Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

This is the master bedroom. If the elder brother really came back, he wouldn't even want to run away, but now, he didn't have the guts to go out again. Immediately, he couldn't help looking at that bed.

He walked quickly to the bed, intending to hide under the bed, but for his bloated body, the place underneath seemed a bit small.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at the wardrobe on the left, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward quickly, and opened the wardrobe.

The closet was opened, and Zhao Ke and the middle-aged man met each other's eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward...

"Hehe, you won't believe me when I said I was passing by."

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, he didn't seem to believe this reason.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Ke up and down, and when he saw that the zipper of Zhao Ke's crotch was still open, his face darkened suddenly, and he cursed in a low voice: "Bah, eat something that's inside out."

But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't care so much anymore, he pushed Zhao Ke to make room, and went straight into the closet.

For a while, the two stared at each other.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel ashamed when he thought that his sister-in-law went to seduce a man behind his back, and she got home.

If it was the past, I would definitely not let it go, but now, I can't wipe off my ass, so I can only bite the bullet and swallow it.

But this matter can't just pass like this, since I have caught that bitch's handle, next... hehehe.

Thinking of this, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth rose slightly, he grinned inadvertently, and looked back at Zhao Ke.

However, Zhao Ke was staring at him coldly at this moment, sizing him up and down. For some reason, being stared at by this young man always made the middle-aged man feel terrified.

"Isn't it the postman? Or..."

The golden pupil of Zhao Ke's left eye flickered brightly. This middle-aged man gave Zhao Ke a very direct feeling, that is, wretched, prudish, and... cowardly.

Other than that, Zhao Ke can't tell anything, the other party may be an ordinary person in all likelihood, but among the postmen, there are definitely not a few actor-level disguise masters, and Zhao Ke can't guarantee whether he is the real person or not. postman.

However, the verification method is very simple.

With a movement of Zhao Ke's hand, a flying knife was hidden in Zhao Ke's hand, and Zhao Ke began to move his body slightly, stepping back bit by bit, to get behind the man.

"Old man...don't...mother-in-law will see it!"

At this time, the voice of the young woman came from outside, but Zhao Ke and the middle-aged man couldn't help raising their eyelids, and soon heard the friction of tables and chairs, which became louder and louder.

"No, I'm going to have a look!"

At this time, I saw the middle-aged man wanting to push the wardrobe away, but it may be that he stayed in the wardrobe for too long, which made his arms and legs a little stiff. Therefore, as soon as he pushed the wardrobe away, his body fell uncontrollably. go out.

"not good!"

When Zhao Ke realized something was wrong, he stretched out his hand to pull it, but it was too late.

Just heard a loud "Gudong!"

The voice was very loud, not to mention Zhao Ke, I am afraid that the voice would definitely be heard in the living room outside the door.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, his whole body was stiff, he couldn't help holding his breath, prostrate on the ground, not even daring to move, big beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

However, there was no sound outside at this time, not a single sound at all.

"Rem!"

Zhao Ke called Lei Mu in his heart, asking her to listen to the movement outside, but Lei Mu replied that there was no sound outside, as if it had completely quieted down for a moment.

The dead silence with no sound at all, not only did not reassure Zhao Ke and the middle-aged man, but it was even more disturbing.

At this moment, the middle-aged man turned his head, suddenly!

I saw his eyes were rounded, and the blood on his face seemed to be emptied for a moment, and his skin became pale: "Ah!!!"

His limbs twitched wildly and waved around. It was an uncontrollable twitch after being stimulated. Only the heart-piercing scream was his most real thought.

"To shut up!"

Zhao Ke kicked over. At this moment, he could tell that this middle-aged man was just an ordinary person.

Kicking him away, I saw him curled up, squatting in the corner, with a bewildered expression, and a stench from his crotch immediately permeated the room.

Zhao Ke didn't bother to deal with it at this time, and looked down under the bed.

I saw a human face under the bed staring at me coldly with wide-eyed eyes.

"It's him!"

Seeing this face, Zhao Ke's heart tightened and his expression became serious.

Isn't the man in front of him the one who opened the door for him?But how could he die here?Shouldn't he be sitting on the sofa outside?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke suddenly turned around, grabbed the collar of the middle-aged man who was still in shock, lifted him from the ground, pointed to the bottom of the bed and said, "Who is he!"

When Zhao Ke spoke, he had already activated his ability to bewitch.

"Yes... yes... Wang... Brother Wang!"

Apparently this guy was too stimulated, even though he was deluded by Zhao Ke with a ghost, he still spoke with trepidation.

"Did you see him in the living room just now? Who opened the door for you?"

Faced with Zhao Ke's questioning, the middle-aged man couldn't help swallowing, but before he could speak, he heard a "click", and the door lock was gently unlocked.

Zhao Ke raised his nose and sniffed, and in the air, the vague smell of blood reappeared in his nasal cavity, and it was stronger than last time.

The door was opened, but no one came in.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, walked into the living room, and saw a naked male corpse lying on the sofa.

The male corpse was at least 60 years old, with loose silver-white hair and Turkic eye sockets staring straight at the ceiling.

What Zhao Ke noticed was that the man's skinny figure was completely out of proportion to his height.

Based on Zhao Ke’s understanding of the human body, it is important to know that the muscles of an average person account for 35%-40% of body weight, and at least 60% of water.

But right now, the old man's body is basically a layer of skin covering his own bones.

Zhao Ke pinched it with his hand, and saw that the old man's skin was abnormally soft, and almost all the fat and blood inside had been evacuated.

But the weird thing is that even so, the old man still had a weird smile on his mouth, as if he had enjoyed a lot before he died.

"Drained?"

Zhao Ke noticed that the spongy body under the old man's crotch was still covered with blood beads. Although he had heard of a female ghost who could suck people dry, it was the first time Zhao Ke had seen it.