Liu Chengfeng revealed a shocking thing to everyone.
That is inside and outside the Blood Gate... there is a world that is fake.
It is a normal reaction for Liu Chengfeng not to want to find out the truth.
Just imagine, one day you suddenly find that the world you live in is fictitious, and all the relatives, friends, partners you know in it... and even yourself are all false images. How terrifying would that be?
"Thank you, Big Beard, please go back first..."
Liu Chengfeng didn't say anything more and opened the door to leave. As he was leaving, he suddenly turned around and glanced at the three people in the room.
"In addition, you can't stay out of it now. Sometimes they will come to you and ask you to help with something, and you...can't refuse."
"But you don't have to worry too much. At least so far, the 'I' in the Blood Gate World has not asked me to do anything crazy. It just asked me to help them collect some things."
The three nodded to express their understanding, but their eyes were different.
Liu Chengfeng stood at the door and thought carefully.
"There is another small detail that you need to remember. They will call the house a 'shrine', so that you will not be unable to find a place."
After saying that, he left.
In the room, the three people looked strange.
The people behind the Blood Sect call the house... a shrine?
With his thoughts immersed, Ning Qiushui thought that the terrifying female ghost in his first bloody door had broken free from the restraints of the earth-bound spirit. She thought she was extremely powerful, but even so, she did not dare to approach the bus that came to take them back to the ghost house.
In the blood gate that Liang Yan went through together, the head-up ghost seemed to want to challenge the authority, but was destroyed in just a moment.
If you look at it this way... Gushe does have unimaginable power.
However, the shrine is a place where gods are worshipped, so why would they allow mortals like them to live there?
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."
Bai Xiaoxiao stretched and spoke in a leisurely voice.
"Looking at your expressions, you are almost obsessed."
"I'm going to take a nap, Qiu Shui. I'm going to take orders and clean doors in a few days. Will you accompany me?"
Looking into Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes, Ning Qiushui nodded.
"good."
He really had no reason to refuse such a thing as cleaning the door.
After bidding farewell to Rosemary Manor, Ning Qiushui returned to her new residence.
He hasn't stayed in this place a few times since Mole arranged it for him.
Turning on the computer, Ning Qiushui checked the information of "Hongdou".
Before, he had a vague suspicion that Hongdou was Liu Chengfeng.
But after meeting Liu Chengfeng today, this feeling has faded a lot.
"Hongdou" has received a letter from heaven, which proves that he has passed the test of the seventh blood gate at least once. But Big Beard has been away from the hut before and has no way to pass the door. Moreover, most of the time when the blood gate is open, Tian Xun is... In the shack, if the bearded man comes back, he will definitely see it.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
With Xuan Qingzi's connection, it would be much easier for Ning Qiushui to contact Hongdou.
If there is mutual trust and contact, clues and information can be shared.
In the chat column, "Hongdou" did leave a message for him.
Very simple message.
[There are many killers coming to Rashomon, they are in Pomegranate City, they are looking for you]
Ning Qiushui's eyes narrowed.
Is Rashomon's killer looking for him?
He turned on his cell phone and contacted "Mole", whose voice was somewhat unexpected.
"Coffin, are you alive?"
Ning Qiushui was speechless.
"You expect me to die so much?"
"Mole" chuckled.
"looking for me?"
Ning Qiushui said:
"A lot of killers have been looking for me lately?"
A 'cut' came from the other end of the phone.
"When will there be no more killers to find you?"
"Don't you know how many enemies you have?"
Ning Qiushui:
"Send me all the information about the killers who have been looking for me recently."
Mole:
"OK."
A minute later, Ning Qiushui received a detailed document with dense information written on it.
Ning Qiushui came to the window, closed the curtains, then turned on the light and sat in the back room to look at the information on it carefully...
…
night.
At No. 38 Chengji Street, a man wearing a sweatshirt and a hood walked into a bookstore.
The boss sat at the cashier counter, looking at the newspaper in his hand boredly. He was a middle-aged man, and the small beard on his face looked a bit like a mime actor on TV.
His eyes would always quickly glance to the side, taking a look at the surveillance camera that overlooked the entire bookstore.
But during this process, his body will not move at all.
Steady as a rock.
If someone were standing on his side, they would definitely be able to see a black pistol next to the keyboard under the cabinet.
He just put it there in plain sight, without even thinking about hiding it.
Residents here in Pomegranate City are not allowed to carry firearms casually. If they want to possess firearms, they need to submit a report to their superiors and undergo regular inspections by the superintendent every month.
But the man obviously doesn't care. If someone wants to check his firearm, he has many ways to make the gun disappear under the other person's nose.
It doesn't matter if he fails, he can make the person checking the gun disappear. Anyway, he won't stay in Pomegranate City for long.
The bookstore owner quickly noticed the hooded young man who came in just now.
The other party didn't seem to be here to read.
He wandered around the bookstore for a long time, seeming to be looking for something.
The owner of the bookstore reached for the pistol next to the keyboard, hid it in his sleeve, and came to the young man in a sweatshirt and hood with a flattering smile on his face.
"Well, young man, I see you have been wandering around my bookstore for a long time. If you want to read any book, I will find it for you!"
The young man looked back at the bookstore owner and said with a smile:
"I'm not here for a book."
"If you don't come looking for books in our bookstore, what are you looking for?"
As the middle-aged man spoke, the gun hidden in his right sleeve had quietly opened the safety.
The young man seemed completely unaware of this and scratched his head.
"I was looking for a mop."
"mop?"
The bookstore owner was also stunned.
"You should go to the grocery store for mops. I don't sell mops here."
His spirit remains highly tense and focused.
Any professional killer cannot avoid a problem, that is, while you are killing people, there are also people who want to kill you.
How to avoid getting killed?
Of course, no suspicious phenomenon will be missed.
Many times if you think there is a problem, then there may really be a problem.
The young man stared at the middle-aged boss and sighed, not realizing the other party's murderous intention at all.
"I know this is a bookstore, but someone outside just gave me 200 yuan, and he asked me to come and hang out in this bookstore to see if there are any mops or anything like that..."
When the bookstore owner heard this, his hand holding the gun became slightly stiffer.
He carefully leaned his back against the bookshelf, then slowly turned his head to look outside the bookstore.
There was no one outside the bookstore.
He was slightly relieved, but as soon as he turned around, a staple gun was already placed on his forehead.
The bookstore owner's pupils shrank, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
"You only entered the profession as a killer. You just believe whatever others say and don't pay attention at all. How do you survive until now?"
The young man who was wearing a sweatshirt and hood just now had the childish look on his face wiped away, replaced by a chilling smile.
