Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

Song Yanchen leaned on the wall, arched his back, was short of breath, and walked forward in a shaky step.

In his hand, he held the anti-wolf electric baton he bought some time ago to defend himself, so as not to put himself in danger.

Song Yanchen took a deep breath, looked at the video on the phone again, and determined the geographical position of the other party.

That's right, at the head of the stairs.

And it's between the 12th and 13th floors!

Song Yanchen's heart thumped, he clenched the tools in his hands, and cautiously approached the stairs.

From a distance, he could hear the security guard's moaning and moaning sounds from the severe pain.

Song Yanchen was startled, before he could approach, the sound of hurried footsteps came intermittently, and the sound became smaller and smaller.

-------- Someone ran away.

As soon as this idea appeared, Song Yanchen wanted to realize something, gripped the tool tightly, poked his head, and rushed out.

Song Yanchen covered his mouth and stayed where he was, staring blankly at the security guard who collapsed under the stairs.

There is only one small window in the dark corridor. The light is not bright, and it still looks extremely dark and gloomy.

At this moment, the security guard's face was covered with blood, especially the right side of his face was swollen into a tumor, and his clothes were also dirty. Can't stand up.

Hearing the sound from upstairs, the security guard who was on the verge of death raised his head slightly, his eyes burst out with pleading and painful emotions, and he looked closely in Song Yanchen's direction.

And his eyes full of hope turned into horror and fear the moment he followed Song Yanchen, and the next second, he noticed the weapon held by the other party's right hand.

"No!! Don't come here! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The screaming, the broken leg made him unable to get up from the ground for a while.

-------He thought that Song Yanchen would also take revenge on him.

Song Yanchen also woke up from the shock because of this scream, and took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, the emergency call from the hospital...

A gloomy figure stood silently in the corner, watching this scene expressionlessly.His eyes were gloomy, and he looked at the security guard with undisguised disgust.

Ha ha......

It's not that it is not reported, the time has not come.

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The man breathed heavily, pulled open the door, lowered his head very low, and walked in quickly.

After closing the door, he leaned his back against the wall, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

The unpleasant episode just now didn't affect his mood too much, because he always had the opportunity to teach the security guard who didn't know what to do.

hehehe...

Thinking of this, the man threw the dagger on the ground casually, slowly sat back on the sofa, and slowly lay down on it.

The man half-lyed on the sofa, turned his neck, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of madness, and opened some mysterious software on his phone.

The phone screen instantly switched to Song Yanchen's room.

Looking at the empty room shown on the screen, the man didn't go crazy, he couldn't hide his trembling heart, and started to play back the video recording.

right......

right here.....

Looking at Song Yanchen who opened the door on the phone, he began to slowly approach the bed...

The man's throat rolled, and his breathing became slightly rapid. He stared fixedly at Song Yanchen's face on the screen, like a hungry person who has been starving for three days and three nights during the famine suddenly looked at a delicious food, and his taste buds began to swell. The automatic release of saliva stimulated the nerves in his brain and released the signal to look for food.

so cute...

want to hug.......

Men are fascinated.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a black shadow flashing in front of the camera, and before the man could react, the screen of his mobile phone was cut into a black screen.

The man's eyelids twitched, his brows frowned stiffly, and he immediately switched to a new monitoring angle, and even turned on the monitor.

Black screen.....still black screen.....all black screen...

Even the listener has completely failed...

"Ah ah ah ah ah-------!!"

The man's smiling eyes slowly turned into morbid madness, his mouth let out a sharp and maddened roar, his face twisted, and he slapped his body frantically, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his face was gloomy and frightening.

The next second, he slammed the phone in his hand to the ground and kept hitting the wall with his head.

why!

Why! !

Who the hell!

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After sending the security guards to the ambulance, Song Yanchen stood there with a pale face, watching the ambulance leave.

Seeing the crowd watching the theater disappear one by one, Song Yanchen's whole soul seemed to be pulled away, his face was extremely ugly, and he stood there blankly for a long time.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses and walked back.

"Young man, do you want to tell your fortune?" The fortune teller wearing black presbyopic glasses squatted on the small bench with a satisfied face, and a bunch of incomprehensible abacus and hexagrams were placed in front of him.

Almost immediately, he fell in love with Song Yanchen, who had the worst complexion in the crowd and looked the saddest, and hurriedly greeted him, wanting to strike up a conversation with him.

Song Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to glance at the other party, but he didn't believe such charlatans, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey, don't go! Don't go!" The fortune teller hurriedly yelled several times behind him, "I see that your seal has turned black, it seems that you have suffered a bad luck recently, and you have a bloody face."

I don't know which sentence touched Song Yanchen's mind, his expression paused slightly, his bloodless lips trembled, and he turned his head to look at the other party.

When the fortune teller saw something interesting, he immediately cleared his throat, sat up from the stool quickly, and continued with a mysterious expression, "Have you been in trouble recently?"

Song Yanchen hesitated for a moment, walked up to the fortune teller, and said unambiguously, "Yes."

The fortune teller pointed to the payment code next to him, showing a slightly sly expression, "Do you want to count your birthday? Let me help you see if there is a solution."

Song Yanchen glanced at the price, which was not considered cheap, hesitated for a moment, and chose to give it a try.

Seeing that he had been fooled, the fortune teller almost grinned to the sky.

Song Yanchen wrote down his own birthday horoscope in accordance with the fortune teller's requirements. As soon as the fortune teller saw the other party's birthday horoscope clearly, his brows twitched slightly.

Song Yanchen noticed the unnatural expression on the other party's face, and quickly asked, "Is there any problem?"

The cynical expressions of the fortune tellers all subsided, and they stared at him closely, "This year belongs to the Year of Renyin, and your good fortune will meet with the fleeting year, and the luck of the year will come at the same time."

Song Yanchen couldn't understand these messy terms, but judging from the other party's tone, it didn't seem like a good thing, so he hurriedly asked, "What will happen if you commit a misfortune?"

"Auspicious luck is not always bad, it depends on whether you are happy or not, good things will happen if you use the god or the god of joy, and bad things will happen if you use the god of jealousy, but you..." The fortune teller looked at Song Yanchen with a very strange expression, "Although it is a big murder..."

"But you don't kill yourself to kill others..."

As he said that, the fortune teller inexplicably felt a burst of nameless cold sweat rushing down his back, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He waved his hands quickly, breathing faster, "Go, go, I can't help, you go! Get away from me!"

Song Yanchen was stunned, never expecting the other party's reaction to be so fierce, and immediately wanted to grab him, "Wait, master, don't go, tell me what I should do first?"

The fortune-teller was in a hurry, backed away, pushed the other side, and hurriedly said, "Don't grab me! I'm a half-baked guy! I can't help you! Let me go!"

As he said that, as if he was afraid that Song Yanchen would entangle him, he quickly took cash out of his pocket and stuffed it into Song Yanchen's hand, "I won't do this business, stay away from me!"

Song Yanchen stood there holding on to the money in a daze, watching helplessly as the fortune teller hurriedly grabbed his small bench and the various props in front of him, and fled quickly, looking like the king of Hades chasing after him. attitude.

Combined with the fortune-telling words and the experience of this period of time, Song Yanchen's face suddenly became more and more sick, his face was bloodless, and there was an inexplicable ripple in his heart, his eyelashes trembled in the wind, like a butterfly about to fly in fear .

............

The fortune teller ran a long way and turned several turns. After making sure that the man hadn't followed, he took a deep breath, stopped, and stood on the side of the road.

At this moment, a deep shadow was quietly cast on his body, as if the shadow of something was attached to it.

Before the fortune teller could react, a pair of silent hands appeared behind him.

The black shadow stared at him condescendingly, sneered, and pushed hard.

The fortune teller was unprepared, his pupils trembled, his whole body leaned forward, and he slammed forward, and the props in his hand fell to the ground.

"Dididi!!!!"

At the same time, as the red light at the intersection turned green, the black private car that was about to turn came suddenly.

At the moment when the fortune teller fell, the driver of the private car was obviously stunned. He started to slam on the brakes at the fastest speed, and the steering wheel turned right crazily. The distance was almost ten centimeters, and the car was about to hit the flower bed next to the intersection. .

The fortune-teller, relying on his excellent physical fitness and superhuman reaction speed, spun a few times on the ground, successfully avoided the vital point, and was not injured.

Fortunately, the other cars following the private car responded in a timely manner and did not collide with the rear, thus avoiding a traffic accident.

In order to avoid secondary injuries, the fortune-teller endured the pain and quickly got up from the ground. With a pale face, he dragged his injured leg and walked back to the sidewalk.

The whole process can be regarded as a near miss.

The driver of the private car almost went crazy with fright. He poked his head out and cursed, "You must be fucking sick. You don't know how to look when you walk!"

The fortune-teller's face was ashen as he listened to the other party's cursing, but his thoughts began to drift away.

Do not!

It was no coincidence just now!

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: Guess what?

Xiao Song: What do you think is the reason?

Fortune teller: It's really hard for me.

Next chapter: Xiao Song finally saw the face of a certain ghost.

感谢在2022-03-1012:16:12~2022-03-1112:07:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Galaxy Moon Night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!