After drinking the water, Fu Jia asked them to go first, and then called the housekeeping service while waiting to sit on the sofa and play games.

After a while, someone came to the door, checked the information with Fu Jia, and then began to clean.

They moved quickly, first tearing off the membranes of furniture and electrical appliances one by one, wiping the places where fingerprints were left, and then began to mop the floor.

During the halftime of the game, Fu Jia looked up and took a look, saw that they were well organized, put his mind at ease, and was about to continue the game, when he saw someone pushing the bedroom door, he quickly got up to stop it.

"Don't worry about the bedroom, just clean up the outside."

The housekeeper was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry Mr. Fu." ”

The room was new, and he subconsciously thought that the bedroom had been fitted with new things.

Fu Jia waved his hand, the people he brought, he only let them into the living room and kitchen, and they needed to be installed in the toilet, he put the things aside, and planned to bring people when Chu Hanxing was there.

Although he came to deliver something, he always felt offended in his heart without Chu Hanxing's consent.

Forty minutes later, after the housekeeping was finished and left with the bucket, Fu Jia walked around the living room, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he was ready to close the door handle inside.

But as soon as the others stepped out, the door seemed to have a suction force, and they closed it themselves.

No matter how you look at it, it's a little impatient.

Fu Jia looked at his hand, looked at the door again, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the door and sent it to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi, who was contacting Gao Min, glanced at the news and rolled his eyes.

Mr. Fu: [Three seconds, I want the same paragraph.] 】

Xiao Yi closed his eyes, I see you like a door.

Xiao Yi: [Roger.] 】

Fu Jia put away his mobile phone with satisfaction and sneezed, he was a little puzzled: "I have a cold and sneezing on the top of my head, could it be that I have a cold?" ”

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Su Shan knocked on the door of Chu Hanxing's house, and after waiting for a while, no one answered, and no one opened the door, so he left.

She came to fulfill the contract, Chu Hanxing saved her life, and she worked for Chu Hanxing.

Unable to find anyone, she inquired about the location of Gao Min's studio and went directly.

When Su Shan arrived at the studio, Gao Min was discussing with the designer with the drawings, she stepped forward to say hello, Gao Min said "wait a minute", and stuffed a blue cloth bag into her arms with a phone bill.

"There is an official seal here, as well as an application form, the publicity period is coming, you go and get the business license back today."

Su Shan's eyes widened: "You let me get a business license?!" I'm an artist by profession, right! ”

Gao Min patted his head, "You didn't say I almost forgot." ”

Su Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and she said-

"This is a labor contract, this is an artist agency contract, the labor contract is signed for two months, there is no probation period, the artist agency contract lasts for three years, I drafted it according to your conditions, the pen is here, sign it."

Gao Min pushed the pen over, didn't look at Su Shan, and continued to bow his head to discuss with the designer.

Su Shan opened the contract incredibly, as soon as the date of the labor contract arrived, the brokerage contract would take effect immediately, no matter how you look at it, she can be squeezed alone!

"No, I won't sign it!"

Su Shan put the contract on the ground, hugged his arms, and his face was full of unhappiness.

She is also a popular female star, with millions of fans, and now she is actually asked to run in the field, does Gao Min have a problem with her brain?

She is willing to fulfill the agreement, and it is impossible to let her do this kind of work!

Su Shan lost his temper, and Gao Min was not annoyed.

She pointed to the design drawings and confirmed with the designer what to place here, but did not look up: "How do you think your life was saved?" ”

Gao Min's voice was neither salty nor light, but Su Shan's nerves suddenly tensed.

She picked at her palms, her chest rose and fell, her cheeks gradually reddened, and she was inexplicably ashamed.

After a while, she picked up the pen, signed her name on the last page of the contract, took the initiative to find the ink and pressed the handprint, picked up the blue cloth pocket, and went to the industrial and commercial office to get the business license.

When she left, Gao Min slowly straightened up, looking at the direction she was leaving, with an indifferent expression.

When you ask for something, you dare to say anything, you dare to make any oath, once the matter has passed, you feel that it is not a big deal at that time, and the memory is like that of an old man, what you said at the beginning, the oath you made, gradually blurred and forgotten.

Gao Min opened the contract, stared at the handprint on the last page, and hooked his lips slightly.

There is nothing so good in the world.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ling Xuan took advantage of the night to come to the eighteenth floor, and as soon as the elevator opened, he seemed to feel something in his heart, and raised his hand to calculate.

Ren Yin, Xinhai, Ding Mao, Gengxu, have to die empty.

Empty death, empty death, for the incident he asked, isn't the focus on an empty word?

"Absent?" Ling Xuan muttered, "Choose an auspicious day to plant the kernel you gave tonight, I originally wanted you to take a look at ...... together."

He didn't even get out of the elevator, just pressed the first floor and left.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the lights of the residents of Zijin Academy were extinguished one by one, most of them fell asleep, and the eighteenth floor was completely quiet.

Downstairs, the hour hand of Big Ben points to twelve, and in the evening, the time when the yin air is at its strongest.

Clang, clang, something bulky was dragging on the ground.

The sound of dragging echoed in the corridor, the moonlight poured out of the window, and pieces of light hit the ground, and the walls illuminated the corridor, but there was no one.

Clang, clang, the dragged thing was not lifted, and it hit the steps again and again, still making a muffled and heavy clanging sound.

Finally, the man finished the stairs and reached the eighteenth floor.

He was still dragging it, but the clanging sound became sizzling, like something sharp and sharp, and it could spark.

As he moved, the moonlight on the wall reflected his figure.

With his broad back slightly bent slightly, about half a meter wide, he bent over and came to the gate 18-21.

His height was on the same level as the house number, and he leaned in and stared at the house number for a moment, as if to make sure he had made a mistake.

After a while, he settled down, stood up completely straight, and lifted up what he had been dragging.

It's a bloodstained axe.

His body was completely covered in moonlight, and the top of his head and the ceiling of the corridor were next to each other, estimated to be more than two meters tall.

He took a step back, raised his axe in both hands, and slashed at the door.

With a bang, the residents downstairs habitually pulled the quilt to cover their heads, smacked their lips and continued to sleep.

One, two, three...

It wasn't until the first rooster crows that the sound stopped.

The clang was gone, and the house spirit came out of the refrigerator, looked at the good door, and muttered: "It's really not fair..."

……

Everyone found out successively that Chu Hanxing didn't seem to be in Linqi City, and the last person who saw her was a police officer from the police station, and when Fu Jia wanted to call the police according to the missing person, he was stopped by Gao Min.

No one has checked her travel records, Ling Xuan's divination is always a landscape, and no one knows where she went or where she is.