Zhao Hai stood at the entrance of the downstairs with his hands in his pockets, looking down indifferently.

The light stayed on the second floor, and I don't know why it never came up.

After a long time, Zhao Hai sneered.

"Scare me?"

——

Mo Zhenzhen hung up the phone, put down the binoculars in her hand, and she could see everything in the room from the clean glass window.

The cold breath seemed to be there, Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and opened them again, and she was still the only one in the room.

Why? Why is she still haunted by ghosts when she sticks to the door god?

Mo Zhenzhen didn't understand, but she didn't act rashly.

Take a bath, change clothes, take care of your skin, watch TV and go to bed.

The cold breath followed like a shadow, Mo Zhenzhen lay on the bed with her eyes closed, and her mind kept thinking about the ghost who appeared at home again.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't think about it for a long time, she knew that this ghost could enter her dreams, so she must also know whether she could sleep or not.

If she lay in bed for a long time without sleeping, she was afraid that the ghost would see something.

The failure of the door god made her a little uneasy, and after being uneasy, she began to look for a solution.

After making a few credible methods in her head, she forced herself to sleep, and then she literally fell asleep again.

This time, Meng Mo Zhenzhen is still a 'bystander'.

She was still her in the dream, but 'she' was out of her control, and her mind was slow, and everything in the dream seemed reasonable to her.

She woke up from the bed, an ordinary-looking man with a small and thin head standing by the window looking at him with a smile, he kept talking, but she couldn't hear a word.

She got up from the bed, and the man reached out and took her and led her out.

Mo Zhenzhen smiled at him again in her dream, as if she knew this person.

The man pulled her to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then he took out two dolls from somewhere, one in one hand, and held two dolls to gesquee, with an unusually rich look on his face.

Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be amused by his 'dubbing' performance, the man saw her smile and came over to sit next to her, a pair of eyes looked at her with affection, the two of them were dead, and the atmosphere seemed to become warm.

……

Mo Zhenzhen, who woke up from the dream, felt tired, very tired, very tired, and even a little tired with her heart.

Mo Zhenzhen's dream ended in the eyes of the two, maybe the staring time was too long, and he began to lose shape in Mo Zhenzhen's eyes in the dream.

His eyes were as black as ink, his three-dimensional facial features had become flattened, and the afterglow was full of bloodstains, and the two of them were sitting too close, and blood kept flowing out of his body, and the sticky and cold smell simply lingered.

Mo Zhenzhen was very calm, she just felt tired, as if she didn't sleep last night, but went to run a marathon.

This feeling was terrible, but it also made her unusually sober.

"Zhang Qingyue......" Mo Zhenzhen slowly recited the name that suddenly appeared in her mind before she woke up, the name of the murderer who fell from the upper floor.

……

Early in the morning, An Qiao, An Gonghui, Zhao Hai, and Li Xuan came to her, and when they came over, they also brought her breakfast, soy milk fritters, buns, bean buns, pickles, flowers, rolls, pies, and various porridges...... Each person carried a bag in his hand, and there were a lot of tricks and a lot of portions.

When they came, Mo Zhenzhen had already brushed her teeth, washed her face and changed her clothes, and as soon as the door opened, Mo Zhenzhen met An Qiaoyan's smiling face.

"Good morning, Zhenzhen, how was your sleep last night? Hungry or not? We've got you covered with breakfast! ”

Mo Zhenzhen smiled sideways and let them in, and then began to answer An Qiaoyan's questions.

"You slept well, what about you? You didn't encounter any danger when you returned. ”

An Qiaoqi shook his head, as if he had forgotten the small night tour of the hundred ghosts he had experienced last night, and smiled very happily.

"No, we went home without a hitch and nothing happened."

Mo Zhenzhen observed the others while talking to An Qiaoqi.

Zhao Hai and Li Xuan looked similar to yesterday, there was no obvious damage on their bodies, and they were a little restrained when they entered the door, but they couldn't help but look curiously, and after reading it, they didn't forget to squeeze their eyebrows with each other, looking a little excited.

It's just that the two of them don't look very good, their faces are pale as if they have been brushed with a layer of powder, and there are obvious red blood in their eyes, as if they haven't slept well.

An Gonghui came in after An Qiaoqi silently, he carried the most things in his hand, as soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head and was not curious or looking, silently put the things on the table and took the initiative to open the bag and take out the things and put them out.

At the moment when he looked up by chance, Mo Zhenzhen saw the cyan marks on his face, and the position of the right temple, at first glance, it was a trace of being beaten, and this person hit the temple with a heavy hand, and punched the temple, which was a dead hand.

Mo Zhenzhen was originally chatting with An Qiao, but after seeing the injury on An Gonghui's face, the smile on her face was put away, and she looked worried.

"It's ...... Did you guys fight? ”

Mo Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at Zhao Hai and Li Xuan, and the two of them also subconsciously shook their heads in denial.

"Nope!"

"We don't fight!"

After denying it, facing Mo Zhenzhen's disbelieving gaze, Li Xuan turned his head to look at Zhao Hai, but before Zhao Hai could react, he was sold by Li Xuan.

"It was Haizi who hit me, this has nothing to do with me!"

Saying that, Li Xuan took two steps back, as if he wanted to draw a line with him.

Convex (艹)!

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, but he still recognized Mo Zhenzhen's disapproving gaze.

"I hit it, but I did it for a reason."

Saying that, Zhao Hai glanced at An Gonghui, and that glance was not friendly.

"He didn't open the door for us at night, and he blocked the door."

After Mo Zhenzhen heard this, she looked at An Gonghui, An Gonghui continued to eat outside like no one, Mo Zhenzhen had no choice but to ask.

"Is that so? An Gonghui? ”

An Gonghui still didn't raise his head, but he answered.

"Yes."

——

Last night

——

Zhao Hai stood at the entrance of the downstairs, sneering at the scary tricks of ghosts.

The ghosts are not particularly powerful at the beginning, just like the big boss always appears at the end.

Ghosts and living people in the normal world are in different dimensions, and unless they experience a special event, they do not intersect.

It's only been three days since the door was pushed, and according to the usual situation, even if the world inside the door has been deteriorating, the ghost at this time can't be a powerful ghost.

At this time, the attacks of the ghosts are mainly based on scare, and the combat power of the ghosts is not strong.

Therefore, Zhao Hai can stand at the staircase without fear to block the unknown objects coming up below, because he is sure that this guy is a good thing.

Then Zhao Hai, who was blocked at the staircase, overturned.

I was scared to write about myself at night. Tomorrow will be more, and today will be here first.

(End of chapter)