When Gao Wuxuan took out the corpse's coat pocket and dipped it in blood, Ning Ting and the two who were crowded in the corner also helped each other to stand up.

It's just that judging from their faces, they are still full of uneasiness, and they are all hurriedly dodging when they meet Gao Wuxian's gaze.

However, it is also normal.

He had only been in this house for half an hour, and he had two lives on his hands.

Although one of them was his own, it was scary enough.

What's more, his current composition, from the perspective of these two people, is not a psychopath holding a gun?

Whoever is here is not afraid?

Thinking of this, Gao Wuxian let out a dry laugh at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't plan to put the gun away.

After all, he was first attacked by the deceitful former cannibal, and then beaten with an iron rod by himself, if it weren't for this pistol, he would have died a long time ago.

Only a weapon that is held in the hand can be called a weapon.

Otherwise, it's just a burning stick.

"Hurry up."

Gao Wuxian stepped over the threshold, and the bloodstains outside the door should be able to give some information.

However, his words before going out made Ning Ting's hands tighten, and Xu Jiaming, who was being helped up by them, was pinched by the flesh of his shoulder.

"Tap, please......"

Once again, Xu Jiaming had given up resisting, and after muttering a few words inarticulately, he stood up on his feet as if he was fated.

It's just that the tingling pain in his crotch still doesn't go away, mixed with the pain in his mouth, which makes him frown uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Seeing Gao Wuxuan walking out of the room, Ning Ting's voice was a little louder when she apologized to Xu Jiaming.

After all, looking at this neuropathy is still quite sober now, it shouldn't suddenly fall ill.

"Okay, okay, no need to apologize, let's follow that god......"

Xu Jiaming was halfway through his words, when he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly swallowed the remaining words into his stomach.

"Yes, yes, let's keep up with him."

"Although he ......" The other person who was holding Xu Jiaming's shoulder pointed to his head, and continued with a pale face: "But we can rely on him now." ”

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Chen You."

Gao Wuxiao was not interested in the conversation of the three people in the house, so naturally he did not go out of his way to listen.

Now he was walking down the hallway, following the blood on the ground.

As soon as he left the door, he noticed a discrete trail of blood on the ground, reminiscent of another severed limb that had been killed.

This bloodstain must have been left by another him.

Stopping in front of the deep staircase, Gao Wuxian had no expression on his face.

There is a window at the top of the staircase, from which the warm orange and yellow light of the setting sun falls, but only illuminates the small half of the staircase.

Tiny dust fluttered in the setting sun, and a little bit of bright red blood clotted on the stairs.

He came downstairs, but why did he force his way upstairs even when his calf was gone?

Gao Wuxiao's eyes narrowed, and his instinct told him that he must not go down, there must be something waiting for him downstairs.

"But isn't there a window at the entrance to the stairway? Why didn't 'I' try to jump out of the window? ”

Gao Wuxiao walked to the window, and his gaze fell over the wide open glass window to the concrete floor downstairs, where there was nothing unusual.

Even the barbecue restaurant where he borrowed the folding stool is still open for business.

Didn't they hear the gunshots?

Doubts lingered in his heart, and Gao Wuxian gave up the idea of jumping out of the window, even though his physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people.

But he didn't dare to bet that jumping from the fourth floor would break a leg? Or something worse.

While Gao Wuxiao was looking at the scenery outside the window, Xu Jiaming and the three of them also walked out of room 404 together after a friendly exchange.

The three of them who were flustered calmed down a little after seeing Gao Wuxian, but they still didn't dare to get too close.

Xu Jiaming, who was a little bolder, pestle the iron rod he had picked up, hesitated for a moment, and was just about to ask Gao Wuxuan if he had found anything.

Gao Wuxian turned around and walked towards him.

"Keep up with me."

Gao Wuxiao's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the three of them to follow as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

He didn't plan to go directly to the third floor now, because this was an old-fashioned residential building, so the corridor was not long, and the doors facing each other were only five sides.

He still remembered the middle-aged man who dropped the flower pot from the window and asked for help, thinking that the strange tower should not have been formed at that time.

If he had stayed in the house, he would still be alive by now.

Back in room 404, Gao Wuxiao came to the balcony and found the familiar trash can from here.

Looking to the left from room 404, the distance between the trash can and this room should be about 20 meters.

The area of room 404 is about 100 square meters.

Gao Wuxiao made a simple calculation and got the house number of the room where the middle-aged man was.

"It should be at 402."

Gao Wuxian muttered to himself, and then he walked past the three of them, and walked towards room 402 without looking back.

It was his actions that made Ning Ting uneasy, why did she come back when she was out?

Could it be that he is sick again?

After experiencing everything just now, she only had a deep fear for this boy who should only be in his twenties.

For fear that he would understand himself as soon as he raised his gun.

However, among the three, Xu Jiaming, who was already a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water, didn't think too much, and when he saw Gao Wuxian leaving, he also followed awkwardly with an iron rod.

Gao Wuxian's kick, he has not recovered until now.

Behind him, Ning Ting and Chen You glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

Gao Wuxian stopped in front of the door of room 402, and looked left and right and did not find anything abnormal.

He was a little curious about what the middle-aged man was so frightened that he threw a flower pot for help.

It stands to reason that the tower had not yet been generated at that time.

Click~

With a burst of chaotic footsteps, the three of them also came behind Gao Wuxian, but Xu Jiaming, who was the first to plan to follow him, fell last because of the stinging pain in his crotch.

When he turned around and saw the three of them coming, Gao Wuxuan no longer hesitated, raised his leg and kicked the door hard.

Bang!

With a dull loud thud, the door of Room 402 recessed a large chunk.

Seeing that Gao Wuxian was in a hurry, the three people behind him hurriedly took two steps back, for fear that this neurotic would suddenly burst out and attack them.

As soon as the foot fell, Gao Wuxiao felt that his calf was shocked and a little numb.

Although his physical fitness is now far beyond ordinary people, he can't do such a thing as tearing down the iron door with his bare hands for the time being.

Gao Wuxian shook his head, gripped the Desert Eagle with both hands, and aimed his gun at the door lock and pulled the trigger.

The gunshots fell, and the door lock was pierced by bullets.

Gao Wuxiao reached out and grabbed the doorknob and pushed and pulled, and the door of No. 402 was humiliated and opened by him with a creak.

Gao Wuxian held the doorknob in one hand and the gun in the other, and slowly pushed the door inward.

Tick – tick – tick –

What fell into Gao Wuxiao's ears was the rhythmic sound of water droplets.