Immerse yourself in the dead silence of the night, and the surrounding environment is eerie. Nervous, he couldn't help but burp, this is also a kind of natural reaction of the body! When the esophagus is pressed by sensitive nerves, it spasms, and the spasmodic esophagus burps.

"Hiccup...... Nima ...... ......" Liang Wuguan didn't seem to have any other way to stop this state of hiccups except slapping his chest. He came to the guard's room tremblingly, and looked at the light beam of the incandescent light at the door, and his courage increased a lot.

Liang heard the heavy snoring sound from afar, and secretly scolded in his heart. Raise your hand and knock on the door, "Bang Bang Bang ......" Open the door, you dead pig, get up for Lao Tzu to patrol the night. ”

The security guard in the guard room is a middle-aged man from out of town, who has just been hired recently, and sleepiness is one of his biggest hobbies. Originally, he was also a loyal and honest man, and he made a snoring sound that almost overshadowed the sound of the beam property management slamming on the door.

"**, dead pig, when the director comes tomorrow, fire your squid."

Liang Wuguan scolded helplessly, so he had to walk to No. 4 of Building A-17 by himself, he didn't notice that the time at this time was already 3.10 in the morning, that is, the first seven hours of Zhen that Liu Jing said.

Coming from the guard's room, Liang Wenguan accidentally was almost hung by a branch sticking out of the road by a flower stand, and he was angry when he didn't get angry, raised his hand and pulled a board hard, and with the crisp 'click' sound of the branch, it broke.

The beams of light sprinkled by street lamps reflect the limited spatial distance, and those places that cannot be illuminated give people a dark atmosphere. The beam of the large flashlight, like a set of searchlights, kept swaying among the green trees and flowers at the door of the floor unit.

Just as Liang Wuguan was concentrating on all the way, there was a small sound from the flower table in front of him, and the flashlight swept away in response. The flashlight beam was projected on a big cat with flashing green light and black hair, which made Liang's throat tighten, and his heart was 'bang'.

Liang stomped his feet vigorously, and scolded in his mouth: "Damn...... Dead cat, it's strange if Lao Tzu doesn't beat you to death. ”

......The black cat seemed indifferent to the intimidation of this uninvited guest, and it arrogantly flicked its tail, and with a low scream, it trotted away from under the branches.

Driving away the damn black cat, Liang once again condensed the flashlight beam into the places where the street lamps had no way to shine. When he staggered to the bottom of the formidable floor, he looked up, not to mention, there was really light in the room.

'Wow! Evil door...... Lao Tzu will come and see, what is sacred, dare to come to this haunted house in the middle of the night to spread wild. ’

Liang Wenguan thought like this, so he climbed to the second floor, stood upright, his eyes fell on the blue border number 4 on the door, his heart was tangled for a moment, and he felt inexplicably uneasy, and his back felt numb, and he muttered to himself;

Liang Wuguan raised his hand, he felt soberly and clearly that his hand didn't seem to touch the door, but the 'squeak' door made a ghostly sound, and it actually opened by itself.

Liang looked at the door that opened automatically, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and his brain was blank...... Knowing that this door opens automatically, there must be a clue. But his body was as if he was imprisoned by an uncontrollable force. At this time, the body did not obey at all, and his own command, not to mention that he could move his feet at will and have the possibility of escaping.

In the open room, there is music surrounding, and the accompaniment rhythm of the song 'has been waiting for someone' is played brightly in the sound of the 'piano score' combination and the huge and super powerful stereo sound.

The loud sound effect vibrated so much that the panes of the windows were buzzing, and even Liang Weiguan, who was standing at the door, felt as if the ground under his feet was also trembling, and his mind was rapidly activated, and an extremely simple idea came to mind.

Liang thought that maybe this was those naughty little deflated people in the community, sneaking into the haunted house to turn on the stereo or something, or maybe these deflated san hadn't left yet, deliberately pretending to be a ghost to scare him.

So why do these so-called deflated three want to scare him, Liang Wuguan himself understands best. Before, he was in charge of this community, because he was lonely, lonely, and missed women. If he hadn't been covered by relatives, maybe under the complaints of the residents of the community, he would have left long ago.

The idea pops up, the brain reacts quickly, and when you step inside, you just go in and turn off the stereo, and everything is fine, and you can go back to bed and sleep soundly.

Liang entered the living room, and the light of the weak light in the living room felt soft on weekdays, but at this moment, in this alternative environmental atmosphere, it seemed strange and unpredictable.

Liang instinctively slid the Adam's apple, swallowed the saliva secreted by the nervous sublingual glands, and stared straight at the sound of colorful lanterns. Step by step, I moved mechanically, and I raised my hand to press the close button......

There was a loud bang, which startled him to shout "Mom", and he jumped nervously. He didn't hear any other sound for a long time, so he turned to look back, only to find that the voice just now came from the door, and he couldn't help but swallow again, and said secretly: Damn...... The wind was also joking with Lao Tzu, blowing the door and shutting it.

Liang's mind popped up, all kinds of wording and reasons, and a torrent of comfort to the frightened heartbeat. His fingers were rapid, as fast as a dragonfly touching water, and he pressed on the stereo, and quickly retreated and walked to the door.

"Giggles."

Just when Liang Wuguan walked to the door and raised his hand to pull the door, a childish child's voice came from the ghost of the corridor inside.

Sure enough, there is a child, this child is the voice of Lin Zhen's son Xiaojie, but who got this child into this house? Liang Wuguan lowered his head in wonder and pondered for a moment, and gradually summed up all this matter on those trouble-loving Qi San.

Stretched out the hand that pulled the door and retracted, tiptoeing as if a thief, and continued to the living room, to the porch......

"Little Jie ......"

In the empty room, it seemed that Liang Wuguan was the only one at all, and his shouts pale in the dead night.

"Giggles."

The child seemed to see him, still giggling happily, Liang turned his head and pushed open a small bedroom near the living room, no one ......, continued to move forward, walked to the big bedroom and pushed open the door, except for the dark bedroom space, no one seemed to exist.

Liang left his eyes on the bathing room that had not yet been opened, but this bathing room was where Lin Zhen committed suicide, and he was stunned for a moment. His back was straightened, and the sudden erection of the sweaty hairs on his body made him very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the door of the bathing room opened automatically like a spring, and there was no light in the bathing room, but there was a huge pull to pull the beam into the bathing room at once.

The door of the bathing room closed with a heavy bang, and a terrible scream came from the bathing room......

Liu Jing took the milk handed by Chen Jun, took a sip gently, and then slowly swallowed the milk with strong love under the other party's loving gaze.

"Jing'er, keep this habit in the future. Drinking a glass of milk before going to bed can help you sleep and can also be beautiful. The corners of Chen Jun's mouth pulled up a trace of laughter, took the empty cup of milk in Liu Jing's hand, and said affectionately.

"Well, thank you!" Liu Jing wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and nodded with a wry smile. The heart stayed in the property management office of the Shengying Community, and she secretly decided that she would go to the property management surnamed Liang tomorrow to inquire about the letters and other things that Lin Zhen received before committing suicide.