Celestial Master is 0

The next morning, the noise outside the corridor gradually became louder. The doors of the high-end residential area had good sound insulation, but they still couldn't stop the magic sound from ringing in our ears.

Qin Xiaoyou, who hadn't slept well for two days in a row, got up with a dark face, to see who it was that made things difficult for him.

"Pounding, Song Meng, come out with me, Song Meng pretends to be a coward, and give me the money!" The middle-aged aunt with a sloppy nose, a big face, and a fierce appearance kept knocking on the door.

Xiao Zhang, the security guard, held her back. The people living here were either elite white-collar workers or rich people. He couldn't afford to be provoked by a small security guard. "Auntie, can you be quiet in the morning, maybe the people here have already gone to work."

Du Mei is fat and strong, and the security can't do anything about her for a while, "Let go, everyone in their company said that she hasn't gone to work for almost a week, Song Meng, if you don't give me money today, I'll stay here. gone."

The door of 406 opened, and there was a tall man with glasses.

"Who is the security guard? He made no one sleep in the morning."

Xiao Zhang apologized repeatedly: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry. Auntie is really not here, why don't you come back another day."

Du Mei refused to leave no matter what, and there were more and more people on the fourth floor. One of the old people looked at Du Mei strangely and said to his daughter-in-law.

"This person seems to be the mother of that white-collar girl. A while ago, she was asking her daughter for money at the gate of the community every day. Her speech was very unpleasant. Those who didn't know thought she was in debt and asked for money."

After last night's news about unkind parents and unreasonable children, the way others looked at Du Mei changed again and again. Many people recorded videos with their mobile phones and planned to post them on their scarves.

Du Mei didn't care about other people's eyes at all. Instead, she sat on the ground, "I'm her mother. Asking her for money is a matter of course. It's none of your business."

Others are only popular for arguing with her, but Du Mei is very aggressive and vulgar, and the people who live here are highly educated, so they can't compete with her verbally, and some call the police as a nuisance.

Du Mei stood at the door of 404, with her hips on her hips 'bang bang' slapping the door: "Song Meng, open the door quickly, or I'll go to your company to make trouble, and you won't be able to go to work!"

"Click." The door behind him opened, and Du Mei was overjoyed and ready to build up her emotions: "Why did you just open it now?" The door opened.

Coming out of the door was a young man with glasses and a gloomy face, but his appearance was too good-looking.

Qin Xiaoyou rubbed his hair, very upset, "Who are you, knocking on my door early in the morning has already constituted a nuisance, if you don't leave, I will call the police."

Du Mei pointed at Qin Xiaoyou: "I still want to ask you who you are and why you are in Song Meng's house." With a sharp mouth and a big face, his expression changed, and he sat on the ground with a drawn voice, "Okay, it's okay for her to have a pretty face." If you don’t give me money, ouch, my life is so miserable.”

Du Mei sat on the ground, crying and cursing, being playful and lazy.

The neighbors around looked at each other in blank dismay, this person might not be sick.

The old lady who couldn't understand Du Mei's behavior stood up: "Here, Song Meng is in 403, and you stand in 404, and you put hats on people's heads regardless of whether they are right or wrong. We have called the police."

Du Mei didn't notice which room Song Meng lived in when she came out. She just blamed this little bitch for being too cunning. Every time we met, she was at the gate of the community. This time she waited at the gate of the community for several days, and even went to their company several times. , Song Meng never appeared.

In this community, you have to scan your face to get in. She spent a lot of thought to get in. She didn't expect to find the wrong door, and the other party looked like an expensive young master. Even the pajamas she wore were imported. Occasionally, I saw it in a high-end clothing store.

There were a lot of rich and powerful people in this high-end community, and she couldn't afford to offend any of them, so Du Mei began to get scared.But on the surface, he pretended to be calm: "If you call the police, you can call the police. Isn't it just a few bad money, can you bully ordinary people like us? Let me tell you, my daughter is still the deputy director of Dingnan Company."

On the fourth floor, there was a little girl from the same company as Song Meng, who showed contempt on her face: "So you are her mother, your daughter was fired by the company for embezzling public funds, and she was sued in court a week later, and she was also the deputy director." , wait for the lawsuit."

As soon as Du Mei heard about the lawsuit, it would mean losing money!

Lose money, no, absolutely not!

She didn't care that the people living here were either rich or noble, so she went up and slapped the girl, "What about a lawsuit, you bastard, you talk nonsense, I'll let you talk nonsense."

"Ah, my hair." The little girl was pulled by her hair, her scalp ached, and there was a distinct slap mark on her face. The audience quickly pulled Du Mei away.

Qin Xiaoyou leaned against the door with a cold face, the face of the sloppy woman was blue-gray, he rubbed his eyes, the color on her face was still there, and the faces of the people around were probably very bright yellow and pink The face of the old man is gray and white, and the face of the child is red...

"Crows, I can see strange colors. Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

The green crow flapped its wings and stood on his shoulders: "The host doesn't have to worry. I released part of your skeleton's body strength so that you can see the luck on their faces. The purer the color, the better the luck of this person." On the contrary, the lighter the color, the lower their luck is. You can see that the pale color on the faces of those old people means that their luck is exhausted, and they will disappear in a short time, that is to say, they will die. Some people live their lives in poverty and die of mediocrity. , it is called destiny in Chinese Onmology."

"So that's how it is. The woman who made trouble must be dying soon. Then I opened the golden finger in the novel. Although it's useless, how can I put it away?" Qin Xiaoyou asked.

Crow: "Simple, if you don't want to see it, you can't see it."

Qin Xiaoyou emptied his head, opened his eyes, the bright colors disappeared, and the police arrived.

Du Mei was out of luck. Coincidentally, the father of the girl who beat her was the captain of the police station.

She made a fuss today and someone was not used to seeing it and uploaded it on the Internet. Netizens were filled with righteous indignation and criticized Du Mei for kidnapping her children with family affection. More people were curious about Song Meng. Some Internet experts checked Song Meng's experience.

[Song Meng is 25 years old and is the deputy director of an Internet software company. Her father died young in a single-parent family, and her mother gave birth to no one to support her. She started working part-time in high school and squeezed into the position of deputy director of the company in just three years. She is a career expert, but In mid-July this year, the defendant sued the court for alleged embezzlement of public funds. 】

[Hey, she's a strong woman, but unfortunately, she was blinded by money in the real world. 】

[There is a real hammer, the subpoena of the national court, the picture above #上图#]

[I heard that this position is not worthy of the name. According to relevant sources, this person is earned by a superior position, and all positions higher than her in the company are her servants. 】

【! ! ! 】

[This melon is as big as a bus. 】

[Upstairs you are not alone. 】

【horrible! 】

The public opinion on the Internet continued, and later spread to the headlines and was suppressed by the police.

Du Mei made such a big commotion outside, her daughter didn't even move, it was impossible for the company to go, and she hadn't seen her come out for several days, the neighbors felt that something was wrong, and the police happened to be here, so they notified the agency before Come and open the door.

"Ah! Dead."

After the agent opened the door, he showed fear and crawled several meters away from the room.

When the police entered the door, their pupils tightened, and they asked other police officers to ban the room, and told everyone on the fourth floor to stay away, "Notify the bureau that there is a case."

Qin Xiaoyou moved a few steps, and the stench of rust came from the tip of his nose. When he saw it, he saw the dark blood splatters at the door, spots, all over the floor and walls, attracting countless mosquitoes, buzzing Straight call.

In particular, a severed hand was in the middle of the gate, and the nails were so bright red that it was hard to tell whether it was blood or nail polish. A head was hanging on the chandelier facing the gate, and when she opened the door, she saw her eyes that were dying.

There are circles of blood patterns on the ground, extending to the door.

The onlookers gasped, their faces turned pale, and they were sent back to the house by the police.

Someone took the courage to take a picture of the room and posted it on the Internet, but within a few minutes, someone touched the person under the scarf, and the netizens turned pale.

[This is the landlord's prank, it's disgusting. 】

[The landlord wants to be popular by sensationalism, so he wants to go crazy. 】

[Are we three-year-olds, play with us, and show us this when you click in? 】

【Didn't you notice the eyes... have the eyes moved!Ahhh! 】

[No? 】

[Did the floor master read it wrong? 】

Many people jumped back and looked at the photo just now again. The eyes, which were closed just now, were wide open, the pupils were small, and the eye sockets were bloodshot, staring straight at everyone who was looking at the computer.

Mouths open and close—damn you all!

【! ! ! 】

Now many people are diving and there is no sound. Only some courageous people are still distinguishing whether it is true or false.

Qin Xiaoyou looked around and went back to the room, sitting on the sofa and thinking deeply: "The voice I heard last night was made by the young lady next door?"

Crow: "Yes, the host."

Qin Xiaoyou got up half angry: "...No, why did she make such a big noise last night? I didn't sleep well all night." He yawned, his eyes were black and blue .

Qing Crow: "Host, according to your Chinese tradition, last night was her first seven, she came out to get some air."

Qin Xiaoyou: "..." This is a good reason, but he couldn't refute it.

"Ding-dong-"

Someone rang the doorbell, Qin Xiaoyou opened the door and saw an acquaintance.

Zhao Yili showed his big white teeth: "What a coincidence, Young Master Qin."

Qin Xiaoyou: "...what a coincidence."

Zhao Yili looked behind him: "Master Qin, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Please say."

"Did you hear any movement next door or any suspicious people coming these days?"

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