you are scary

Bai Qianwan, the owner of No. 18 Zhengde Street, is a young man, about 20 years old, with tired eyes and pale complexion, probably due to illness.Another man at the door was slightly older than him, drenched all over, holding a cup of steaming warm water in his hand.

The man said in surprise: "Do I need it too?" He glanced at Bai Qianwan.

Bai Qianwan explained to the two criminal policemen: "He is passing by here to borrow an umbrella and a drink of water. Please come in, two police officers."

"That's right." Zhao Liao nodded.

The strange man left with a water glass and an umbrella in one hand.

After the door was closed, Zhao Liao and Li Ke took off their black raincoats, and the rain dripped all over the floor, sliding on the tiles.The two looked embarrassed, Bai Qianwan took the raincoat nonchalantly, and put it by the wall: "It's okay, I'll just mop the floor later."

The two hurriedly said, "Excuse me."

No. 18 Zhengde Street is a famous haunted house. Because of the murders and perennial hauntings, the nearby residents avoid it. This house has been sold at a low price for a long time and has not been sold by the original owner until About half a year ago, a man from City B, Bai Qianwan, bought the haunted house and moved in.

On September 27, the serial killer committed the fourth crime. This time, he killed a 40-year-old man in a shop near the haunted house, and cooked some of the corpses into dishes, and even the murderer himself may have eaten them himself.For a while, people in City B panicked.

Zhao Liao chatted with Bai Qianwan, while Li Ke quietly observed the haunted house.This house also has a history of several decades, and the decoration is shabby, and the furniture is sparse. There are only two sets of tables and chairs, bookshelves and a sofa in the living room, which is a bit thin and empty.

The computer desk is placed in the living room. The desktop computer is bright and brand new, which is out of place with the whole house. If you look closely, you can see that the computer and stereo are very expensive brands. Next to the computer desk is a large bookshelf full of paper books. Stacks of newspapers were laid out; a table for hospitality or meals was placed in front of a leather sofa, another was against the wall with a large mirror and women's cosmetics; There are cushions on one, and a wooden doll on the other. The doll is about 40 centimeters long, wearing suspenders and a white T-shirt, yellow wig, beige paint on the face, brown glass beads on the eyes, corners of the mouth and arms There are gaps in the joints, and it faces the two unexpected guests with a dull expression, reminiscent of ghost dolls in horror stories.

The other is the expected existence of ghosts, all kinds of ghosts are curiously surrounding the two of them.

"I'm sorry, the house is too messy, please sit down."

Bai Qianwan picked up the red skirt on the sofa and threw it aside casually.Zhao Liao sat down on the leather sofa. He was tall and had a lot of distance from Bai Qianwan. Sitting like this, the leather sofa looked crowded and couldn't accommodate a third tall man.Bai Qianwan stood up again, awkwardly said: "Huh?"

Li Ke hurriedly said: "It's okay, I can stand up..."

Before the words were finished, Bai Qianwan walked towards the chair where the doll was placed, and threw away the doll like a red skirt, and the doll fell to the ground with a thump, its back facing the sky.The chair was moved to Li Ke's side, and he said, "Sit down."

The three sat down.

Li Ke said: "Just to understand the security situation nearby."

"In terms of security, I don't go out often, but I haven't encountered any theft. I'm not sure about this." Bai Qianwan answered quickly, "Are there any other questions?"

"If you don't go out, is Mr. Bai a freelancer?" Zhao Liao asked.

"No, I'm a psychic. Except for the psychic time, I'm usually at home. Oh, and I also work as a part-time network anchor."

"Spiritualist." Li Ke nodded.

Neither of them asked further about this question, Zhao Liao asked again: "Have Mr. Bai seen the deceased?" He took out a photo.In the photo is a man in his forties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His appearance is very ordinary, and he looks like he will forget it once he sees it.

Bai Qianwan shook his head: "I have no memory, maybe I have seen it? I don't remember."

"The deceased was the owner of a small supermarket in the alley."

"Really? I only recently learned about it, Ogre," he said. "That's what they call him."

Li Ke was silent for a while, then asked again: "Have you seen any suspicious people in Zhengde recently?"

"No." The other party continued to shake his head.

Li Ke and Zhao Liao looked at each other, and he said, "Understood, thank you Mr. Bai for your cooperation."

"Are the two police officers leaving?" Bai Qianwan straightened up, seeing the two get up, he also escorted them to the door, "It's raining heavily outside, be careful on the road."

The two raincoats collapsed to the ground, like two slippery beetle shells, being re-covered on the two of them.

The beam of light of the flashlight was moving on the bright steps. Li Ke and Zhao Liao walked carefully to the intersection of Zhengde Street. The rain was heavy and heavy. Under the street lights in the distance, a police car was waiting for them.

The man sitting in the driver's seat bit his cigarette and started the car: "How is it?"

Li Ke thought for a while: "He didn't hide that he was a psychic, and he spoke naturally, including when he mentioned the case and saw the photos of the victim. Judging from the situation in the living room, he seems to value electronic equipment more? The furniture is rare and old, but that brand X laptop is the latest model, very expensive, and so is the stereo. By the way, Bai Qianwan may have a girlfriend or a female companion, and may not live alone."

"Girlfriend?" The man sitting in the driver's seat suddenly turned his head to look at him, with displeasure flashing across his eyes.

"There are girls' cosmetics and clothes in the room, as well as dolls." Li Ke secretly marveled at his reaction.

Zhao Liao interjected, "Maybe it's for his own use. I mean, it's similar to the murderer's hobbies. He likes women's things."

Li Ke asked: "Do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Zhao Liao said: "There seems to be no problem. However, assuming that he is a serial murderer, it is normal to have a strong psychological quality. By the way, when it comes to dolls, he doesn't like dolls, just throw them away. When it reached the ground, the paint was thrown off. If it was a girlfriend's doll, she would be pissed off if she saw it."

"So, the doll is his own? Why do you keep the doll if you don't like it?" Li Ke fell into deep thought.

Zhao Liao looked at him: "Why are we entangled in such trivial details?"

"Every detail is very important, but in fact, it is more appropriate for Team Song to go," Li Ke looked at the man in the driver's seat, "This kind of relationship with old classmates is not something that needs to be avoided. Team Song and Bai Qianwan are Wouldn't it be better to know him better if he was an old acquaintance?"

"I think so too," Song Nongmo sighed regretfully, "but I just got in touch with him, if I go to his house to ask these things again, I'm afraid Bai Qianwan will be suspicious."

"That's it—you are also destined to investigate him here, and Team Song suddenly bumped into him first."

"Nie Yuan." Song Nongmo raised the corners of his lips.

The wipers vibrate violently in front of the windshield.

Li Ke rested his chin and looked out the window: "Who is the murderer? But this trip has been rewarding. According to previous investigations, he is an otaku and is very dependent on the Internet and the virtual world. He plays different roles in the Internet." , even the female characters are not surprising, speaking in female tones, chatting and so on..."

"A big guy in women's clothes?" Song Nongmo laughed, "I haven't seen him in women's clothes yet."

"Captain Song's tone seems to be very familiar to him—"

Song Nongmo smiled lightly: "Forget it, I was friends with him for a while, but not anymore."

"My friend, it's really embarrassing to meet in such a scene..."

Hiding behind the curtains and watching the two police officers in beetle shells leave, Bai Qianwan let go of his tense nerves.There was a sound of loose rubber bands in my head.

Bai Qianwan scratched his hair in distress.

Since officially becoming a psychic, he has indeed been involved in some murder cases from time to time. Of course, most of the cases are just inquiries.For example, in last year's case, a client was killed after seeking him for psychic communication. If the client did not choose psychic communication and argued with the deceased, he would not have angered the deceased's family members so that he would be hired to kill him.Although these people are just routine visits and investigations, for him, the feeling of being spied on makes him very uncomfortable.

"Wow, have you been watched by the police?" Ren Yi lay flat on the floor, pressing down on the red skirt under him.

Bai Qianwan said: "No, I just came here to investigate, because the place where the crime happened seems to be only 5 minutes away from here... Ah, I'm so tired, don't get up early tomorrow and disturb me." He rubbed his eyes, his face was pale, and he quickly Almost like a human pig.

"are you gonna sleep?"

"Well, I'm asleep." Bai Qianwan lay down on the sofa, with a blanket covering his belly, "Tell me more important things, I'm going to sleep, don't make any more noise."

"Got it—" all the ghosts said in unison, packed up their dumbbells and yoga mats and jumped out of the window.

Lights went out.

The haunted house is once again swallowed by darkness.

Bai Qianwan fell into a light sleep. He has always had poor sleep and is afraid of noise. Sleeping at night is a luxury. Sure enough, not long after, he was awakened by a slight sound.The light of the moonlight and street lamps faintly shone into the living room, and a magnified shadow stood on the wall, and a human-shaped shadow with short arms and legs was walking slowly.

He looks at the floor.

Under the computer desk, where the newspaper lay, a puppet in blue denim suspenders stretched out his legs.The old wood was dirty and damp, and when it was pressed on the floor, it made a sticky "cluck" sound.The puppet's legs supported the body with difficulty, trying to make itself take another step.

The human pig woke up too, she turned over and stared in the direction of the doll.

Bai Qianwan asked her, "Can I throw it away?"

"He will come back again. This kind of ghost is specially attached to the doll." Renzhu was very embarrassed. "This is the doll picked up by Xiao Ming. She said she didn't want it last time."

"I'll help Xiao Ming buy a new one, can you dismantle this one?"

"Tear it down?"

"Smash it."

"you are so handsome--"

Bai Qianwan took out a hammer from under the sofa.

At this time, the puppet suddenly fell down with a clatter, the sound was like a shoe hitting the ground, but the hands and feet were still creaking, like a dying cockroach.The hammer flew and hit the doll's head heavily.The white paint that had been applied to the wood was peeling off and splattering like blood.

Bai Qianwan's eyes shone with indifference.