Ajia recovered from a complete collapse in fear, gasping for air. He finally slowly stood up against the door frame, squinting at the cold corpse hand......

That...... Certainly not toy hands...... It is a broken arm that is replaced like a fake.

God, who put it down? Who infiltrated their own units? Whose severed arm does it belong to? All kinds of strange and unfathomable questions forced Ah Jia, and his mind went blank, except for thinking of the most critical and dangerous thing......

How could that person sneak into his house?

Ajia suddenly remembered what Ali had just said telling him not to take a drink...... Why did he say that? Does he know? So, is this a prank?

Ah Jia lost his mind and pressed the button of "Record", and scolded: "Damn, what are you doing to put your hands in the refrigerator, is it fun......"

When the 36-second recording of the curse was transmitted, Ali did not listen to it and sent a new message.

"I'm lonely, can you watch TV with me?"

Ajia didn't dare to look directly at the white hand in the refrigerator, focusing on the dilapidated TV. What the hell is wrong with Ali, and he told him to go to the refrigerator to find something

Ajia made the worst decision of his life, and that made him regret his decision.

Because of Ali's information, he subconsciously pressed the switch of the TV, and the picture made him throw his phone on the floor and make a "pop" sound.

How can it be......

The TV screen actually showed a fixed picture, instead of a soap opera screen that was played back hundreds of thousands of times in the middle of the night.

Ali's smiling face.

His face was pale, and a hole had pierced through his mouth, which ran through his throat, as if caused by some kind of hard tube or bullet, and his mouth was bloody...... His eyes looked up, revealing a strange and exaggerated smile

The point is, he must have died.

Ali is dead.

Ali, who was on the phone with him, is dead.

At present, Ajia has come to a clear conclusion in a short period of time.

Ali's death was the same as that of Hao and As, with an unknown object piercing his mouth. The way of death of Hao and As's has been perverted...... And Ali ......

After Ali was killed, he was even photographed by the murderer...... And then...... And then......

Then the murderer came to Ajia's house and tuned the TV to the DVD channel.

Because, at this moment, Ah Jia witnessed a DVD player playing under the TV......

Ajia lay on the ground in a frenzy, and Ali's death was particularly thrilling in the dark unit. He stared goosebumps at the still open refrigerator, and at this time, he understood everything.

Or, it is necessary for him to understand everything.

The middle finger of that hand wears a silver ring.

That is, Ali's hand.

This murderer probably killed both Hao and As, and the three deceased have only one thing in common: they plotted to murder the girl together.

The only surviving conspirator is himself.

That's why the psychopathic murderer came to Ajia's house with the video and Ali's hand. He played the image of Ali's death, turned off the TV, and put the corpse in the refrigerator, waiting for Ajia to find out......

"Wow! Depend on! Depend on! Ah Jia's heart was beating violently, and he couldn't accept the extremely sick fact in front of him.

That person, came to this unit.

Perhaps, he never left.

The phone shook again, and Ah Jia once again witnessed a message from Ali from the screen. On this night, the phone became synonymous with "shock".

Ali is dead, so who is using Ali's mobile phone to talk to him on the phone at this moment......

"Now, it's just you."

When Ah Jia lifted his mobile phone, he had lost the ability to think rationally - the impact was too serious.

Someone is hunting him down......

Someone is hunting him down......

Now, it's just you left.

In fact, he had already rushed into the bedroom in a state of collapse, and closed the door with a "bang", locking it.

The out-of-body Ah Jia pressed the recording and covered up his extreme fear by swearing: "Damn! Fuck you! Who exactly are you! ”

The room returned to an eerie silence, as if nothing had happened. "Ali" has read his message, but has not yet responded.

Suddenly, somewhere in the room, there was a strange sound of metal rubbing.

"Bang. Cha. Cha. ”

It's like ...... It's like the sound of sharpening knives.

A sudden and terrifying feeling rushed into Ah Jia's body, how could there be such a sound in the room?

"Bang. Cha. Cha. ”

The frightened Ajia could only determine that it was a voice from within the room, but could not find the source. He gasped and looked around, but found nothing unusual......

"Bang. Cha. Cha. The strange grinding sound became more and more obvious, and an indescribable weirdness took over the man's body. After all, Ah Jia couldn't accept this kind of mental torment, and shouted loudly: "Who! ”

Two seconds of silence.

Two seconds is the last time Ah Jia can calm down.

From the moment he returned home to the last moment, the confused Ah Jia didn't notice the transparent glass door of the wardrobe in the dark.

The wardrobe is placed at the head of the bed, and the two doors are made of thin transparent glass to make it beautiful, and anyone can see the closed interior through the glass.

Why did Ah Jia find out at this time, it was because of a sentence coming from the closet.

That's not anyone's voice...... It's not Ali...... Not a stranger......

It's yourself.

That sentence is exactly the "who" that I just spit out of my mouth.

The man, recorded on the phone. He is "Ali".

In the darkness, Ajia finally saw the person in the closet clearly.

His face was pressed against the glass door, staring at him through the glass. His eerie smile and pale face...... Holding a shiny phone in his right hand...... And also......

A fountain pen in the left hand.

"Bang. Cha. Cha. ”

It's not him, it's him.

The man, who had been hiding in the closet, stared at him quietly.

In November, the hot summer of the gray city fades, ushering in a cool autumn, and the light yellow of dusk is sprinkled in every corner of the city. The sun is still warm, and the lonely forest has regained some warmth.

Zhiyun shuttles through the sea of people on the streets of online education, and before the end of work, the streets and alleys are not crowded, so that they know how to breathe the air of the city.

Nothing has happened in the past two months, perhaps Zhiyun was overly worried. Since the day I met the foreign man, I haven't encountered anything weird, and I haven't seen the crazy man talking to himself...... Perhaps, it is because she avoids night shopping, or maybe because of the boy she met, which adds a lot of security to her heart.

The girl stopped in front of the Kee porridge shop, and there were few customers at the porridge shop during the afternoon tea time, and there was only a bald man and the man in the coat at the moment.

"Meow." The small figure next to the door of the shop pounced in front of the girl, stepped on the yellow slippers, and licked her snow-white legs.

"Cats." Zhiyun smiled, bent down and stroked Bai Ya's furry back. In the past two months, I have often encountered a kitten on the online education street, and its hind leg injury has fully recovered, and its body is much stronger. Today, Aga once again put him out on the streets...... What to wait for others to feed chocolate, it is really unclear.

Bai Ya suddenly left Zhiyun, and rushed into the crowd with an arrow, Zhiyun was no longer worried that it would be trampled by pedestrians, and nothing had happened in the past two months anyway.

The door of the store with the word "Welcome" was opened, and the nearest two-person booth was still occupied by the regular customers.

The boy raised his head and smiled kindly at the young girl in a black shirt: "You dress like this in autumn." ”

Zhijun was wearing a plain blue T-shirt and a short skirt, and she was still wearing a black cold shirt outside. The boy was wearing a pair of jeans, still wearing the same black cloth jacket. Originally, Zhiyun just didn't have to go to class that day, so she wandered around, but who knew that she really ran into this boy.

"Hey, you, aren't you a bad young man, don't you need to go to school?" Zhiyun sat down and stared at the chicken porridge and half a cup of soy milk on the table, which he had never eaten before—he didn't eat it every time, and only drank half of it.

Ah Jia smiled lightly, and the pen in his hand turned quickly: "Miss Zhiyun, aren't you the same?" ”

Ever since that encounter in the park, the girl has become curious about the college student. In the tens of days that followed, she often met the boy alone at the Genji porridge shop, and sometimes she would walk into the porridge shop and chat with him, and the two became familiar with each other. However, whenever he talked about background or something, the boy would not answer directly, but just smiled indifferently.