There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

No way, he can only guess casually like this, and at the same time feel a little lucky that he didn't bring out the jade pendant.

Not in a hurry to question Tong An, Wen Yuran put away his things, sat on the bed and called Yin Mu.

It took a while before the call was connected: "Hi, are you used to living in City H?"

"It's okay, there's nothing I'm not used to. I didn't intend to call you at first, but something happened temporarily today, and I have to find someone to share it with." Arranging her hair casually, Wen Yuran said helplessly, "Today I found out One of my colleagues knows Qian Lang, although he claims to be his ex-boyfriend, but I think that posture is an enemy no matter what you look at."

"...According to his character, I don't think it's strange to have an enemy. What did that person do to you?"

Is it an illusion?I always feel that Yin Mu's voice and tone are a bit strange, but after listening carefully, I feel that there is nothing wrong.

"At present, I am still a complete and living person. He has been telling me since the morning at the airport that Qian Lang is not a good person. He kills people and is mentally abnormal. He said too much and I can't remember. In short, he told me to leave. Stay away from people, cut off the relationship, and the thoughts along the way will kill me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, probably trying to sort out his thoughts: "Do you have a good relationship with that person?"

"It's okay. He just transferred to our company not long ago. He has a good relationship, but he doesn't know him very well." While talking, Wen Yuran got up and went to close the drawers that were pitifully drawn out one by one.

"Then there's no need for him to persuade you so stubbornly. Most people won't accept good-hearted persuasion, and most of them won't insist on putting a hot face on a cold ass, so I guess he also has a certain purpose."

The analysis is clear, and Wen Yuran agrees with Yin Mu's conclusion. He also thinks Tong An's attitude is a bit strange: "Also, when I went back to the room just now, I saw the room was turned into a mess as soon as I entered the door. It turned upside down, but nothing was lost. I don’t know if it’s a human or a ghost.”

"Is there such a thing? Wouldn't it be better for you to find someone to change a house?"

"I'm too lazy to change it. Anyway, if it's not for me, it won't be the second time. If it's for me, it's the same everywhere." Wen Yuran shrugged, "I'm just here to complain casually. After all, even if I'm a thief, I'm a big man. There is nothing to be afraid of." As long as the thief's force value is still within the range of normal people.

Originally, Wen Yuran wanted to seek an opinion, and asked Yin Mu who he thought Qian Lang and Tong An were the villains, but now that he thought about it, he felt that it was wild. Yin Mu was not familiar with those two people, so how could he be like Detective Conan? With a single glance, he saw the real culprit: "Then let's talk about this first, shouldn't Aifei give me a goodnight kiss before hanging up the phone?"

"Don't be poor, be careful yourself, I still have something to do here, hang up."

One second before the call was hung up, the hands-free button could still be seen on the phone screen, and he threw the disconnected phone on the bed with his backhand. Yin Mu raised his head with a frown: "Are you satisfied? Breaking into someone's home and threatening to use force is a crime."

He didn't want to follow the other party's wishes to turn on the speakerphone at all, if there was no knife around his neck.

"...Ai Concubine?" With a soft murmur, the blade pressed closer to the skin, "...goodnight kiss?"

In Yin Mu's bedroom, only one bedside lamp was turned on, and the soft yellow light could not brighten the room. Even the face of the person in front of him was half hidden in the shadows, with an unpredictable expression.

"You guys have a good relationship. Didn't call me."

Qian Lang's voice was not loud, and there was no expression on his face, and even his tone of voice did not fluctuate. If the hand holding the dagger was not clenched white, Yin Mu might have thought that he was really in a bad mood. calm.

"If you don't want to be feared by Xiao Wen as a lunatic, you'd better leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"Without you, would watch me, more."

Being stared at by those pitch-black eyes, Yin Mu felt indescribably weird. Although the other party was clearly looking at him, the eyes seemed not to be on him at all, as if he did not exist at all. .And what Qian Lang said will make the listeners very uncomfortable, like a beginner who can hardly make up a complete sentence. If you want to understand his meaning, you can only guess and complete it by yourself.

He was not surprised by this, because Qian Lang was always in this state when communicating with people on weekdays, at least it was like this before meeting Wen Yuran.However, it seems that the speech is particularly concise now.

As for the sentence just now, Yin Mu guessed that without him, Wen Yuran would focus more on Qianlang.

"We are friends, and Xiao Wen doesn't like men." This kind of life-threatening feeling is not good at all, Yin Mu frowned and looked back, "Your enemy has already troubled Xiao Wen, and now you still want to kill him." Lost his friend? Paper can't hold fire, do you think he hates you?"

In fact, Qian Lang had no intention of really killing Yin Mu, even though he really wanted to.How could he do something that made Wen Yuran sad?It's just to scare people a little, lest Yin Mu say something in front of Wen Yuran, which will cause his image in Wen Yuran's heart to decline again and again.

He did not deny that when he heard Wen Yuran's last joke, he really had the idea of ​​killing Yin Mu.Although it is true that he himself said that there is no need for the master to like himself, but whether he really thinks so or not, only he himself knows.

And I didn't expect that person to come so soon.

"I won't hurt him, you shut up."

After a moment of silence, Yin Mu closed his eyes and suppressed his anger: "Xiao Wen is a man of his own mind. If you haven't done anything wrong yourself, it doesn't make any sense for me to discredit you, and I don't need to do that."

In that case, even if he agreed, Qian Lang didn't talk nonsense, simply withdrew the dagger, turned and left.

"..." Staring at his leaving back, Yin Mu let out a long breath to relax his tense nerves, and at the same time turned on the chandelier to illuminate the entire room, dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

Yin Mu raised his hand and wiped his neck. There was no blood on his hand, so he probably wasn't injured.Sitting heavily on the edge of the bed, Yin Mu held up the water on the bed to moisten his throat, and after finally relaxing, he recalled some noteworthy points in his mind.

The clothes Qian Lang wore just now looked familiar, and it seemed that Wen Yuran had exactly the same clothes.The clothes didn't look new either. That person shouldn't have sneaked into Wen Yuran's house and stolen a piece of clothes, right?

It's annoying enough.

"Quick...don't...chasing..."

Opening his eyes in a daze, Wen Yuran stared blankly at the ceiling above for a long time, reached out and groped for the phone on the side cabinet, and squinted at the time displayed on the phone against the slightly glaring light.

36:[-].

It was the dead of night, so was he dreaming the faint cries he heard just now?

Maybe it was to prove that he wasn't dreaming, and then he heard a rush of footsteps sounding from one end of the corridor, approaching quickly, and then going away.

Who is playing the [-]-meter race in the corridor in the middle of the night?

This question is worth pondering. If possible, Wen Yuran hopes that the two players outside will have a good match and stop disturbing the people after they are separated.

I don't know if his voice was heard by God. It is true that there was no second [-]-meter race outside, but it was replaced by another footstep, slow and heavy, gradually amplified, obviously approaching.

But there was a sense of disobedience in the footsteps, which made it impossible not to pay attention.

The frequency of walking is much slower than normal walking, and the sound doesn't sound like stomping, but it can be heard so clearly, as if there is a stereo in the room, close to the ear.

As the footsteps approached, Wen Yuran involuntarily became nervous until the sound sounded at the door. He held his breath and waited for nearly half a minute, but he never heard the footsteps go away.

At that time, it is not an exaggeration to say that my heart was half cold, and the ominous premonition almost swelled to the extreme.

After all, who would stop at someone's door in the middle of the night if they were normal people... Huh?

If it is insisted on, staying up in the middle of the night and guarding other people's doors, it seems that there is really one person who might do so.Could it be that he followed him secretly by another plane?It's very possible, and besides, how could it be possible to run into a ghost while on a business trip, what kind of luck is that.

Such thoughts arose, and most of the tension shrouded in my heart strangely dissipated.

Sighing, Wen Yuran turned on the bedside lamp, got off the bed lightly and walked to the door. He had already put his hand on the doorknob, but stopped again.

Perhaps because of some hesitation in his heart, Wen Yuran let go of the doorknob. Seeing that there was no cat's eye on the door, he knelt quietly on the ground and cast his eyes on the narrow door.

Through the narrow gap, he looked at the one that was so wide open that the eyeballs almost protruded from the sockets. The whites of the eyes were bloodshot, so red that it was about to bleed, and it was indescribably cold and strange.

Standing up almost reflexively, Wen Yuran took a few big steps back, as if being poured head-on by a large basin of cold water, it was bone-chillingly cold.

Wen Yuran couldn't convince himself that it was just a pink-eyed patient who sleepwalked to spy on him in the middle of the night.

But the thing was blocking the door, and he had nowhere to run.

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