Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

It is Yan Tiaoba's habit to ring the doorbell before entering.

In the past, debt collectors came to the house and broke into the house, frightening the mother. So Yan Tiaoba will definitely ring the doorbell when he goes home.

Yan Tiaoba looked at the two rituals, seeming to ask why

"It's best not to touch any mechanism, maybe the doorbell is the mechanism. If you touch it, you won't be able to figure out the mechanism of this mechanism."

Liang Lili explained.

Yan Tiaoba couldn't understand every word of the girl, but he still followed Liang Li's words.

He took out the key and opened the door, and the sound of the TV came from inside. There was no doubt that the room was full of There are people inside.

The luxurious room is not matched by cheap and simple furniture.

Yan Tiaoba has been away from home for so long, but everything here seems to have remained unchanged.

There is a TV set in the living room behind the living room. There were voices, male and female voices talking, or quarreling.

"It's so late and Tomoe hasn't come back yet. Could it be that he sneaked out to play?"

"I told you not to pamper him so much. He has grown up and should take on more responsibilities for the family."

The cowardly mother only obeyed and succumbed to the parasites in the family. Perhaps the resentment was accumulated in this daily conversation and the endless suffering.

Neither his father nor mother died. Knowing this fact, Yan Tiaoba instead There were no emotional fluctuations. In other words, from the moment he stepped into this apartment, he gave up thinking and faced it all blankly.

"What time do you usually go home?"

"About ten o'clock"

"In other words, there are only more than twenty minutes left. Okay, just go to your room."

The girl gave the order, and Yan Tiaoba stepped into the living room like a yes-man.

He saw his father, whose neck was red due to alcoholism, and his mother, who was sitting in the corner of the room silently making handmade flowers.

What the two of them had to say about Yan Tiaoba, who opened the door and entered directly with the key, had already turned a blind eye to the whole ceremony.

He seemed to be following the established procedures and faithfully carried out all the details of his daily experience.

When he entered Yan Tiaoba's room, the girl sat on his bed carelessly. On the bed, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Yan Tiaoba hugged his knees and huddled in the corner. The light outside appeared in lines on his face, accompanied by the sound of the bell outside. There was a crisp ringing and a quarrel suddenly sounded in the quiet living room.

Everything was so familiar, just like the nightmare that Yan Tiaoba experienced every night.

The sound of something falling from the table was about to begin. The door opened and she walked out.

In the living room, her mother was stabbing her father with a sharp knife.

"I've roughly understood what's going on, Yan Tiao"

"let's go..."

Yan Tiaoba was still in a trance. He looked at his father who fell on the table. The sharp knife left several cuts on his body, but not a drop of blood came out. Just like a puppet with no appearance

"What's going on...what happened?" Yan Tiaoba said

"Obviously, there is a reincarnation here."The two rituals opened

"The design of this apartment reflects its continuous cycle. Someone artificially constructed a complete reincarnation here."

"But even reincarnation has a beginning and an end, life and death. What this represents is the position close to the end, which naturally has the starting point."

"Let's go, there's nothing interesting to see here anymore, the really interesting thing should be in the west building opposite."

After saying this, Liang Lili left Yan Tiao's house straight away. He and Yan Tiaoba returned to the lobby of the apartment.

Back in the hall, Liang Li did not take the elevator again, but walked from the corridor of the west building behind the elevator. Go straight up.

No one lives in the west building, so the lights in the corridor are adjusted to the lowest brightness.

After walking through the dark corridor, they arrived at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, opposite Yantiao's house in the east building.

There was indeed a layer of dust on the door handle. It had been a long time since anyone had arrived.

The door number had Chinese characters written on it. It was a bit unclear due to the dust and brightness, but Liang Li grabbed the key from Yan Tiaoba and inserted it directly into the door. In the keyhole of the mismatched room, the key was successfully inserted into the door lock.

As the handle was gently twisted with a slender hand, a stench suddenly spread across the door. The smell was enough to make people unable to eat anything for three days.

The chandelier in the room was turned on, and the room was magically lit. The scene in the room was exactly the same as Yantiao

's house.

The configuration and even the furniture were exactly the same.

If it weren't for the dust, Yan Tiaoba would have thought he was back at home. The stench came from the living room, and the two men walked in without hesitation.

When I arrived, I saw only two corpses.

One was lying on the table, and the other was lying in front of the bedroom door.

There were thick white bones with something like flesh attached to them. The soaked floor had long since dried up, leaving a black color.

Although it was impossible to distinguish the flesh and bones, Yan Tiaoba instantly understood that the bones that had become meaningless garbage were his parents.

"He has been dead for almost half a year..."

Two rituals evaluate the degree of decomposition of the corpse.

"It's really boring, let's go."

When Yan Tiaoba wanted to go to his 'bedroom' to have a look, the two turned around and left.

Looking at his bedroom in the darkness, Yan Tiaoba swallowed his saliva and did not dare to enter it after all.

The two returned. When I arrived at the corridor of the west building, I didn't know when there were many people gathered here.

Many of them felt familiar to Yan Tiaoba. They seemed to be other residents of Xiaochuan Apartment.

They had expressionless faces and held various items in their hands. The tools they planted included wooden hammers and table knives. They were items that could be seen everywhere in life but could be used as weapons.

They walked slowly towards the door of the room where the two of them were, looking like zombies and not like humans. Reminiscent of zombie craze

"so boring..."

The two rituals were not afraid of this, but sighed

"Yan Tiao, follow me closely."

She took out a short sword from the sleeves of her kimono, and then walked towards the crowd.

When the distance between the two parties was less than two steps and about to come into contact, the 'tenants' in Ogawa Apartment raised their arms to wave their swords. When the murder weapon was used, the girl moved.

In one breath, the five people at the front fell down and stopped moving, seemingly losing all signs of life.

The girl was walking in the corridor, the ends of her waving sleeves always carrying silver. The lights were like dancing butterflies.

Wherever she arrived, people like puppets fell down. Soon, a long line of"corpse" was piled up tightly on the corridor. Following the girl, looking at the 'corpse' on the ground,

I couldn't help but sigh at the girl's strength.

She quickly reached the exit of the corridor, but the girl stopped at this moment. The black figure standing at the exit of the corridor was revealed.

Unlike the residents who were walking dead, the shadow looked like a black stone monument.

The moment he saw him, Yan Tiaoba's consciousness froze. It's like a doll with its threads cut off, and it can't even move its fingertips.