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Boring Monday.

At 07:30 in the morning, accompanied by a series of barking dogs, Qian Er yawned and walked out of the house. Mike, the Chinese pastoral dog locked in a cage, was turning around angrily.

"Stop yelling, stop yelling, your father isn't dead yet." Qian Er said weakly, "It's not too late to yell when I'm dead, my dear."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

He was answered with a more ferocious bark.

Qian Er sighed helplessly.

Probably because the weather was getting hotter, Mike also became restless, roaring into the air all day long, no matter what happened or not, like a mad dog.

Especially yesterday when I came back from get off work and opened the door, the dead dog even wanted to jump over and bite me. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough.

"Mike, Dad has gone to work. The air conditioner is turned on for you. Don't blow it into the air. Drink plenty of hot water when you have nothing to do at home, and then look at your favorite hair dryer. There is nothing difficult to overcome."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Tsk, even the hair dryer doesn't work, this silly dog ​​really has rabies." Qian Er muttered.

Mike likes to watch "Peppa Pig". Although Qian Er doesn't know where the charm of this pink hair dryer comes from, Mike used to watch it every day. Like a child making a fuss.

In desperation, Qian Er had no choice but to download the complete works of the hair dryer, and turned on the computer every day before going to work, trying to make Mike feel bored.

"Take it when you see it, or you will be turned into a dog meat hot pot sooner or later." Qian Er scolded, scratched his hair, and went to work.

As usual, breakfast is to buy a pancake fruit at the pancake stand downstairs, but today Qian Er came out from the entrance of the community and found that the owner of the pancake seller hadn’t even left the stall——waiting for you in the rain or wind?It's only been half a year, and he still hasn't gotten tired of eating, so why did the boss change positions?

Sighing, Qian Er looked around and decided to go to the newly opened bun shop at the intersection to solve the problem of eating.

The store is not big, and every table is full of people, and at first glance, they are all social animals, even with the same listless expression.

"What to eat, sit inside." The fat boss wearing an apron said while frying fried dough sticks.

"Three steamed stuffed buns with vermicelli, a bowl of tofu nao, and a tea egg." Qian Er looked at the price list posted on the wall and said, but he said "tsk" in his heart. It's only ten yuan, which is really expensive.

He found a newly vacated seat and sat down, pushed aside the dishes left by the last diner, Qian Er took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick box, took out a piece of paper to wipe them, and waited boredly for the boss to take his chopsticks away. The meal is served.

The man in the shirt sitting across from him has no sense of public morality, his mobile phone is turned on, and he is watching short videos one after another.

"Brother, brother, I'll eat a lollipop with you, will your girlfriend..."

"It is reported that this herd of wild elephants has entered the urban area. Experts call on the nearby citizens to go to a safe area to escape..."

"It's amazing! It's really amazing. Look at this color scheme, durability, and smoothness. Sisters, don't hesitate to go straight!"

"The latest news is that the death incident that happened in Xingfu Street, Xuwu District last night is suspected to be a serial crime. The murderer disguised himself as a street girl and lured the victim to a nearby public toilet, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to kill... The death toll has reached six. The police remind the general public to increase their awareness of safety precautions and not to follow strangers into small and confined spaces..."

Xingfu Street, Xuwu District?

Qian Er raised his eyebrows and was very surprised—isn't this the road mentioned in the video?There was a homicide last night? !

"Steamed stuffed buns, tea eggs and tofu brains are here!" At this time, the fat boss brought up the meal at two o'clock, and asked with a smile, "So what, have you paid?"

"I just showed you the WeChat I just scanned." Qian Er was a little displeased, but at this moment his mind was on the murder case, so he just answered casually and then grabbed the boss and asked, "Boss, Someone was killed near us last night, do you know that?"

"Don't you know?" the fat boss asked, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, and pouted his mouth towards a simple public toilet across the road, "Here, that's right there, come after five o'clock in the morning A large group of police officers were mobilized until almost seven o'clock, before people left for work and school."

The man in the shirt who had been watching the video became interested when he heard the words, put down his phone and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's... hard to say." The fat boss said embarrassingly.

"Don't be like this, it's all from the neighbors, so you just talk about it." Other customers in the store also spoke out.

The fat boss was just pretending. Seeing the enthusiasm in the store, he simply let go and asked a small worker to fry fried dough sticks for him, and said, "Oh, it's similar to what was said in the news. It was past five o'clock this morning. When I went to the toilet, I found a man dead inside. It is said that he was strangled to death, his face was blue, and his tongue stuck out a big part, which was scary enough.”

"How do you know that the murderer was disguised as a street girl?" the man in the shirt asked curiously.

"It seems that a wig, high-heeled shoes, a suspender skirt, and an unopened condom were found inside." The fat boss said, blinking again, "And you may know the deceased, he is the pancake seller!"

"Ah? It's him, no wonder he didn't show up today."

"Why didn't it come out? The pancake truck was still parked outside when his body was found. I guess it was the murderer who pretended to be a street girl when he came out of the stall early in the morning, and then he was tricked into the toilet. " said the fat boss.

"It's possible. As far as I know, the pancake seller doesn't seem to be married. If you meet a street girl with a discount after get off work..." Halfway through the speech, the speaker stopped, and let out a series of "understanding" laughter , yin and yang.

"Wait, this is wrong. Why is there a wig in the toilet? Could it be that the murderer is actually a man? The legendary lady-dresser?!"

"Wow, don't tell me, it's very possible! Didn't you say that he was strangled to death? How can a woman have such a strong hand?"

"It's too miserable. It's fine if the peony flower dies, but if it's a chrysanthemum..."

"Exciting, really exciting."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The small store was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.

Who the fuck are these people!

Qian Er cursed in his heart, feeling a sulking air rushing to his head. He was so disgusted that he couldn't even eat, so he stuffed two mouthfuls of tofu nao into his mouth, copied the remaining two buns, and went to the door to tear them up. The food bag was loaded, and then he left without looking back.

When passing by the place where the pancake stand used to be, Qian Er paused, then turned his head to look at the simple public toilet on the opposite side - there were some spectators around the cordon, and every face was excited with nothing to do with it .

A kind of anger surged in Qian Er's heart.

In fact, he is not familiar with the owner of the pancake stand. In Qian Er’s impression, the owner of the pancake stand is a quick-witted, honest man, very hardworking, and always smiling. Only when I saw him yesterday, he was out of his mind. He seemed to be frightened... Forget it, people are dead, what's the use of thinking about it.

The bus slowly entered the station, Qian Er came to his senses and was about to chase after him, but he suddenly saw a bruised face stuck behind the glass of the public toilet in his peripheral vision, its tongue was protruding from its mouth, and its eyes were bloodshot. looking at himself, and then suddenly beat the glass angrily, as if to pounce on him!

It's the pancake stand owner!

Qian Er shuddered suddenly, feeling as if his whole body had been hit by electricity. At this moment, cold sweat protruded from his back, his legs went limp, and he knelt down in the middle of the road.

"Hey! Young man, what's the matter?!" The passing aunt was startled, and quickly took two steps to help him up, "What are you doing so fast, even if you are in a hurry to go to work, you have to look at the road, how dangerous it was just now .”

Not caring about thanking him, Qian Er tremblingly looked back again, but this time there was nothing.

"What's the matter?" Aunt followed his eyes to see the public toilet, and suddenly understood, "Oh, you also know about the murder case yesterday, right? I heard that it was a pancake seller who was seduced by the lady and then killed. ... Tsk, I didn't say, there are ladies in our area who send out small cards every night, how do you do the anti-pornography work..."

Qian Er was not in the mood to listen to what the aunt was saying, so he said "thank you" in a low voice, and squeezed into the car before it drove away.

Crowded as always.

But for the first time, Qian Er felt the benefits of having more people.

For the next day, Qian Er was in a daze, unable to concentrate when working, and the public toilet and that face pressed against the glass appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

No, no, no, I must have read it wrong, the boss is dead, his body has been taken away by the police, how could it be still in the toilet.

It must be because I suddenly heard that the boss was killed, and it was hard to accept for a while, and I didn't eat much breakfast, and my blood sugar was low, so I felt dizzy and hallucinated... definitely so.

But that bruised face with tongue sticking out was lifelike, and I had clearly never seen the boss's death...

That's because of the description of the fat boss of the bun shop!My own imagination has always been rich, and it is an old problem.

In short, prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law...

It was so hard to get off work.

The shadow of the morning was still there, Qian Er hesitated for a moment while riding in the car, made a detour, and chose to go home by another road.

The delivery man riding an electric scooter rampages on the sidewalk, and a few students who are off their evening self-study run around playing around, everything is normal.

Looking at the familiar picture, Qian Er couldn't help feeling relaxed, thinking that he was too nervous in the morning.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blowing from the ground penetrated into Qian Er's neckline, and Qian Er suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and sneezed.

"Could it be a cold..." Qian Er stopped talking to himself halfway.

His eyes were staring fixedly at the reflector of a private car a few steps away—that blue face, the tongue that slipped out of his mouth, his bloodshot eyes with anger...

"Ho ho..."

A bellows-like terrifying sound came from the ear, the purple lips opened and closed, and the tongue rolled and stirred, smashing the words into pieces.

"...it's you...can't run...will die!!!"

The window of the co-pilot's seat was slowly lowered, and a hand covered in oil from a crevice in the armor protruded from it.

Qian Er gasped, then turned around and ran away!

how so!

What the hell is that!

Is this the devil?

He ran back to the door of his house in one breath, heard Mike screaming through the door, Qian Er took out the key panting heavily, and hurriedly inserted it into the lock.

But his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't get it in after several attempts.

Make wool!Hurry up!Qian Er yelled in his heart, tried to calm himself down, and at the same time listened to the movement behind him.

Nobody... or anything else came after me.

Mike was still screaming, heart-piercing.

The couple next door seemed to be arguing, and a shrill female voice was yelling desperately.

With a sound of "ding--", the elevator stopped.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, dull and dragging, as if one leg was not very flexible and could only drag on the ground.

A faint smell of scallion oil floated from the end of the corridor.

Qian Er's heart tightened suddenly, as if he felt something terrible was about to happen.

"Click."

Just when a figure was about to appear in Qian Er's peripheral vision, the key was finally inserted into the lock, and the door opened.

Qian Er rushed in, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Retreating step by step to the depths of the room, Qian Er could clearly hear the footsteps stopping at the door of his house, and then with a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

With a bruised face, tongue hanging down, and a rotten leg, the owner of the pancake stall walked in slowly. He stood there blankly at first, then suddenly his nose moved, and he turned his head suddenly to look in the direction where Qian Er was hiding.

"how come……"

Qian Er, who was hiding behind the sofa, was dumbfounded, and felt that he was instantly covered by extreme fear, and the bone-chilling chill penetrated through every pore, reaching his heart.

"Old Fan... You, you turned into a ghost? Don't come here! I didn't harm you! You should go find the person who killed you! Stay away from me!!!"

Screaming was mixed with roaring. At this moment, Qian Er's adrenaline soared, he jumped up from behind the sofa, raised one hand at the same time, overturned the coffee table in front of him and smashed it at the pancake stand owner, and then took advantage of the situation to dodge to get away from him. slip.

If you can't run out, then go to the bedroom first!Then jump out of the window, anyway, the second floor won't kill you...

etc!Is this the second floor? Why did he remember that he ran straight to the door as soon as he rushed into the corridor just now... So is this really his home? ! !

Oops!

Qian Er's face changed drastically, but it was too late to stop at this moment, under the effect of inertia, he could only watch him rush straight into the bedroom——

Tick, tick.

I don't know where the sound of water came from.

Accompanied by a sharp pain, Qian Er felt a huge force coming from his ankle. Just as he was about to rush into the bedroom, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the coffee table, grabbed Qian Er's ankle and pulled him backwards. !

Qian Er suddenly lost his balance and fell on his back.

His eyes fell, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and an indescribable stench filled his nostrils.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water droplets.

……

Suddenly returning to his senses, Song Yu only felt that his right ankle was tightly grasped by one hand. He didn't look down, but immediately slammed his other foot hard. Taking advantage of the moment when the hand was hit hard and loosened slightly, the whole person instantly rolled to the side and got rid of the shackles.

Dried and yellowed urinals, moldy ceilings, concrete floors with countless footprints, and five or six beige door panels full of nonsense.

He turned up in a public restroom.

A woman in a red suspender dress was swinging her waist, and walked in slowly from the door, smiling strangely.

Definitely not alive.

Song Yu stepped back again to create a distance.

"Wow!"

With a cry of excitement, Song Mingkong jumped up suddenly, opened his arms and rushed towards the red ghost!