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"What is the relationship between me and you?"

Zhao Mingyue didn't answer this question, but just raised her head and looked behind Xia Ren.

"Is there something behind me?"

Xia Ren turned his head, and when his eyes moved halfway, he was stunned.

An old lady stood behind her at some point. Her body was bent, her face was full of wrinkles, her gray hair covered most of her face, and in her sunken eye sockets, a pair of cloudy eyes were staring gloomyly at her. To herself, the old lady's lips moved, as if she was about to say something.

When they made eye contact, an inexplicable chill gradually climbed up Xia Ren's spinal cord.

At this moment, with a "click", Zhao Mingyue suddenly opened the door, and a gust of cold wind blew out from the room in an instant. The old lady opened her eyes wide, as if seeing something terrible, her eyes were full of It was unbelievable, and then she opened the door of the opposite room swiftly with a healthy posture that did not match her age, and slipped in.

"All right."

Zhao Mingyue stuffed a bunch of keys into Xia Ren's hands.

"Good luck."

She then went downstairs and left without explaining anything.

Xia Ren recovered from the horrifying scene just now, he was the only one left in the empty corridor.

If it wasn't for the fact that the touch of the key in his hand was so real, he would even doubt whether Zhao Mingyue had appeared.

There was a faint rancid smell in the air, but when I sniffed it carefully, I couldn't smell anything.

Turning around, the door has been opened, the curtains of the balcony are drawn tightly, the air-conditioning is constantly overflowing, and there is no light in the room.

"How did she open the door just now?"

Looking at the thick layer of dust on the doorknob, Xia Ren hesitated whether to go in or not.

"It's already here anyway..."

He comforted himself, and then he made a decision he regretted most.

The moment his left foot just stepped into the door frame, a clear text unfolded in his mind.

The host has been found!

Chapter 2 The Man Who Doesn't Exist

"what?"

Xia Ren kept his stepping posture and stopped in place.

That paragraph of text was like ripples on the surface of the water, and then slowly disappeared.

"My hallucinations are getting worse."

He subconsciously thought that the tumor in his brain was causing trouble again. After all, as far as he knew, there was no scientific phenomenon that could explain the problem just now.

The words that popped up suddenly couldn't possibly be another creature communicating with him, right?

The mobile phone was still in his pocket, and besides the keys Zhao Mingyue gave him, there was another bunch of keys in his pocket. This extra bunch of keys should belong to his home that he couldn't remember the location of.

He took out his mobile phone, only to find that there was no way to unlock the chain screen password, so he had to give up for the time being.

"The memory hasn't recovered yet, so I can only go to a nearby hospital or police station tomorrow to find a solution."

Xia Ren fumbled to turn on the light in the living room, and the room was brightened immediately.

This is a very standard apartment type, even a bit old-fashioned, and the purpose of the rooms inside can be seen at a glance.

As far as the eye can see, there is a wooden shoe cabinet at the entrance, which contains a few pairs of delicate women's shoes and plush slippers. According to what Zhao Mingyue said, she used to live here, so these shoes should be hers.

and many more……

Xia Ren looked in the direction of the bedroom, if the shoes were still there, it meant that the clothes were also there.

For some people, this house is simply a treasure house...

He shook his head, drove out the messy thoughts, and looked at the room again.

After the entrance is a kitchen, and on the wall further ahead, there is an emerald green oil painting. In the painting is a dense forest. Between the tree trunks, a wooden cabin is looming. The frame of the picture is old, and I don't know what kind of paint the artist used, those green leaves are as real as they are, if the other colors have not faded, Xia Ren would have thought it was taken with a camera.

It is also a little strange that there is a sealed glass cover outside the frame, which may be to protect the painting.

The temperature in the room was extremely low, but fortunately there were no fleeting shadows, and there was no sound of rolling marbles on the ceiling.

After closing the door, Xia Ren wanted to go to the balcony and open the curtains to take a breath, but when he walked to the living room, he tripped over something.

Looking down, it was a dog bowl with a bone pattern printed in the middle.

"She still has a dog?"

Xia Ren bent down to pick up the rice bowl, only to find that it was still brand new, and the product label on the side hadn't been torn off.

After walking to the balcony and opening the curtains, he found another birdcage hanging by the window, which was also unused.

"I always feel that this room is full of weird atmosphere."

He went back into the house, stretched out his finger and wiped the coffee table, it was clean, but why was there so much dust on the doorknob outside, it seemed that no one had touched it at all, Zhao Mingyue also said that no one lived here for a long time, after all Who is cleaning?

Frowning, Xia Ren raised his head and looked around the ceiling. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

His conjecture was correct, there was a dagger hanging there,

air conditioner!

"The air conditioner is still there."

Xia Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, it would be great if the air conditioner is on now, otherwise there is no way to explain why the room is so cool!

"Do you want to leave before it's completely dark?"

Influenced by more than 20 years of modern cultural knowledge, Xia Ren firmly remembers the 24-character socialist core values ​​in his heart. He really doesn't believe in supernatural events, and the idea just goes around in his head and then disappears.

There are no ghosts in the world, and all phenomena can be explained reasonably, but sometimes our knowledge level has not reached a certain level, so we have unnecessary guesses about many things.

The temperature in the room did not bring any discomfort to Xia Ren. On the contrary, after entering the room, the headache that had been bothering him disappeared, and his body seemed to be liberated all of a sudden. This kind of relaxing experience has not been experienced for two years.

After rubbing his hands, Xia Ren pushed open the door of the master bedroom. The first thing he saw was a big bed with a thick light blue quilt on it, no matter how you look at it, it was covered in winter.With only one pillow, Zhao Mingyue should be living alone.

One side of the room is a wardrobe, and the other side is a desk and dressing table, but there are not many cosmetics on the dressing table. I remember that when I saw Zhao Mingyue, she seemed to have no makeup.