knife that had fallen on the floor next to the toilet, opened the bathroom door, and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

As soon as I entered the corridor, the radio on the wooden cabinet on the right-hand side in front of me suddenly made a piercing rustle, followed by an emotionless female voice, making a news broadcast:

"A father who murdered his wife and daughter bought a rifle at a local gun shop the other day. That Sunday afternoon, when the whole family was staying at home, the brutal murder took place. ”

"His six-year-old daughter hid in the bathroom with her survival instinct, but was tricked out by her father on the grounds that it was 'just a joke'. The girl's **** was shot at close range, while her pregnant mother was also shot. ”

"When a neighbor called 911, police quickly arrived at the scene and found the killer sitting in his car, listening to the radio."

"According to neighbors, a few days before the murder, the killer kept repeating a set of numbers in a loud voice......"

"Last month, the same homicide happened in another family. Last December, a man also killed his family with a rifle and a meat knife. ”

Police said there was no connection to the series of homicides. and believe that this is due to environmental factors, such as occupational pressures, child-rearing pressures, and other social pressures that middle-class families face......"

Standing in the dark corridor, after listening to the news broadcast, until the female voice began to repeat the news in a loop, Zhang Luo finally came back to his senses and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Isn't this last year's homicide? Looks like I've seen something like that. ”

Recalling the specific news he found on the Internet, Zhang Luo frowned slightly, and as for the "number" mentioned by the father who killed his wife and daughter, he also had some impressions:

“204863。” He whispered.

Bang!

At the end of the corridor ahead, a door hidden in the darkness suddenly opened, casting a dim cold light from behind the door, and a fishy smell wafted into the corridor, mixed with some unpleasant smell.

"Is this thing voice-activated?"

Zhang Luo teased casually, raised his head and looked at the ceiling at the upper end of the corridor, which looked like it was not a single-story house, but a two-story apartment.

Although the door in front of him was open, he naturally did not leave easily when he came to this place for the first time, but turned around and walked in the opposite direction, and soon came to the corner of the corridor.

It seems that this corridor with poor lighting conditions is a standard L-shape, with some black and white landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and next to the wall on the outside of the corner of the corridor, there is a low wooden cabinet with a black and white photo of a handsome man on it, and a group photo of a man and a woman next to it, which looks like it should be a couple.

In addition, there are a lot of plastic medicine boards on the cabinet, which are inlaid with some white pills, I don't know what they do.

"Hmmm......"

Picked up a plastic plate casually, took out a white pill inside, opened his mouth, threw the pill directly into his mouth and swallowed it, then burped contentedly, waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

But...... Nothing happened.

"Nima, is this a calcium tablet?"

Confused, he picked up the plastic plate and tried to confirm the type of drug, but there was no writing on it at all.

Zhang Luo, who is not a drug expert, does not have the ability to identify the ingredients of drugs when he cannot use "domain control", so he can only put the medicine in his hand back on the table.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze resting on the landline of the telephone next to him.

The phone's white plastic casing was slightly yellow, and it looked like it was some years old, and the LCD screen on the answering machine didn't show any text, and you couldn't hear any sound when you picked up the receiver.

Looking at the numeric button on the phone where the text had been worn, Zhang Luo casually pressed the 204863 number. After a rhythmic dripping sound, a deep male voice suddenly came from the earpiece:

"Look-behind-you."

"I-said, look-behind-you."

As the male voice sounded, Zhang Luo keenly noticed that the light around him had changed, and something appeared in the corridor to block the light, in addition, his ghost premonition also flared up again, and his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

"Turn back!" The voice on the phone sounded a little impatient.

Zhang Luo knew that something was standing not far behind him. If you look back now, you will definitely encounter situations like "turning back and killing" or "meeting love around the corner" that are common in horror movies, but ......

He didn't look back, but just said politely into the receiver of the phone in English:

"Why should I listen to you?"

As soon as these words came out, as if he didn't think of how to answer at all, the male voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and then the phone was rudely hung up.

"Toot, toot—"

As the sound of the broken wire sounded, the shadow behind Zhang Luo suddenly disappeared, and the ghost premonition was immediately disarmed. When he turned around, all he saw was a dark hallway, nothing else.

"Huh."

Looking at the empty corridor, Zhang Luo laughed proudly, as if he was talking to some invisible person, and said loudly word by word:

"Don't use the trick of scaring ordinary people against me, it's completely boring, you should have other tricks up your sleeve, Lord of Paradise?" (To be continued.) )