Chapter 3948

Two papayas are beautiful and sweet. The delicacies on the tip of the tongue are more delicious than papaya in Nectarine nutrition.

Dyed white meditation.

Is this giving roses and leaving fragrance in your hands?

In fact, ranbai wants to go in and sit down, but it seems that the other party doesn't mean so, and he can't break in by force. It's quite a pity.

"Grandpa, have a good rest and I'll come back next time."

Come again next time.

next time.

Again.

Come on.

Grandpa leaned on his crutch and sighed deeply. His head was almost buried in his collar.

"Little girl, listen to my advice. Let's go while we can get away. Find another apartment and don't stay here."

"Why?"

"It's not suitable for you here. Something will happen sooner or later." the old man's eyes are complex. His eyes that have experienced vicissitudes seem turbid and inexplicably sharp. He said word by word: "don't talk to strangers casually, let alone stay here for the night."

"But..." ran Bai said slowly, "this is my house."

“……”

"I always come to collect the rent."

“……”

Is there something wrong with this trend?

Ranbai takes advantage of the fire... No, strike while the iron is hot and ask, "has anything happened in this apartment before?"

The old man's pupils were very deep and quiet for a long time. "It has nothing to do with you. If you must live here, be a deaf and don't listen to any sound."

How good is it? There are people who advise people to be deaf.

"Just talk to me. I won't talk out." ran Bai casually blocked the door, smiled friendly and said positively, "why don't I go in and sit down? You talk slowly. It's very tired to stand like this."

"Not tired, not tired." the old man shook his head one after another.

Dyed white was disappointed.

Seeing that ranbai has been unwilling to go, the old man rubbed his temples, slowly closed the door and said to himself, "I'm old, my legs and feet are bad. I'd better have a good rest at night."

"What happened in the apartment?" ranbai tries to dig out the plot.

"Ping'an apartment, not Ping'an apartment." the old man stood in the dark with his back to dyed white and bent, and his voice was deep.

What is it?

Tell her tongue twister?

Unfortunately, the old man didn't dare to say anything. Dyeing white is not good at bullying an old man. He can only change his target.

There are 303 households. It's better to lose ten days than one person!

The door lock of the room clicked and the door opened.

A man in his thirties leaned out and put one hand behind him.

The hair is long and covers most of the eyes.

His face was gloomy and unsmiling.

The eyes covered by the hair pick up through the hair, and the white eye occupies most of the eyes. Anyone will feel cold when they see it.

"Uncle, do you want to eat fruit?" ranbai said hello.

Man: "

Is he old enough to be called uncle?

Most of the door was closed, and the man only leaned out half of his body. It seemed that he didn't want people to see the room.

"Put it on the ground." he stared at dyed white for a long time, and his eyes were very uncomfortable.

"Mom says it's polite to pick things up with both hands."

“？？？”

Are you here to give gifts or find fault?

"Do you want to disappoint my kindness?"

Feng Luo understood and translated it.

I'm kind enough to send you something to praise you. I hope you don't be unkind.

Poof.

Laugh to death.

The man's turbid eyes stayed on the girl's youthful face for a long time. The hand behind his back stretched out and inserted it in his pocket. After a while, he took it out and caught the fruit with both hands.

"Don't you invite me in?" ran Bai still has two papayas in his hand.

The man suspected that ranbai was implying something to himself. He heard the conversation between the girl and the old man just now.

In his opinion, the old man is nosy.

"In the evening, I invite you to come in the evening, but now there is a little situation, I want to solve it first." the man grinned and showed a strange smile. The proportion of his facial features is not coordinated, and even the appearance of smiling is creepy and distorted.

He had a faint smell of blood, dyed white and didn't smell it. He nodded normally.

The door closed again.

The man touched his pocket with one hand, blood splashed everywhere in the living room, and a body lay quietly on the floor.

Near night, dyed white found a small note under the door.

It says a sentence.

Tasker, top floor, 12 p.m.

…

"Dong Dong -"

GUI Ying was absorbed in the graffiti. The knock outside the door suddenly sounded. The already dilapidated wooden door shook under the heavy impact, as if it would fall down at any time, and people outside would break through the door.

The light in the living room is dim, which is almost the same as not turning on the light.

Her mind is still on the graffiti.

Young and astringent, it is painted by children. The red materials on the wall show a numb and crazy bloody beauty.

One picture after another.

Different villains come to the apartment and die in different ways.

The villains in the picture are struggling and trying to live, and they can't escape the fate of death.

All kinds of death methods are cruel and inhuman.

It's hard to imagine that this is something a child can draw, but it's normal to think of the little boy he met on the stairs.

The clanging knock on the door was still ringing, and the hoarse voice shouted outside the door, clearly falling in Gui Ying's ear.

"Get out of here, little bitch! Did you hit my son?! fuck you bitch, I'll kill you today..."

All kinds of unpleasant words came in, and there were no waves and waves in the back shadow, just like I didn't hear it.

She suddenly found that there were several lines of crooked boys in a corner of the wall, like who wrote them by hand.

1. Don't go out at night unless you have nine lives.

2. Don't open the door at night. Who knows if the thing you invited in is a person or

3. Don't talk to other things at night, because it's not necessarily people who talk to you.

Three, No.

Guiying's hand rested on the door handle.

"Are you a big man who bullies little girls all day?" the scolding old voice suddenly sounded: "what virtue is your son? Who doesn't know. If he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke people first, who would argue with a child."

"Old man, you're wrong. She's an adult. My son is only six years old!"

"I'm not human at the age of six?" the old man was angry and said to the man with a sunken wood crutch. "Roll! Roll! Don't let me see you disturbing people again."

The man quickly dodged the crutch. If he was beaten down, he couldn't get out of bed for a few days. He scolded Cao. He didn't knock at the door for some reason and turned away.

The thin and short old man put down his crutch, knocked on the door and said kindly, "girl, don't worry. The man has left. Open the door and the old man will tell you something."

Guiying's hand was still on the door handle. He glanced at the three no's engraved on the wall. It seemed to be a joke, and the font was particularly funny, but the red word was not paint, but human blood.