The voice that Ning Qiushui heard was indeed Wang Fang's voice!
He raised his eyes, and the familiar figure of Wang Fang fell into his eyes.
The room in front of me has changed a lot. It is no longer the same old look as before. Everything is organized and very clean.
The only difference is... at this moment, there is no shadow of Bai Xiaoxiao around him.
The door behind him is open.
Ning Qiushui's eyes were confused for a moment again.
what's the situation?
Could it be that he was under an illusion again without knowing it?
If this is the case, then the "murderer" behind this bloody door is too powerful!
You know, the ghost in the seventh blood gate can also use illusions.
Because the ability of this illusion was so abnormal, the Blood Sect directly restricted it.
If all this is an illusion, it doesn't make sense at all, because he was hit by two illusions without knowing it. Does that mean that the "murderer" behind the sixth blood door is more terrifying than the Raised Ghost? ?
This question is of course negative.
The sixth blood door is the sixth door, and it cannot be more difficult than the seventh door.
Therefore, Ning Qiushui immediately concluded that he was not under the illusion.
It didn't happen before, and it shouldn't happen now.
He raised his eyes, glanced at Wang Fang who looked unhappy in front of him, and asked tentatively:
"Do you know me?"
Wang Fang glanced at him coldly, wondering if there was something wrong with this guy.
"Are you sick? If so, go to the doctor. Don't go crazy here!"
"Although you are my tenant, there is nothing in the contract that states that I need to be responsible for the tenant's mental state!"
Ning Qiushui's eyes flashed.
"Someone died on the seventh floor, don't you care?"
Wang Fang was also stunned when he heard this.
"Someone died?"
She followed Ning Qiushui out of the room suspiciously and headed towards the seventh floor.
When passing by 209, he heard angry curses and the cries of children and women next door. Even after they were far away, he could hear a cursing man smashing a glass bottle there.
Ning Qiushui looked back and asked casually:
"209 What's going on?"
Wang Fang snorted coldly:
"It's just normal for Lao Xu's family."
"He likes to drink and has nothing to do every day. When he goes out, he only drinks and plays cards. Whenever he loses at cards, he will beat his children and wife. Whenever he goes crazy at home, his wife and children will cry. I live next door, and they are annoying to death. Got it!"
Wang Fang cursed violently. She took Ning Qiushui and continued upstairs, saying:
"There is a guy on the third floor who likes to do arts and crafts. He is banging bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang‑‑‑ either sawing things or smashing things upstairs and downstairs. “I told him several times and the guy told me He's like a dull donkey and can't listen at all..."
She chattered and complained to Ning Qiushui about the daily lives of these residents.
But Ning Qiushui was not particularly concerned. When he arrived on the fourth floor, Ning Qiushui found that this floor was much quieter than the floors below. The entire floor seemed particularly dark, and the door at the end of the corridor leading to the circular staircase on the side of the building It's also locked.
What's even more strange is that there are no garbage bags outside the door in the corridor at all. Compared with the floors below, it is almost abnormally clean.
Ning Qiushui immediately thought of Wang Fang telling them not to go to Room 404.
Looking at Wang Fang's spitting expression, Ning Qiushui asked a question bluntly:
"Landlord, why is the fourth floor of our apartment so quiet? Is the door on the other end locked?"
After hearing this question, Wang Fang, who was still talking nonstop, suddenly fell silent.
After about half a minute, when the two of them arrived on the sixth floor, Wang Fang said:
"There's a couple living on the fourth floor."
"In room 404?"
"Um."
Regarding the couple, Wang Fang seemed unwilling to mention more, and her tone became colder.
Ning Qiushui asked:
"They are the only family living on the fourth floor?"
Wang Fang did not reply to Ning Qiushui's question, but just said:
"Does this have anything to do with you?"
"I'm warning you, don't hang out on the fourth floor if you have nothing to do, otherwise I won't be responsible if something goes wrong!"
Wang Fang seems to be a little worried about the residents on the fourth floor.
But seeing that she was unwilling to say anything, Ning Qiushui also knew that he would not be able to ask anything.
Arriving at the seventh floor, when I returned here again, all the tricksters who had participated in this bloody door were gone.
The corridors and rooms are not as shabby as before.
"Where is the dead person?"
Wang Fang spoke coldly, her tone already filled with the anger of being toyed with.
Because all the doors on this floor are closed, if Ning Qiushui finds someone dead, at least one door should be open!
Ning Qiushui also felt that something was wrong, as if she had traveled to another time and space.
But why can Wang Fang in this time and space remember him?
Could it be that there is something special about the landlord Wang Fang?
Although he didn't quite understand, he still came to the door of room 703 and knocked on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
A man's panicked voice immediately came from inside the door:
"who?"
Ning Qiushui and Wang Fang looked at each other.
The latter didn't look stupid. As soon as she heard the voice, she immediately felt that something must have happened in the room...
So Wang Fang cleared her throat and walked to the door:
"I, the landlord!"
"Hurry up and open the door, I need you if I need something!"
The man inside sounded even more panicked:
"It's not convenient now, please wait!"
Wang Fang was covered in flesh, her eyebrows raised, and she kicked the door fiercely:
"It's not convenient for your sister, please hurry up!"
It seemed that he was frightened by Wang Fang's rudeness, or that she usually left a fierce and arrogant impression on these tenants. The man inside hesitated for a while and said:
"Okay, okay, I'll open the door for you, but I've agreed in advance...Sister Wang, don't scream when you come in later, and don't be afraid!"
"I swear, no matter what you see, I will explain it to you!"
Hearing this, Wang Fang became more certain about what happened in this room. She agreed to the other party. Soon, footsteps came from the room, and the man came to the door and opened the door gently.
A thin, frail face with dark skin squeezed out from the door.
Seeing this face, Wang Fang subconsciously said "fuck".
Because almost half of this face was stained red with blood!
The skin on the other side of his face was extremely pale.
"Old Jiang, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Fang's eyelids jumped up.
The man known as Lao Jiang was silent for a moment and then simply opened the door.
"Just take a look..."
He sighed, the smell of cigarette smoke in his mouth was stronger.
The two looked into the room and found blood stains everywhere on the ground. A young woman was lying on the ground, holding a sharp knife tightly in one hand!
And on the wrist where she held the knife, Ning Qiushui could clearly see that there was a red rope tied on it!
pS: There are two more late updates, which should be before 12 o'clock.
