I walked around the living room, but I didn't find any useful information or props. The next thing Zhang Luo wanted to investigate was the bedroom next to him.

This apartment is small in size, with only one bedroom and a narrow bathroom. If you want to investigate thoroughly, it won't be a lot of work.

Standing in front of the dark brown wooden door of the bedroom, Zhang Luo pulled out the dagger with his right hand and held it in front of his chest, and held the cold doorknob with his left hand and twisted it vigorously.

With a click, the door opened.

Before he could see what was in the bedroom, the stench of carrion hit his face, which made Zhang Luo cough. That's when --

A dark shadow stood in front of the door. Zhang Luo's eyes suddenly appeared in front of him with a human face so rotten that his bones were exposed, and his cloudy green eyes happened to look at him, and a trace of blood flowed from his eye sockets.

Then, the guy who hung upside down from the ceiling fell down like a puddle of mud on the brown wood floor.

"Poor fellow."

After encountering an unexpected situation, Zhang Luo did not rush into the bedroom, but first observed the corpse that fell from above.

Unlike the polite man who was killed by himself just now, this person was dressed in black, with a fierce face and a distorted expression, and he didn't look like a good stubble.

"At this level of decay, I've been dead for at least half a month."

Zhang Luo turned the body over, fumbled through the other party's pockets, trying to find something like identification, and then quickly found a crumpled white piece of paper with a jagged irregular crack at the top, apparently torn from somewhere.

When I opened the paper, the contents of it simply and crudely marked the person's identity:

"Wanted."

"Walter. Gable. Robbers, murderers, possession of firearms, extremely dangerous. ”

"Report his movements to the police and you can get a fifty thousand dollar bounty. Los Angeles Police Department. ”

Underneath a few lines of English is a headshot of a frowning man, and although the corpse's face is half rotten, the person who appears in the photo is undoubtedly the same person as the corpse.

"Hmmm......"

Realizing that the person who died here was a wanted criminal, Zhang Luo couldn't help frowning slightly.

-- Judging from the old layout of the house and the "Los Angeles Police Department" on the wanted notice, the time and place where I am currently located is probably in an apartment building in Los Angeles between 1990 and 2000, which is completely different from the location of the first act. Now, though, that's not the point......

If he was a murderous murderer, why did he die in the bedroom of this building? Was it killed by the man just now?

But with this person's physique, if it was a burglary, the man in the jacket with a long knife just now basically had no chance of winning.

- Was he hung from the ceiling?

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo walked past the corpse into the bedroom, looked up at the ceiling, but found that there was nothing on it.

Like the living room and hallway, the walls in the bedroom are covered in flesh-colored wallpaper. Needless to say, there wasn't any place to hang anything on the ceiling, and there were no traps or pulleys on the bedroom door. So here's the question:

"How did this thing fall from above......" Zhang Luo thoughtfully touched the skull mask on his face.

He couldn't be mistaken, the corpse had indeed fallen from above, but there was no device on it to hang the corpse, and there were no ropes or hooks on the corpse.

So why did this corpse fall from above?

After thinking for a moment, I couldn't think of any reliable explanation. Zhang Luo decisively put the question aside for the time being and began to check the situation inside the bedroom.

There was only a single bed in the bedroom, a small bedside table next to the bed, a wooden wardrobe against the wall facing the bed, and nothing else.

The bedroom window, also blocked by bloody flesh, had some wriggling tentacles growing on it.

Since his combat power had decreased a lot in the dream realm, Zhang Luo naturally didn't get close to those things, but just stood two meters away and observed, trying to confirm whether these pieces of meat were related to the evil gods from the universe.

"It doesn't feel like it......" he shook his head.

-- Zhang Luo, who had entered the state of possession of the evil god twice, could completely see that this piece of flesh was completely different from the temporary body created by the evil god.

The piece of flesh blocking the window does not have the quality of chaos and evil, but is more like a normal structure in the body of a living being.

But if that's the case......

Zhang Luo was thinking, but there was a feeling of numbness on the scalp, which caused goosebumps on the back of his neck.

Under the influence of the ghost's premonition, he turned back suddenly, and immediately saw a gloomy figure standing behind him-

"Bell!"

Rich combat experience, at this moment, he once again saved Zhang Luo's life. Before he could see the other party's appearance clearly, he had already subconsciously raised the dagger in his hand and blocked the other party's head-on slash.

The "Ripper", who kicked the opponent in the abdomen and wore a skull mask, strode forward, stabbed the opponent through the heart with a dagger, and slashed down by the way.

There was a bang, and the blood that spurted out suddenly stained the bedroom wallpaper.

After suffering the fatal blow, the attacker, wearing a jacket and trousers, fell to the ground again weakly.

――The reason why I say "again" is because this person is obviously the same person who was killed by Zhang Luo at the door of the toilet before!

"What the hell, are they twins?"

Looking at the still bleeding corpse on the ground, the confusion in Zhang Luo's heart became even thicker.

The guy who suddenly attacked this time was exactly the same as the man he had killed just now. Although it can be explained by "twin brothers", in addition to the appearance and costumes, even the weapons are exactly the same, which is obviously a bit unreasonable.

The weapon used by this person is still the bloodstained long knife, could it be that it was picked up from the corpse of the "brother"?

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo walked out of the bedroom quickly, walked through the living room and returned to the corridor in front of the toilet door, and then immediately found a surprising phenomenon:

The body that had fallen at the door of the toilet was gone, along with the blood that flowed. disappeared completely, and even made Zhang Luo wonder if he had hallucinated just now!

"What's going on?"

Seeing the strange scene, Zhang Luo immediately realized that this room was probably even stranger than he had thought before.

Everything that just happened, although it was a bit like a supernatural phenomenon. But Zhang Luo always felt that something was not quite right. In his opinion, the room was more ...... than haunted

Thinking of some strange possibility, he bent down and began to "touch the corpse and pick up the equipment" as is customary.

In addition to the same cigarettes and lighters as before, a note appeared in the corpse's pocket, still in beautiful English in flowing gold:

"Only you can fully tolerate me, and I will never leave you, dear."

After reading the content of the note, Zhang Luo casually stuffed the note into his pocket, then stood up and sighed meaningfully:

"Maybe that guess has come true, right? If that's the case...... I should be able to find a way to prove my point. ”

After speaking, he suddenly pulled out his dagger again and stabbed it against the wall beside him.