"Grass, Brother Hu, this car looks like it's a horse!"

In the parking space in front of the bar, a group of people were watching the new car that had just arrived at Boss Hu.

"Lao Hu, you can do it, the top configuration of this 6.8T seems to cost more than five or six million, right?"

"You know a fart, that's the price of a naked car, how can it be six million after landing!" Ming Tsai immediately mocked Xu Qiang.

"Yes, I lost a few dollars when I stepped on the accelerator, and I was scared to think about it. Hu Feng looked at this luxury car that belonged to him, and decided that it was not a big deal, and it was still cost-effective to take the subway.

"Look at Lao Tzu, don't be scratched or anything. ”

After a few words, Hu Feng turned around and returned to the bar.

Hu Feng is a little entangled now, and the car matter has been left behind.

It's Hu Mingjing's birthday in a few days, and I originally planned to send something and it would be over, but this little girl wanted to pull herself to her birthday party.

So this group of rich people is just idle eggs, and they have to go to the hotel to put on a show on their birthday.

Hu Feng still promised Hu Mingjing, and he would follow.

If you see his father, then see him, I'm afraid of a yarn, and I haven't done anything to his daughter, you don't like me mixing with your daughter, and I'm not happy that you sell her like a commodity.

Another point, Hu Feng didn't want Hu Mingjing and that Xu Jiajie to stay alone, and he knew with his leg hair that Hu Mingjing and her father would definitely invite Xu Jiajie's family to go that day.

Zla...

The female ghost suddenly appeared, interrupting Hu Feng's thoughts.

"What's wrong? Hey, I said you've changed a lot lately, is it because of my vitality?"

Hu Feng brushed away the female ghost's scattered hair, looked at the face that was still white and cold, with two bloody tears, and then observed the fatal wound on her neck.

"I feel that the wound on my neck is also shrinking, you won't slowly change back to human appearance in the back, will you? What is Lao Tzu talking about... Female ghosts are not spared. ”

Shaking his head and laughing at himself, Hu Feng continued to walk towards his room.

"Can't you wipe those two blood and tears, it's terrible to look at, a little bit of social morality. ”

As he walked, he sighed out of boredom.

"Hey... Money, money... If this building were mine, Lao Tzu would have started his business a long time ago. ”

The female ghost stood quietly in place, raised her head to look at Hu Feng's back, as if thinking about something.

Money, building, and wishes?

This building... It is a refuge for their ghosts, but also a prison and a grave for them.

They were trapped within these walls for eternity, and without Hu Feng, she would never have been able to see the outside world again.

The female ghost has also seen ghosts that have been wandering several floors upstairs, and while most of them are repeating the scene before death day after day, there are also some who have been wandering for so long that they have become irrational, like crazy beasts without any thoughts.

They are trapped in a glass box, unable to communicate with the outside world, unable to do anything, only eternal silence and silence.

But now I'm different ... You can have substantial contact with the outside world, and ...

He looked down at the specks of blood on his skirt and looked up again.

The female ghost seems to have made some decision.

After returning to his room, Hu Feng didn't see the female ghost for a day, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, anyway, this little girl is haunted every day, like a psychopath, I don't know what I'm doing, is the ghost so exciting?

But soon, Hu Feng will know what the female ghost is doing.

In the evening, the bar slowly starts to bustle and customers begin to gather here.

For many people, the Place of Confinement Chain Bar has an unparalleled magic that attracts them.

Crystal... Cheap drinks... Cheap pheasant... Cheap Drugs...

The desires of the seven deadly sins are vented here, and at the same time, they are bound by invisible chains.

You can check out and walk away at any time, but you'll never really be able to escape from here.

The deafening music sounded, and Hu Feng was still leaning on the guardrail on the second floor, looking at the crowd below, and chatting with Hu Mingjing on WeChat.

I posted a small video of the hall on the first floor and around myself.

"Miss looking for your sister, you look forward to me looking for Miss every day, right?"

"If you dare to find me, I'll wipe you off the dingka {kitchen knife}{kitchen knife}{kitchen knife}"

"You've said this threat hundreds of times, change it, sister, I'm on long vacation right now. ”

"Ah!!!!h

What's the situation?

Where did the screams come from?

"I'm going to take a shower, I've been training for a few hours today, and I'm tired, so I'm going to be a good boy who goes to bed early tonight. ”

looked down at the WeChat sent by Hu Mingjing, and then quickly replied, "Okay, go to bed early after washing, then have good night in advance, silly girl, remember to check the window and lock the door." ”

Putting away his phone, Hu Feng turned around and went back to his room, always feeling that something was wrong.

A phone rang suddenly, which startled Hu Feng.

This can't be blamed for Hu Feng's timidity, after all, it wasn't his mobile phone that rang, but the phone landline in the room rang.

And the landline, which was so dilapidated that it couldn't be used at all, was not plugged in.

"Oh, how can any kind of bird thing happen to me?"

Hu Feng muttered to himself, and the phone landline still rang non-stop.

After hesitating for a while, Hu Feng still picked up the microphone and put it to his ear.

"Hey, which way is it?"

Zrazla... Bursts of electricity filled the microphone.

Just as I was about to hang up the phone, a voice came.

"Hu... Wind.... Come up... ”

In this steel jungle, everyone is actually a beast.

The sixth of the Ten Commandments, "Thou shalt not kill."

You shall not kill...

Hu Feng was silent for a while, put down the microphone, turned around and walked out of the room, and walked out of the bar.

The air outside the bar was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and carbon dioxide.

Next door to the bar, on the other side of the building, there is a staircase access to the third floor and above.

At the top of the staircase, there is a turquoise iron door, on which various small advertisements are pasted.

There is one of the most conspicuous: "Harmony, development, integrity, fraternity, the rule of law... "It's a little hard to see in the back.

The iron door was not locked as usual, and Hu Feng pushed it open.

A pungent smell of blood.

Walking up the stairs to the third floor, the doors were open, and the smell of blood came from inside.

Hu Feng's eyes suddenly ignited dark green flames, and his hands began to condense fireballs.

But there was no danger, only corpses, corpses with their throats cut, blood gushing out of the wounds.

Retreated, Hu Feng continued to walk up.

This was true on every floor, the doors were wide open, and bodies collapsed to the ground, throats slit.

Hu Feng exhaled deeply and forced himself to calm down.

The seventh floor, the top floor, where the landlord lives.

Hu Feng walked in slowly and saw a figure standing quietly in the living room, with several black shadows slumped beside him, which should also be corpses.

The man heard the noise, and then slowly turned around, it was the landlord of the building.

He held a blood-dripping fruit knife in his hand and stared at Hu Feng in a bit of a daze.

Two bloody tears flowed from the landlord's eye sockets, and he seemed to notice it, and raised his other hand to wipe it.

When Hu Feng saw this action, a thunderbolt flashed in his heart, and he instantly understood something.

"You did it?"

"Money, building, wishes. The landlord made a hoarse voice.

Originally... That's the real ghost.

A powerful ghost created by himself.

A bag of papers fell from the sky, seemingly out of thin air from the ceiling.

Hu Feng opened it and took out a stack of contract agreements.

Property transfer agreement, personal land transfer contract.

Another ghost appeared, piercing through the ceiling.

He wears a black-rimmed glasses and a retro suit, and he looks polite.

"Fortunately, you're the first living person who can keep me in touch with the outside world. ”

The young man in the suit looked at Hu Feng and laughed.

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