Standing in the brightly lit corridor, the woman with her hair raised her head, her bloodshot black eyes widened, her chapped lips opened, and she said word by word: "Help...... I ......"

Zhang Luo didn't put down the long knife in his hand, just stared at the other party's pale face vigilantly, and asked, "Are you really Lin Miao?" ”

――The appearance of the woman in front of her was obviously abnormal, not at all the overly panicked appearance on the phone, not so much Lin Miao, but more like she was possessed by something.

Recalling the figure that once appeared behind him, Zhang Luo already knew it in his heart. However, it is now necessary to determine this......

"Bang!"

There was a sudden loud sound of the door closing behind Zhang Luo, which made him subconsciously turn around, and at that moment, the long-haired woman who was originally standing five meters away suddenly exerted her strength and pounced like a teleport!

But as soon as she rushed to Zhang Luo's side, she was kicked out by a young man who seemed to be distracted, flew three meters away and fell to the ground, spitting out black liquid from her mouth while her body was convulsing.

"You're really not Lin Miao." Zhang Luo looked down at the long-haired woman who fell to the ground and curled up in a ball.

His brief distraction just now was just a disguise, the purpose was to test the reaction of the "Lin Miao" in front of him, and now it seems that the "person" in front of him is really not Lin Miao, but something else.

Just as Zhang Luo stepped forward with a knife, intending to force the woman's true identity, a dull bell suddenly sounded in the corridor:

Boom!

The voice had a certain resonance with Zhang Luo's internal organs, causing him to fall to the ground with a "shock to the tiger's body", coughing up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, holding his trembling chest and scolding: "This is really strong......

Boom!

The death knell rang again, and the long-haired woman who had been curled up on the floor suddenly disappeared, completely disappearing, as if it had never appeared.

Then, from the answering machine at the corner of the hallway, a deep male voice came out, reciting the number:

“204863。”

“204863。”

“204863。”

"I see, you don't have to say any more......"

Listening to the guy's recitation, Zhang Luo stood up with the sharp pain in his body, and staggered forward, intending to smash the damn phone.

For some reason, in this gloomy corridor, his temper seemed to be much more irritable than usual, although he was still calm in his heart, but there was a strange "anger" erupting from his body, driving his body to make incomprehensible actions.

As if laughing at him, the male voice on the phone was still repeating the same number, his voice was calm and emotionless, not at all like what a normal person could say:

“204863。”

“204863。”

"Go, fuck, fuck, ......"

Walking through the dark corridor to the phone, Zhang Luo reached out and ripped off the telephone landline, threw it on the floor and chopped it up, and the irritating voice finally disappeared completely.

"Damn bastard." He lowered his head and spat on it.

Under the repair of the god-made body, the internal injuries in the body began to recover, but the irritability in the heart did not calm down so easily.

Bang!

Zhang Luo kicked on the cabinet with the photos again, kicked off the wooden door that was not secure, and then fell out of it with a long-barreled rifle with a black shell.

Realizing that what appeared in front of him was probably the rifle that the murderer in the news used to kill his wife and daughter, Zhang Luo put the long knife behind his back, bent down to pick up the heavy rifle, and shook the metal body of the gun, making a "click" sound.

He removed the magazine and examined it, the brass casing shimmered in the light, the semi-automatic rifle did have bullets. It's a pity that there are only four rounds.

"Huh?"

Notice the wolf head motif engraved on the brown wood butt, as well as the two letters next to it: "O.L". Zhang Luo frowned, and before he could guess what it meant, the scene in front of him suddenly began to distort:

The gloomy and cramped apartment hallways disappear, followed by sunny courtyards and silhouettes of large apartments that are a little old but luxurious.

“……”

Feeling the faint pain of his ankle being cut by a blade of grass, Zhang Luo lowered his head and looked at the pale legs under his shorts and the dirty red sneakers on his feet.

At this time, he was standing on the lawn behind the apartment.

Directly in front of you is a large two-story apartment that can be described as a "mansion", with creepers hanging from the dark gray walls, and several windows blocked by dark red curtains.

Zhang Luo raised his hands, and what caught his eye was the heavy black rifle in his hand, as well as the calloused skin on the back of his hand.

Although he can't see what he looks like now, Zhang Luo can be sure that the current "self" is not himself, but temporarily "borrowed" someone else's body.

Since it is not his own body, his actions are not his own choice, but under the control of some forces in the dark, he routinely accomplishes certain things that should be done:

"It's ...... Scenario re-enactment? ”

While thinking about it, Zhang Luo watched as his left hand reached into the pocket of his white shirt, and took out a crumpled note from it, which was a hospital notice written in English, and many of the words on it were blurred, and only a few surviving words could be seen:

LISA. L：

You...... Pregnant...... Morning...... Come...... Further investigation.

“……”

The white man who was "possessed" by Zhang Luo reached out and crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, threw it vigorously on the grass next to it that had not been mowed for a long time, and then cursed, hugged the rifle in his arms, and walked to the apartment in front of him.

"Could it be the homicide that happened?"

Sensing what he was going through, Zhang Luo suddenly became interested again, and did not try to stop the movement of the body, but just let the white man stride to the back door of the apartment, and then roughly kicked the door in, and rushed into the living room bathed in sunlight.

"Honey, ...... you come back"

Lazily leaning on the carved rocking chair, the long-haired woman in a white dress with an elegant temperament was stunned in place before she finished speaking, facing her husband with a rifle in her hand, she actually forgot to run away, but stood up suddenly, and made a stunned voice:

"What's wrong?"

Under the witness of Zhang Luo, who was "on the upper body of the ghost", the white man gritted his teeth and raised the rifle in his hand and aimed at his wife, although his hands were trembling slightly, his body stood straight, like an old hunter who raised his gun and aimed at his prey:

"Forgive me, Lisa, I have to ...... Do it! ”

Immediately afterwards, a strong idea like an oracle was instilled into Zhang Luo's consciousness:

It's time, hands-on!

"Bang!"

The air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and the rifle aimed at the woman's head was skewed, and the blow that should have been a sure hit was skewed, grazing the woman's white neck and flying over, leaving a small hole in the pale yellow wallpaper behind her.

Zhang Luo, who manipulated his arms that did not belong to him at the last moment and let the bullet deviate from the direction, used the throat of the white man and made a difficult sound:

"I'm not going to do that, thank you." (To be continued.) )