Qiao Du didn't show any panic.

Instead, he calmly put the notebook on the table, turned to the last page, picked up the pen, and wrote down the words "March 18th" seriously.

"Doesn't the rule say that you should carefully record what happened in a day, I'll just take a look at what I learned before."

Qiao Du pretended not to see the strange words.

This is a bit like werewolf killing, because Chen Qixing has no reference alone, he doesn't know whether these weird words can only be seen by him or by everyone, as long as Qiao Duan plays well, then Chen Qixing can't see that Qiao Duan got the information.

Chen Qixing looked at the notebook and put the phone on the desktop.

"I'll write it."

He asked Jo Twilight to stand up, then picked up his pen and wrote a few words.

Subsequently, take a picture with your phone and record it.

Qiao Twilight glanced at what he had written, and there was nothing unusual.

At this moment, from the direction of the ceiling, Qiao Du suddenly heard a crashing sound.

The sound was like something heavy falling to the floor.

He remained silent, only seeing Chen Qixing's movements stagnating slightly.

Apparently, the man also heard it.

Qiao Du didn't move.

Chen Qixing closed his notebook, was silent for a moment, and then looked at Qiao Du, who had already played with his mobile phone, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"I'll go to the bathroom, and you'll be here to help me look at the surveillance."

He stood up and said, picking up the high-powered flashlight.

"Oh."

Qiao Du watched Chen Qixing leave, he moved his chair and looked at the surveillance, which could see the situation in each room, and under the night vision lens, everything seemed terrifying and quiet.

Chen Qixing left the security room, walked towards the bathroom, and entered a blind spot for surveillance.

At that moment, all the lights went dark.

The computer, the overhead lights, the air conditioner, all stopped.

For a while, only the lighting of Qiao Du's mobile phone was left in the room.

He immediately locked the phone screen.

In the silent funeral parlor, only the humming of the incinerator echoed through the space.

I don't know if it tripped, or Chen Qixing cut off the power supply.

In any case, Qiao Du felt that she couldn't stay here.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were not light, step by step, echoing through the corridors, each one getting louder and closer.

Along with that footstep, Qiao Du also heard a grinding sound, like something heavy dragging on the ground.

[He's coming, with bad intentions, you should be prepared, otherwise you'll become a popsicle in that freezer!] 】

In the field of vision, the blood-red text is very clear.

"Sure enough, Chen Qixing killed that woman."

Qiao Dui muttered in his head, and he immediately hid behind the door.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door, and immediately, Chen Qixing's voice came.

"Qiao Dui, it seems that this side has suddenly tripped."

Chen Qixing also tried to disguise himself as a normal appearance to make Qiao Dui lower his vigilance.

Qiao Du held her breath and was silent, but did not speak.

Behind the door, Chen Qixing hesitated for a moment and was silent.

Apparently, both of them were aware of this now—only one of them could get out of the funeral home.

What made Qiao Wei feel strange was that even though Chen Qixing and himself had become friends, he still chose to kill Qiao Dui.

Compared to ghosts, the human heart is more terrifying!

Soon, the doorknob turned, and Chen Qixing pushed the door open.

The light of the flashlight was blinding, illuminating the room.

Qiao Twilight hid behind the door, staring for an opportunity.

Chen Qixing frowned slightly, he took a step inside, the flashlight swept over the computer, the table, the bunk bed, and the light approached the position where Qiao Du was standing behind the door.

Qiao Du did not hesitate.

He pushed the door suddenly, Chen Qixing was caught off guard, the flashlight fell to the ground, and the whole person was also caught by the door, making a sullen sound.

Qiao Twilight immediately stepped on the flashlight's light, and at the same time pushed Chen Qixing hard, pushing the person into the corridor, and with the last bit of light, Qiao Twilight saw Chen Qixing holding a heavy crowbar in his other hand.

Immediately, he ran down the deep hallway.

[These rooms are not a good stubble, I suggest you try your luck upstairs, after all, the guy above and he can't deal with it, the stairs are on your right, choose! ] 】

The crimson text was fleeting, and Qiao Du didn't think about it, but turned around and climbed the stairs in the dark.

He heard a shouting behind him, followed by hurried footsteps.

The second floor was even darker, there was no light, and even the emergency lights had been extinguished, and I couldn't see my fingers.

But in Qiao Dui's field of vision, countless words jumped out.

[In the curator's office, at least one secretary can be stuffed under the desk inside!] 】

[Warehouse, you ask why the warehouse is on the second floor, of course, it is because the things in it are very special! 】

[Archives, the archives from last year onwards are here, all dead people, lackluster! ] 】

[The reception room, there may be something you want, but it's best to be careful!] 】

[It's another treasury, but the things inside are obviously much more normal, the small vault of the Heaven and Earth Bank! 】

One by one, the red words were imprinted on those doors, guiding Qiao Dui.

Without thinking, Qiao Du immediately opened the door of the reception room and walked in.

The reception room was very spacious, but the curtains were drawn, making it dark inside, and Qiao Du groped for the sofa and coffee table.

And, a face.

Qiao Du paused.

The face was cold, the surface was slightly sticky, and the man sat on the couch, not moving, as if he had stiffened.

[Hey, this little friend looks like he's waiting for someone, and you're not the one he's waiting for, so let's not bother them.] 】

The crimson text flowed, outlining the outline of the man.

Twilight withdrew her hand and hid behind the couch.

There were footsteps outside, as well as Chen Qixing's call.

"Qiao Dui, what are you doing, we're friends, aren't we?"

His voice was a little gloomy and crazy, and people couldn't help but feel chills.

In this funeral parlor where he should have been silent, Chen Qixing said without caring at all, obviously, his spirit had been tortured to the limit, and he could not maintain normal reason and thinking.

Qiao Du heard the sound of the door opening, which was the curator's room next door.

Chen Qixing's footsteps became slightly quieter, as if he had entered the curator's room to check the situation.

Jo Twilight was able to think quickly about her current situation.

He is a weak man with double E strength and no strength to tie the chicken, and he will definitely not be able to beat Chen Qixing who has a crowbar in his hand.

Moreover, a mad murderer like Chen Qixing, even his good friend is a killer, and Qiao Duan confronts him head-on, with little hope.

Then there is only one answer.

Only by relying on the rules of this funeral home to confront Chen Qixing can it be possible to escape.

Qiao Twilight thought about it, and he immediately got up and patted the corpse on the shoulder.

"Brother, can you help me later?"

He spoke to the corpse.

Knock –

There was a knock outside the door, and it seemed that Chen Qixing was groping his way to this side.

The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, as if they were close at hand.

"Look, it's rare for us to meet at the funeral home, I touched your face again, rounding up, we're friends."

Qiao Du lowered her voice and said in the corpse's ear.

Chen Qixing seemed to be standing at the door, and the next moment he was about to push the door in, and the sound of the crowbar rubbing on the ground was piercing, straight into people's hearts.

Crunch –

The door to the reception room was gently pushed open, making a subtle sound of wood scraping.

Chen Qixing stood at the door with a crowbar, the room was dark, and he couldn't see anything, only the sound of small speech, which was vague and inaudible.

"Qiao Dui, don't hide, I know you're here."

His voice was low, with a certain forbearance and madness.

"I'm so hot."

Suddenly, from in front of Chen Qixing, the shredded murmur gradually disappeared, replaced by a hoarse voice.

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