Zhao Haipeng's eyes when he looked at Cai Okra were changing sharply, he went from embarrassment at the beginning, to accident, and then to fear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

How could he be frightened? I was puzzled, and even thought that Zhao Haipeng was afraid of women.

But then, I understood Zhao Haipeng's reaction.

Because at this time, I suddenly found that Zhao Haipeng actually didn't look at Cai Okra at all, his eyes passed through Cai Okra's face, and the focus was not on Cai, but on the building behind Reporter Cai...... Villa?

In surprise, I also looked back at the two-story American-style villa planned by the TV station.

The villa is located on the outskirts of the city, which is also a newly developed wealthy area.

From the outside, the villa is two stories high, with big red paint walls, American-style western-style buildings, and fence gates are also a typical combination of soil and ocean, and angels and carps with wings are painted everywhere, giving people a slightly local tyrant feeling.

The inside and outside of the "gatehouse" were brightly lit, so I and everyone immediately saw that the main entrance of the villa had been opened at some point, and a white door light shot out from the inside.

The light was straight, forming a white circle of light like a machete hitting the ground, and at the angle between the crack of the door and the aperture, there was a pool of blood, slowly seeping out of the door!

The glow reflects the blood, and it is particularly conspicuous.

"Blood!" Cai Okra was the first to lose her voice, although she was flustered for a while, but after all, she was a reporter who participated in the recording of rule of law programs all year round, so she calmed down as soon as possible, and then took out the phone and began to call the police.

Facing the sticky blood droplets that slowly flowed from the crack in the door to the steps of the villa's entrance, Zhao Haipeng and I only reacted after Cai Okra's shout.

Everything in front of me makes me feel that although the villa planned by the TV station is a rich area, after all, it is far away from the main city, and it is inevitable that there will be some petty theft, and even bad will encounter robbers and robbers.

Judging from the various signs in front of us, the TV station planner recommended by reporter Cai may have suffered such misfortune.

After the nervousness of the first reaction, I took my own judgment and planning, turned around and said to Cai Okra and Zhao Shuihe, who was a little panicked:

"You get into my car first to hide, lock the car door, Brother Zhao and I will go to the villa to take a look, without me, don't get out of the car, the road is not right for you to run." ”

After explaining this, Zhao Haipeng and I ran to the trunk of the car, took out the wrench and sleeve extension rod for changing tires, threw the wrench to Lao Zhao first, and then clenched the stick-shaped extension rod in his hand.

The guy was ready, and this old Zhao Cai and I walked to the TV station planner's villa one after the other.

Before coming, in order to meet the needs of the closer, Cai Okra and I specially learned about the basic situation of this planner.

According to reporter Cai, the program planner of this TV station is called "Wang Shuang", and he is the person in charge of tourism and cultural programs of our city station. Because I happen to be in the same school as Reporter Cai, I have a good relationship and can talk very well.

A few days ago, when reporter Cai brought catfish and cabbage to my restaurant for a "buffet", I was interested in seeing this program planner, although I was not impressed, but I could also recall a little that it was a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, a mustache, and a little serious.

In addition, Cai Okra also said that the planner has a good family background, and has a beautiful wife and ten-year-old son, who should also be at home now.

...... Recall this information. At the same time, I lowered my head at the same time, looking at the viscous blood that gradually flowed from the cracks in the wooden door of the villa, and my brows were locked tightly.

Judging by the current situation, this family of three may be more auspicious.

With this apprehension, Zhao Haipeng and I came to the mahogany door of this villa one after the other, stood in front of the cement steps, and made a little mental preparation.

Because Zhao Haipeng's right hand was injured, I volunteered to protect him behind him, hit his head in advance, and gently pushed open the wooden door of the villa.

The solid wood door was heavy and hard, and I moved with relative lightness, so it was only after a long "......babbling" sound that I opened a crack that allowed me to stick my head in.

After that, the door suddenly ...... Can't open it?!

The wooden door touched my fingertips, and there was a feeling of blockage, as if there was something behind it.

This discovery surprised me, but also like a trigger, so that the "sword spirit" bamboo poem in my mind sounded a "buzzing", low and trembling chirp.

Zhu Shi warned, and I quickly stopped continuing.

The sound of Weng Ming in Zhushi this time is completely different from the sound when I meet the demon, although I can't understand her exact meaning, but I can feel the emotions she expressed towards me.

Is that...... Fear!, the bamboo poem in my head...... Actually scared?

Knowing Zhu Shi's emotions, I was inevitably scared.

I can't help but wonder, what is it behind the wooden door that is blocking my movement?

You must know that the ghost girl Zhushi is a "ghost of injustice" who lives on the body of a seven-hundred-year-old family heirloom sword, something that can make her feel fear...... Either you are more wronged than her, or you are worse than her!

With this judgment, my hand pushing the door suddenly stiffened, and the whole person involuntarily retreated backwards.

Something that can make Zhu Shi feel fear, hovering in this villa, and continuing to rush in, I am afraid that his life will be in danger.

So for the sake of the safety of Zhao Haipeng and all of us, I changed my mind, immediately turned around, waved at Zhao Haipeng, who was still behind me, and signaled to go back first, what's the matter, wait for the police to come!

turned around, waved his hand, and retreated, but at the moment when I just walked to Zhao Haipeng's side, I suddenly heard a dull sound of something hitting the ground behind the solid wooden door.

Instinctively, I turned back and shielded myself with the extension rod of the wrench while looking in the direction the sound was coming from......

Between the viscous blood in the cracks of the wooden door...... I see a trembling human hand?

As far as the eye could see, I saw that the hand was clutching the frame of the wooden door, and that something had knocked out a finger between the flesh and skin, showing the devastation he had suffered.

The owner of the hand is apparently still alive, so there is also a vague "help" coming from the door.

I admit that I am selfish, but I am not the kind of guy who will not be saved, so after hearing this, I hesitated for a moment, feeling worthy of our own conscience.

At the critical moment, if you can do your best, it is better to help.

So, I turned around and ran to the other side of the door, covering my head with my hand while searching for a possible survivor in the door.

After entering the house sideways, I first turned my head behind the door of the villa, and in the thick smell of blood, I suddenly saw a heart-wrenching tragic image. (To be continued.) )