Weird Regulator

Dong dong dong, dong dong, dong dong dong

An intermittent knock on the door that seemed both disorderly and orderly sounded in Bai Huaiguang's ears.

He lay down in a patch of grass, lowered his peaked cap, hiding his figure, and quietly stared at a wooden house downhill.

In front of the wooden house, a man wearing dirty black clothes and a slightly stooped figure was leaning against the door and knocking on the door.

May I come in?

The man's posture was very strange. After knocking on the door, he lay on the door panel and couldn't tell whether he was listening or watching.

From Bai Huaiguang's perspective, he could not see the man's right hand. The man seemed to have deliberately hidden his right hand in his large robe.

The man did not maintain this position for too long. After about ten seconds, he pressed his left hand on the door panel and slowly pushed it open a crack.

Bai Huaiguang pushed aside the weeds blocking his eyes, fluttered his snow-white eyelashes, and stared at the crack in the door.

It's a pity that he couldn't see anything clearly except the vague darkness.

The man seemed to be very cautious. He only pushed open a gap that he squeezed sideways and quickly got in.

At this point, the figure completely disappeared.

However, Bai Huaiguang noticed that a vermilion drop of blood flowed from the bottom of the door panel, sliding down into the crevices of the stone.

He moved slowly and hid his body in the grass and rocks again without being noticed.

In the silence around him, he took out a black notebook that was always under his body and took out the ballpoint pen sandwiched in it.

“At 17:38, the madman returned from outside for the fourth time and repeated the steps of knocking on the door, asking questions, and entering.

What he brought back this time should be something dripping with blood.

Closing the notebook, Bai Huaiguang changed his posture, lying on the cold ground, looking up at the rustling leaves.

This was already his fourth hour of spying on the madman.

Since he separated from everyone at the village chief's house in the afternoon, he has been searching for traces of the other party in the village.

After nearly an hour, we finally found the lunatic’s residence, this wooden house, in a remote location between the village and the back mountain.

There are overgrown weeds near the wooden house, near the end of the village and the back hill, and all kinds of garbage and waste almost surround the house.

The towering smell and obvious clues convinced him that this was most likely the hiding place of the madman.

Sure enough, about forty minutes after Bai Huaiguang started squatting, the madman walked out of the wooden house for the first time.

His hands were empty, but his eyes were evasive, as if he had taken the first step to observe the surroundings and left quietly after making sure there was no one around.

Since he was not sure when the madman would come back, Bai Huaiguang did not act rashly.

Just like that, about twenty minutes later, the madman came back empty-handed.

But his behavior when he entered was very strange.

Three steps: knock, ask, and come in.

It sounds like the first time in and out is the same as the fourth time that just happened.

The madman will complete the above actions approximately every forty-five minutes.

Bai Huaiguang said he was monitoring the madman, but he was actually observing.

The madman said that he saw Bai Huaiguang's head hanging on the old crooked neck tree in the village.

During the afternoon analysis, it was almost certain that this was the mark of death on him.

And until now, he still couldn't be sure whether this madman was a human, a ghost, or an NPC like his second uncle.

Bai Huaiguang's original goal was to find out the identity of the madman.

But after this period of observation, he suddenly realized that the identity of the madman might not be important.

His mysterious behavior is the information he really wants to find.

Judging from the madman's behavior, it is unlikely that he is a ghost, but it is not ruled out that he is in a similar situation to Luo Jianjun.

Therefore, Bai Huaiguang never acted rashly, but was waiting for an opportunity.

There must be important information in the wooden house, and it must be entered.

But before entering, he also wanted to see how many times the madman would go out in a row, so as to gain a brief understanding of the situation inside the house from the side.

After a long period of waiting and watching, until the fourth time just now, he guessed that there should be something hidden in this room that needed to be eaten.

There was no trace of what the madman had hidden in his clothes the previous three times, but there was blood stains on the door just now.

It means that the madman should be hunting every time he goes out, and he wants to feed something with some animal carcasses.

But Bai Huaiguang is still cautious enough, after all, the madman's thinking may not be the same as his.

There might be a ghost or something else in the house, as long as the madman thinks the other person needs to eat.

The dilemma now is that he doesn't know whether the clues in the house are clues about ghosts or missions.

If it's the latter, then he will definitely make a contribution; but if it's the former, he will probably never return.

The light of dusk shines through the gaps between the layers of leaves and shines on Bai Huaiguang's sickly white face.

A drop of sweat dripped from the white temples under the brim of the hat.

He slowly closed his eyes, enduring the discomfort caused by the sun, warning himself in his heart.

Don't be greedy for credit. My main responsibility is to wait for nightfall and provide backup missions for Sister Luo and others who enter the mountain.

In one year, Bai Huaiguang grew from an albino patient who was hated by everyone to a senior clerk in the sixth branch.

In addition to his inner toughness, it is because he can endure his inner desires and understands when to do something.

Rather than breaking through the progress of the mission, he wanted to ensure the smooth progress of the store manager's operations.

At this time, there was another unusual noise from the wooden house downhill.

Bai Huaiguang opened his eyes suddenly, turned over slightly, pushed aside the weeds that blocked his sight, and looked at the door.

The madman actually went out again five minutes later.

This was an unusual move that broke the pattern of the previous four.

Not only did he break the rules of time, this time he also had a large woven bag with such and such fertilizer written on it.

Wait for me at home. Don't open the door to others until I come back.

The madman's fifth outing, as if he wanted to do something big, he ran away quickly with a woven bag.

His figure quickly disappeared from Bai Huaiguang's sight.

All the abnormalities on his fifth outing made Bai Huaiguang always have a bad feeling.

Once a pattern is formed, it will give people a habitual sense of security, but once it is broken, it is tantamount to destroying the sense of security they should have.

Bai Huaiguang scratched his itchy cheek, retreated into the grass, and took out his notebook again.

But before he could open the notebook, his eyes rested on the black cover of the notebook.

On this dark black cover made of cowhide, the textures become particularly clear.

But he found that his eyes seemed to be completely absorbed by the cover, and he couldn't move his eyes away at all.

The details of the cowhide cover became clearer and clearer, and became larger and larger, until he suddenly discovered that there was a scarlet blood stain at the bottom of the cover.

This sight reminded him of the blood that a madman had rubbed on the wooden door.

Bai Huaiguang was shocked. He put his hands on the ground with all his strength and forcibly opened the distance between him and the cowhide cover.

Following the inertia, he took a few steps back before steadying himself.

At first he didn't notice the strangeness of the situation, until he suddenly realized that he wasn't lying on the ground? Why did he retreat as if he were stepping on the ground?

There was a bang in Bai Huaiguang's mind, and he turned around in horror, only to see that he was standing in a small area surrounded by waste.

There are garbage piles on both sides, and there is only a gap directly in front, which is the main entrance.

The unpleasant smell that surrounded him constantly stimulated his already sensitive five senses. He turned around suddenly and found that he was standing at the door of the wooden house.

The pattern on the door of this wooden house really looks like the cowhide cover of a notebook if it is too close.

Bai Huaiguang immediately understood that the death mark on his body was about to be activated, and his death was indeed related to the madman!

At this moment, a series of deep voices suddenly sounded in his ears, and the words he said were incomprehensible and extremely absurd.

Say it, tell it quickly.

Come in, come in, let me take a closer look at your face.

You are so white, your head is like a snow lantern hanging on a branch.