The sinister-looking man glanced at the bathroom and still saw the backs of other people.
Why did someone get up to go to the toilet again? This sentence floated through his mind, and he didn't even notice that the back of the bathroom was the same as the one he saw before, and even the position didn't change at all.
The stern-looking man thought that someone was using the bathroom, so it was probably not the bathroom that was leaking.
He turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
The kitchen is now much tidier than the mess it was when we took the photo at night. Except for the knife marks on the wall that cannot be erased, the only thing left is the mobile phone plugged into the charger in the kitchen.
...Is this the pretty boy’s mobile phone?
The sinister-looking man leaned over and took a look. There were several missed calls on the screen, and the caller ID read "Officer Xia who drives like an airplane."
Human beings slowly put a question mark on this remark.
Hey, this pretty boy knows the police, so he might not be a good guy, the man with the sinister eyebrows thought maliciously.
The battery was already fully charged, but the stern-looking man was not a kindhearted person and had no intention of helping carry the phone upstairs.
His eyes turned to the sink, where the faucet seemed to be loose and water was dripping down.
The sinister-looking man took two steps. He wanted to turn off the disturbing faucet so that he could go back to work, but the moment he saw the sink, he was stunned.
In front of him was a pool of blood that exuded a strong smell of rust.
The sly-looking man had heard a little bit about several minor accidents that occurred during the live broadcast at night, and some strange phenomena occurred that were beyond the scope of their preparation.
But those things were immediately recognized and answered by Bai Su, leaving everyone doubtful.
Like the bloody water he saw now, the explanation given at the time was that the water tank had not been cleaned.
...is it a lie? The sinister-looking man reached out and pinched his nose.
The breathing organs were blocked, and the smell that was so strong that it seemed like a murder scene finally faded a bit.
People who have never eaten pork have seen pigs running away, no matter how they look or smell this pool of blood -
In shock, the blood had already overflowed over the edge of the pool, flowed across the cooking table and onto the ground.
Right? How is it possible to rely only on dripping water for such a short period of time...
The sinister-looking man had sharp eyes. When he came in, he noticed that the faucet was dripping water and the water flow was slow. But now, in just a few seconds, the water was flowing out.
It didn't look like it was dripping from the faucet, more like it was coming from a sewer.
The next moment he figured this out, the man with the sinister eyebrows wanted to retreat. He wanted to tell others about this strange thing...wait, his feet?
As if he was being welded to death, the sly-looking man couldn't even lift his legs.
Looking down, there was originally only a shallow layer of blood rising rapidly, and soon it covered the ankle and was close to the calf.
"Hurry...Old Hei, hurry up--"
The man with sinister eyebrows shouted and turned around, only to see a closed door coming into view.
The kitchen door was closed at some point.
The door was obviously not sealed, but for some reason no liquid could seep out, causing the water level in the kitchen to continue to rise.
The human voice stopped abruptly.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk anymore, but the blood level has risen too fast. When he opens his mouth, bubbles bubble up, and soon the human being will lose even the air to breathe.
At the last second of his blurred consciousness, what the man with the sly eyebrows saw was the charged mobile phone floating with him.
——This way... won't there be any leakage of electricity?
…
[It's one o'clock in the morning, I seem to hear the sound of a bell ringing? ]
[Dang sound, I haven’t heard this type of bell for a long time. ]
[But why didn’t you hear it during the day? Is it only done at night? ]
[Wait a minute, are there other voices? ]
After a few barrages, the audience seemed to increase their volume.
Then, there was the sound of something tapping on the floor.
[...It sounds a bit like something falling on the ground? ]
[Footsteps? ]
[No, the footsteps will change in size, but this movement has no fluctuation at all. ]
[Frequency is more like batting a ball. ]
[Wow, stop talking, it’s so scary to hear this sound in the middle of the night! ]
The conversation changed in the barrage, and he boldly started a late-night ghost story exchange.
As their exchange deepened, the snapping sounds became louder and louder.
It's like shooting a ball at the same place, but now it's closer.
[…]
[The sound is so close! ]
[I’m so scared. Is there any Gao Nengjun? ]
[Wake up. This is a high-energy warning from where the live broadcast came from. ]
The audience can only hear some unusual movements through the radio, but Bai Su himself in this bedroom can feel the presence of foreign things.
The black-haired young man who was in a light sleep or not sleeping at all didn't really want to open his eyes.
The supernatural things in this villa are not considered delicious, so Bai Su has never been interested in them.
But now... the black-haired young man's eyelashes trembled twice and he still opened his eyes.
He faced the little cyan face hanging on the ceiling.
Then the child made a face and disappeared, leaving only the shots that shot faster and faster, and fell down after a dozen times.
The place of fall was not on Bai Su.
Bai Su didn't mind the bed being smashed, but the ball would definitely be caught on camera.
Tsk, that’s really troublesome.
The moment he opened his eyes, the false sleepiness disappeared, and Bai Su's movement of turning over and sitting up could be called swift.
The audience only saw the black-haired young man on the screen going from "sleeping" to waking up and then sitting up. Then he stretched out his hands as if stretching.
In fact, the hand that was not captured by the camera was holding the ball that fell from above, and the five fingers were deeply embedded in the surface of the ball.
Some scratched skin fell down, but no one paid attention.
[The sound of hitting the ball is gone? ]
[Is it because the anchor is awake? ]
[Xiaobai is looking at the ceiling. ]
[Wait - Xiaobai, what are you going to do! ]
Bai Su raised his head and glanced at the ceiling. There was nothing there now, and the kid shooting the ball had disappeared.
The child is a ghost, but the ball is real.
Withdrawing his gaze and turning around, Bai Su took down the camera on the bedside table while raising his hand.
The camera shook for a while, and Bai Su fell to the ground.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt something was wrong. When he lowered his head again, the soft fur buried his soles.
The slippers disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ones that were incompatible with the room... No, the one that was incompatible with the room now was Bai Su himself.
In the blink of an eye, the bedroom decoration changed.
Perhaps one of the owners of this villa liked European style, so the bed where Bai Su was sitting now also had a roof added to the bed.
Ah...it's still a room for women.
Under the dim light, Bai Su could distinguish the colors of white and pink, which filled every corner of the room.
Obviously, it would be best for him not to let go of the camera right now.
(End of chapter)
