Yang Luo returned home from the police station, and his insomnia was worse than before. He can't sleep at night, he can't eat sweetly, and when it gets dark, there will be ghosts in front of him.

Yang Luo couldn't tell if it was his hallucination, or if there was really a female ghost hiding behind him in the house. Wherever he went, a cold wind followed him closely. As soon as he opened his eyes in the dark, he would clearly see several female ghosts with long hair and long red tongues, smiling at him fiercely.

Yang Luo sometimes screamed hysterically in the long dark night. He wanted to scare the female ghosts away in front of him and let them know that they weren't afraid of them. But after he roared loudly, he still saw the terrifying women in front of him laughing wildly. They were dressed in white shirts, their hair was scattered around their faces, and they stretched out their long arms, wanting to come over and grab Yang Luo. Yang Luo couldn't see their blurred faces clearly, and couldn't recognize which one they were? He mustered up the courage to recognize their appearance, but suddenly found that they had no eyes, and their eyes were two large deep holes.

No wonder, Yang Luo felt that those female ghosts all looked the same, with empty and blank eyes. Their skin, white and blue, looked like dead bodies that had been soaked in the river for days. Their bodies resemble shriveled skeletons. Walking, mechanical and stiff, but extremely fast and flying freely.

No matter where Yang Luo fled in the dark, they could quickly flash in front of his eyes. For Yang Luo, the night has become a catastrophe of continuous reincarnation. He had a splitting headache, a withered countenance, a faint breath, and a great amount of sleepiness. However, he just couldn't sleep, and his nerves felt like strings that were about to break.

In the middle of the night, Yang Luo suffered painfully until he was about to reach the moment of dawn. He fell headfirst on the couch and forced himself to close his eyes. But as soon as his eyes were closed, a woman's screams sounded in his ears. The cries reverberated with each other, sometimes mixed with laughter accompanied by weeping.

Yang Luo instantly seemed to have fallen into a canyon under a cliff, and all kinds of terrifying sounds continued to echo, dragging a long echo. Suddenly, the window on the other side of the kitchen was slammed open, and a strong gust of wind mixed with a bone-chilling cold passed through the room. The window that was opened, huda huda banged against the wall, making a screeching sound.

Yang Luo was on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, trying his best to endure the fear in his heart. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that he would see something terrible again. After a while, Yang Luo smelled a scorching smell. It seems to be some kind of meat, and it smells like it has been baked. A moment later, thick black smoke billowed from the kitchen towards the living room. Yang Luo was choked by the pungent smoke and coughed, so he had to sit up from the sofa and run to the kitchen like crazy.

Yang Luo stepped into the kitchen and found that the oven in the corner was emitting clouds of black smoke. His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his scalp was uncomfortably numb. He shuddered and struggled towards the eerie oven. Who is moving his oven in the dark? He didn't bake food. He shuddered and opened the oven door, and saw a black charcoal-like body curled up on a baking tray inside.

Yang Luo picked up the gloves next to the gas stove, picked up the black charcoal on the baking tray, and came to the front to carefully identify it. He let out an "ah" and threw the black charcoal down the open window. Who put a cat in his oven? The body that had been grilled into black charcoal was a stray cat. So the screams that resounded in Yang Luo's ears before could it be made by this cat? Yang Luo's mind was like a mess, it was difficult to sort out his head, and the whole person fell into the brink of madness.

But after about half an hour, Yang Luoqi found that his empty and painful heart seemed to be comforted. He reminisced about the corpse of the dead cat just now, sniffed the smell of burnt mush on his body, and felt a long-lost pleasure in his lonely body.

After the dawn of dawn, Yang Luo walked out of the door with a pair of bloodshot eyes. He walked around the corners of the streets and among the dead grass in the parks, trying to find stray cats.

After that, at midnight, the smell of burnt paste often wafted from the corridor where Yang Luo lived. Neighbors speculated about the source of the smell and thought it was some kind of meat that had been burned. But who bakes food in the middle of the night? Someone secretly talked behind his back, thinking that this smell of unknown origin ran from Yang Luo's house. These days, as soon as the neighbors get together, they nervously guess where the burnt smell comes from.

"I live next door to Yang Luo's house, and I think that disgusting smell comes from Yang Luo's house."

"Who bakes food in the middle of the night? Young people, it is impossible to be so diligent, right? ”

"It's hard to say. During the day, I often see Yang Luo leading the homeless man back to his home. The homeless men, in rags, smelly and unkempt. I really don't understand why Yang Luo, that handsome young man, wants to associate with homeless people. ”

"That Yang Luo was indeed a handsome young man in the past. But look at him now, his eye sockets are deep, his eye sockets are blue, how thin is he? The way he looks now is simply terrifying, if you see him in the middle of the night, you will think that you have met a ghost! ”

"Alas, this young man, I can't say. But no matter what, he won't be friends with the homeless? Didn't he feel disgusting when he brought the homeless man into his home? ”

"When you said homeless, I was reminded of a piece of news I saw on the Internet recently. In our area, there have been many homeless people who have disappeared for no reason. The homeless people who used to look for food by the garbage cans are no longer nowhere to be seen. There are also photos of the missing homeless people on the Internet! ”

When the neighbors talk about this kind of thing, they always feel hairy in their hearts, and a cool breeze swishing up their spines. Everyone is saying in private that this Yangcheng is getting more and more weird, and it makes people panic everywhere.

After being silent for many days, Luo Bei finally seemed to have made up his mind and came to Yangcheng alone on a weekend night. Lin Shuang wanted to come with him, but Luo Bei refused for the first time. Luo Bei didn't say the purpose of the trip, but Lin Shuang guessed that it would probably be related to that Yang Luo.

Luo Bei still drove the big red sports car, took advantage of the night to gallop all the way to his villa. He walked into the room and lay silently on the sofa, his face grim, as if he was thinking about something.

When the hands of the clock were about to point to twelve o'clock in the morning, Luo Bei sat up from the sofa and began to walk around the room non-stop. He couldn't count how many laps he walked back and forth, and finally stopped, as if he had made a lot of determination, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on the "Didi Beating" software on the screen.

"Hey, hello, I'm Luobei. I'm trying to find a few people to help me bury a few things in the walls of a room. The location is Yangcheng, and that room is the same studio I took you to last time. ”

"Luobei, are you still leading our people this time? What more could you ask for? ”

"Well, after burying things in the wall, you have to make the wall old. Don't let people see that the wall skin is newly restored. As for the price, I will give you double the price this time, how much time it will take, you just ask. ”

"Well, thank you Luobei, you have taken care of a lot of our business, so that our company has a lot of huge time. What time do you want our people to arrive in Yangcheng? ”

"After midnight, at one o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the studio in Yangcheng on time. Your people know that they were there last time. I will be there to wait for them on time. After Luo Bei finished speaking, he hung up the phone and sat down heavily on the sofa. There was a trace of pain and pity in his eyes, but there was a look of helplessness.

Luo Bei's eyes were fixed on the hands of the clock from time to time. There are still twenty minutes left until the scheduled action time. Luo Bei got up and took a sip of water, quickly changed into a night suit, put on a pair of wide sunglasses, and walked out of the house.