Nightmare Apostle

Yang Xiao looked Tong Han up and down. She was wearing a sequined dress and dressed like a dancer. If I remember correctly, she also said that she was a dancer when she introduced herself. It just happened to be a professional match.

Qu Yi took on another commission. Speaking of this commission, it was a bit strange. The client was Mr. Wen in room 5042.

This was a suspense novel author. The commission letter introduced that Mr. Wen lived alone, his life was boring, and he rarely left his room. Therefore, he required that the person who came to his door must be an interesting person. If he could bring some new inspiration to his story, it would be even better.

What really touched Qu Yi was the last sentence in the commission letter. Mr. Wen was a generous person. If he could give him inspiration and satisfy his readers, Mr. Wen was willing to pay a very high reward.

Frankly speaking, this commission didn't sound easy, but Qu Yi had her own plan, and she took the task with a stiff upper lip.

After all, she had very little money now, and she had been left with bloody handprints by the ball-playing ghost. If she encountered a similar situation again, the consequences would be disastrous. She needed enough money to ensure her own safety.

She could see that some of the teammates this time were very difficult to deal with, and she was no match for them at all. Even if she continued to fight, she would be the one who would die.

It would be better to just give it a try.

Fortunes are sought in danger. In the later stage of the mission, you must ensure that you have enough money in your hands. This is the bargaining chip for survival.

The commissioned mission was over, and the next step was the daily patrol mission. This time, Yang Xiao took the initiative to speak up and won a quota, and the other one fell into the hands of Mo Daidai.

Li Qingxuan, Cheng Ya, and Fu Changxue were all byes.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Tong Han's eyes were suddenly attracted by the big wooden table in the security room, or more precisely, the photo under the glass plate on the table.

"Come and see!"

After moving closer, everyone noticed that one of the photos on the right was a photo of a man and a woman, and just yesterday, this photo was still blurry.

The man was dressed in a suit, with a serious face, and had the style of a business elite, while the woman next to him was wearing light makeup, and the key point was that she was wearing a white coat.

Looking closely, you can see that the two of them each wore a ring on their left ring fingers.

Qu Yi's face suddenly changed. The hand with the ring brought back her indelible horror memories. "It's the ball-playing ghost and the surgery ghost!"

"Is this the male and female evil?" Fu Xuechang was a little confused. After all, these two people didn't look like vicious murderers no matter how they looked.

Mo Daidai picked up the torn envelope from the ground. There was still a bloody handprint on the envelope. The root of the left ring finger of the handprint was missing a small piece. It can be confirmed that the letter was sent to the door by the man in the photo, the ball-playing ghost.

"Why do I feel that these two people are not like murderers, they are more like the administrators of the apartment, or... or the owner of this apartment." Li Qingxuan looked more and more wrong. The background of the photo was the main entrance of this apartment, which looked magnificent at the time.

"Everyone, there is one more thing. We have all received the script box. I believe everyone has read the contents inside. There is a number plate marked with the number 85. But according to my observation, there is no room number with such a large number in this apartment." Yang Xiao said the doubts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

"Yes, I also found that the largest room number in this apartment is 60, and each floor is almost the same." Tong Han said.

"So... this room does not exist?" Cheng Ya was rarely sober.

"It must exist. The clues given by the script box will not lie." Mo Daidai's voice was not loud, just enough for everyone present to hear, "This room numbered 85 must exist, and it is very important. I think this room hides the biggest secret of Dongzhou Apartment."

"The secret of becoming a famous haunted building." Mo Daidai added after thinking.

It was already completely bright. After confirming that there were no new clues, the group left the apartment. Now the key to the problem became finding the hidden room 85 and figuring out the origins of the male ghost playing ball and the female ghost who underwent surgery.

Following the path I walked yesterday, bypassing the wall, and just getting out of the gap in the collapsed concrete wall, a familiar scene was staged. The vendor who pushed a bicycle and sold candied haws along the street appeared on time like a plot NPC.

The old man was also stunned when he saw them, especially when he saw Yang Xiao, his eyes immediately became fierce. Before everyone greeted him, the old man got on the bike, turned around and was about to leave, cursing.

It was Li Qingxuan who ran a few steps and grabbed the back seat of the old man's bicycle, "Old man, don't leave."

"Let go!" The old man was so angry that his eyes were wide open, "A bunch of poor ghosts, you catch a poor old man like me every day and cheat me on time, do you still have a conscience?"

Tong Han turned his head to look at Yang Xiao, begging in a weak tone, "Chu Xi, you should apologize to the old man!"

"Yes, brother Chu, the old man is so pitiful, let's take care of his business a little." Fu Changxue also persuaded Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao saw clearly that these two people just wanted him to pay for information. After all, he was the richest now. This was true, but this habit should not be allowed to grow. Yang Xiao smiled, took out money from his pocket, and said in a joking tone: "Miss Tong, Brother Fu, I know what to do. I don't need you to do me a favor. Although I have more money, it is also earned by me bit by bit with hard work."

‘I think it’s better to do this. Let’s each buy a string of candied haws to take care of the old man’s business. ” Yang Xiao turned the tables on the two of them.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, until Mo Daidai took action. He took out a one-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the old man, “Old man,

Give me two strings of candied haws.”

Seeing that there was real money coming into the account, the old man was not in a hurry to leave. After receiving the money, he handed Mo Daidai two strings of bright red candied haws.

Mo Daidai took a bite without any hesitation. The outer sugar shell was crunchy, and the hawthorn inside was sour.

“Delicious.” Mo Daidai commented seriously.

With Mo Daidai taking the lead, Li Qingxuan immediately followed and handed over his only one yuan, repeatedly emphasizing: “Old man, I want a string of candied haws, just one string! ”

But at this moment, the old man's ears seemed to have suddenly failed. He took the money and handed Li Qingxuan two strings of candied haws without change.

When Li Qingxuan questioned him, the old man smiled honestly, pointed to his ears and said that he was old and his ears were a little deaf, so he didn't hear clearly. Forget it this time, but next time.

Then Fu Changxue and Qu Yi also bought two strings of candied haws. No matter how much they emphasized, the old man just wouldn't give change.

In the end, only Yang Xiao, Tong Han, and Cheng Ya hadn't bought anything yet, but the difference was that Yang Xiao had money to buy, while the remaining two had no money at all.

Tong Han earned 5 yuan from patrolling last night, but he had already returned it to Mo Daidai. Now his pockets were cleaner than his face, without a penny.

Cheng Ya was even more anxious and at a loss. She wanted to ask someone to borrow some, but no one paid any attention to her.

"What do you mean? "The old man had always disliked Yang Xiao, and now he finally found a chance to vent his anger, "Everyone else has bought it, why are you three special? It's over, I'm so angry at you, I have a headache, and I can't remember anything. "

Yang Xiao took out a crumpled one-yuan note from his pocket, and then counted out a 5-cent coin and handed it to the old man generously, "Old man, give me three strings of candied haws, and I'll treat them two."

Tong Han was stunned, while Cheng Ya was grateful and kept thanking Yang Xiao.

Seeing that everyone got the candied haws, Fu Changxue immediately asked the old man about the information about Dongzhou Apartment, but the old guy refused to reveal a word, just evading that he had a headache, and he couldn't remember anything when he had a headache, and he had no money to buy medicine, so he just acted like a rogue.

"How much does it cost to buy medicine?" Yang Xiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and took out a huge 5-yuan note and fanned himself with wind.