"Big brother driver." I turned and walked over, remembering the last time the taxi driver died in the trunk. So I nervously asked, "Where are you?" You okay? ”

I asked, and walked.

Before I knew it, I was in the trunk. This time, there was no blood oozing from the trunk, but it could not be ruled out that the driver could have been killed or even stuffed inside.

In the middle of the night, this place belongs to the barren mountains and mountains, but don't really scare me.

I folded my hands and bowed reverently to the trunk before carefully reaching out and trying to open it.

Actually, I was a little scared, so my eyes were slightly closed.

It wasn't until I opened the trunk that I took a long breath and tried to open my eyes. But just then, something was on my shoulder.

It felt soft, clinging to my shoulder, close to my cheek.

What's that?

My whole being instantly felt like I was plasticized.

But there are some things that are still faced. So I turned my head secretly, and out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over, first at all.

I saw that it was a human hand on my shoulder. Under the reflection of the bright moonlight, this hand was a little unusually white, almost able to be described as pale.

What's the back of a person, or what?

Thinking about it, my scalp gradually tingled, and there seemed to be a lot of static electricity lingering on my face.

I can't even breathe in a long breath.

For a few seconds, I went through an inner struggle that seemed like centuries ago, and then I turned back. The neck is stiff, and it really takes a lot of courage to twist it.

Looking back, I realized that the guy who was standing behind me turned out to be the driver.

"You're not dead!" I breathed a long sigh of relief, so I didn't think about it, and said without holding back.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't bother with me, but smiled bitterly and said, "Do I look like such a short-lived person?" ”

"Okay. Not really. Don't talk about that. Where did you just go? I gently took his hand.

"No! I'm going to relieve myself. He said as he walked to the front of the car, "Well, if there's nothing to do, I'll have to go first." ”

Just as he was about to step into the car, his head had already poked in, but he turned around again.

"Anything else?" I couldn't help but ask.

He frowned secretly, and said to me quite worriedly: "Actually, I told you secretly, it's really dark here." As a matter of conscience, if you don't lack this money, quit your job early. ”

From the unobtrusive seriousness on his face, I could tell he knew a lot of things.

In order to quickly investigate the truth, I walked over, grabbed his arm, and asked, "Do you know anything?" ”

He hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, before he looked up at me and whispered, "There are some things I don't know if I should say to you." ”

"What words? You said. I wondered.

He shrank out completely, leaned against the car, looked at me with some despair, then turned his head to look at the building, and said, "Actually, since I came to work, I have heard that there is a ghost in this building. ”

After speaking, he hesitated for a long time.

Then, he raised his right hand, patted my arm gently, and said, "Little brother." Brother told you that you are still young. In fact, there are some things, if you don't care about yourself, you have to learn to protect yourself. Got it? ”

I smiled and said, "So if something similar happens to me or my relatives in the future, and others stand by and watch, how will I feel?" ”

My position is already firm.

He looked at me solemnly for a few seconds, and then said "okay" regretfully, got in the car, and drove away.

After watching the Audi leave, I turned around and walked into the building.

What follows is not only the horrors that may happen in this mansion tonight. It is more likely that I will have to directly face the first suspect I currently think - Zhao Qi.

Why do I think it's him?

Because he lied. At that time, Zhang Guo and I had no argument at all, but why did he confess in front of the police like that? Either way, I'm going to ask him for clarification.

When I got to the first floor, I subconsciously remembered what they said last time, that at night, things would happen here that shouldn't be seen with the naked eye.

In fact, when I walked in, I didn't feel anything unusual except that it felt like hell in the place.

What's more, it's too empty here, and the decoration is too cold and white. The whole environment always gave me a very unreal feeling.

I made it to the security room without any problems.

As soon as he walked in, he met Zhao Qi. Because Zhao Qi was still sitting there, as motionless as wood, and his eyes were always staring at the door.

He was also startled when he saw me walk in.

This reaction is purely normal. However, the possibility that he was the murderer cannot be ruled out.

Because if he was a murderer, he would be worried that the ghost would come back to ask for his life, right?

When I saw him, I smiled rather far-fetchedly, stopped, and asked, "Why are you still here alone?" ”

He took a long breath and told me, "In four days, I will be able to be completely free." ”

If he wasn't a murderer, it would really be admirable. For that seven thousand and a half dollars, gamble with your life for four days! It's hard enough.

When I thought of this, I immediately remembered my second suspect, Mr. Zhuang.

In fact, it is also possible that he planned this incident. It is deliberately designed to save such a small security fee. There is this possibility, after all, rich people have such quirks.

Or for the sake of hype, taking human life or something.

I was thinking crankily as I walked in.

"Eh, aren't our security suits here?" I asked Zhao Qi.

He sighed with relief and said, "No." I'm going to change in the locker room at the end of the hallway. The baton or something is in there, too. But it's just the two of us here tonight, so if it's okay, don't mess around. ”

Hearing this last sentence, I turned my head to look at him suspiciously.

I just want to see if he has good intentions or if he has other intentions!

But from his expression, which can be described as wooden, I don't see the slightest clue. From his deep eyes, it can be seen that the heart behind him should be full of despair.

So he can't be a murderer, right?

But if not, why lie to the police?

I pressed my hand on the table, touched it, and walked slowly towards him.

"Zhao Qi." I whispered his name.

Instead of looking back at me, he continued to stare at the door and asked, "What's the matter?" ”