He didn't go upstairs, and Jiang Wan left the place with the intermediary.
This is what Chen Qing requested, to be alone.
Of course, Bu Zhaozhao is not included. Maybe the other party will be of her own race? It's hard to say.
But he will make this decision based on his next actions.
They need some ancient information. Even if Jiang Wan said that she is here for a recent case, they need the confessions of some people who have experienced these things personally.
There are a lot of things needed, but Chen Qing definitely can't do it.
So under Jiang Wan's discriminatory gaze, he slowly closed the door.
"Have you ever thought about the house you want to buy turning into a haunted house?"
The moment Jiang Wan left with the agency, Bu Zhaozhao's gloating voice appeared.
"Why. It's good for you if I suffer a loss."
She smiled and watched Chen Qing walking up the spiral staircase to the second floor step by step.
This building was very old, as he had seen before, the decoration was as well as the materials.
The walls were yellow and the floor was full of dust. He walked upstairs. On the left side of the corridor, there were some stains where the murals once hung.
"There are no benefits at all." She smiled widely and floated all the way to Chen Qing: "It's just that it's rare to see you deflated. It's interesting."
He couldn't deny it and shrugged slightly: "Didn't two people almost die in it last time?"
"But they all survived in the end." Bu Zhaozhao shook his head.
"Even earlier. The time we picked you up."
"But your purpose has been accomplished."
Hearing Bu Zhaozhao's words, he smiled heartily: "And my life experience."
Bu Zhaozhao was silent for a while, and Chen Qing said again: "In fact, those who can live and talk in this world have won along the way.
Win your opponents, win the rules, and win the path left by your predecessors.
Lost once. "He smiled and pointed at the other party again.
He didn't finish the rest of his words, but they were a bit hurtful, so he didn't say them.
Those who only lose once in their lives, aren't they standing in front of them?
As he walked forward, the corridor he had just visited was a little different.
He couldn't tell what was different, but his brows furrowed as his eyes fell.
He took a few steps forward and when he reached the master bedroom door at the end of the second floor, he finally knew what was different.
When we were in the corridor, the darkness looked different from a distance.
It was in that room that the bed that had been placed was different.
The mattress that was originally used for sleeping and was stained yellow by sweat was now frighteningly dark. He stood closer and finally saw what the blackness on the bed was made of.
Those black flies were a pitch-black fly the size of a little finger. Thousands of flies crowded together, dyeing the entire bed pitch black.
He looked at the mattress, and there was a little, faint sound under his feet.
But the flies in the house seemed to be alarmed at this moment. They began to swell up, and the roar of their wings was like thunder at this moment.
There was a "buzzing" sound, and then he felt a few flies hitting him like bullets.
The force was so strong that the fly exploded the moment it came into contact with his shoes.
The milky white body fluid was mixed with a few pure white maggots, crawling slowly on his shoes.
He took a look and his expression suddenly changed.
Is it dangerous? Granted, it's really not dangerous.
But is it disgusting?
Who wants to be covered in a swarm of worms?
This isn't in the back room!
He sneered, but the body standing at the door did not retreat even a little bit.
He raised his hand and gently pulled the door beside him, followed by a coaxing sound, followed by a figure like a bullet falling on the door.
"Crack, crackle, crackle."
The sound kept ringing, and after three to five minutes of ringing, Chen Qing was about to open the door, but Bu Zhaozhao's hand stopped him.
"Something's wrong..."
After she said that, Chen Qing calmed down. He closed his eyes, and the vertical pupils between his eyebrows split instantly.
But this time, the vertical pupil seemed to have a new change.
Just like his legs.
Another eye appeared on that eye, and the two eyes were squeezed together. Then, just when he was about to solidify his front, the surroundings of the two eyes were like water rolling - the porridge was boiling.
Hundreds of small bubbles are produced around the eyes. If those bubbles are close, you can still see that there is an obvious lens in each bubble.
His eyes were like a flower, with its stamens blooming under the pressure.
When the bubbles burst, the tissue fluid in the bubbles also flowed down from between his eyebrows.
But he didn't feel anything was wrong, he just felt that he was crying. He turned his head and looked at the solemn expression on Bu Zhaozhao's face, and saw her slightly disgusted look, and he understood.
"Is this...all my characteristics mutated?"
"It's hard to say." She added: "You shouldn't touch the things taught by Shen'en! They are all a bunch of lunatics! They use whatever means they can to live alone."
She looked at Chen Qing with serious eyes: "The things they left behind won't be anything interesting.
They left a gun behind, which was fired from both ends.
Euphemistically called double firepower.
They forged a knife - a knife that you couldn't put down once you picked it up.
This is called moving forward courageously.
They are all crazy! Neuropathy! A madman whose mind was naturally mixed with the saltpeter on the toilet walls!
Stop playing with this thing! My sister will find you a foundation shelter later!
How nice to play with non-relics! "
Hearing Bu Zhaozhao's words, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He was smiling, but the burden in his mind made him unable to laugh.
Even though his mental power and willpower are more than twenty times higher than ordinary people, even though he can use about four E-level or two D-level non-relics at the same time.
Be brave, maybe even C-level ones can try it for a while.
But even he was like this, when he dealt with the more than forty visual images in his mind - when he found that these more than forty visual images required the willpower to withdraw from his mind.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
He has three characteristics - the change in speed is not obvious, and so are the side effects.
However, the ability to observe and the side effects seemed to be suddenly stretched to its own limit.
"That cup of coffee... is a bit refreshing... it will last three or four days..."
He muttered, how could Bu Zhaozhao not hear it? She shook her head as if she hated the iron, sighed and took half a step back.
Chen Qing's vertical pupil seemed to have something yet to show.
She could keenly feel that a sense of crisis was brewing there.
But as for Chen Qing himself, he obviously does not feel this way.
He tried to focus his eyes on one place, and the feeling similar to 3D dizziness disappeared a little.
He looked at the door. A little white creature about 0.1 mm in size was born on the dark, palm-colored door.
Those things were squirming. When he focused his attention, the scene in front of him instantly enlarged a lot.
"oh……"
This function similar to a magnifying glass surprised him a little.
But the next second, he no longer cared about his own specialness.
He watched the little white dots grow up little by little, turn yellow, and retreat into pupae, turning into black flies as big as half a finger.
Then there were an even number of flies, and they began to climb on his companion's back. Just when he thought the flies were about to start mating, bursts of rustling sounds made up of thousands of small sounds overlapped one after another.
Like waves of sound, covering up Chen Qing's breathing, they grew to the size of a thumb.
