Sitting on the latest bus, he picked up his mobile phone to check the news and found that he really did the same as Li Yuanfeng said, there was no sign, as if the car accident was just an illusion he experienced.

The car drove for nearly half an hour before it arrived in the Anping Community, which was the house that had been cold for decades.

He went up the stairs, took out the key, and was about to open the door, but when the door opened a seam, the light from the inside woke the cold alarm up.

“The thief?”

This house has no one to live except for itself, especially at this time, it is impossible for anyone to come here.

Just returned from the evil space, the cold nerve is still in a tense state, he quietly pushed the door open, his hand silent more than a knife, hidden under the sleeve.

This is a weapon he exchanged for “sacrificial.”

He stepped up, whispering low and into the house, this room of no more than 92 square meters, only a place to light, and the cold is quietly moving there.

"If two people are not so small, this 'thief' is probably a person who sneaks in, but the door lock is not broken, which is strange?"

A 0.2-fold body strengthens him with confidence in the thief who sneaks into the house, or the mob attacks to suppress the other party, especially if the other party has only one person.

He walked silently into his kitchen, but suddenly found the true face of the thief.

There was no such thing as a thief, and there was only one girl in the kitchen, in a beige-backed skirt, with a petite figure.

“Xi Ru, why are you here?”

The girl named "Little Ru" shook her shoulders, obviously startled by the voice behind her, she was about ten years old, and behaved like a small animal, in short, the psychological age was more tender than the appearance.

No wonder the man asked for the cold to take good care of him.

“Brother Cold, I’m sorry, I wanted to call you, but you didn’t answer...”

Xia Ru's face flushed every time he stood in the cold, and his behavior was somewhat abnormal.

"Well, it's okay, you're stew the soup."

He did not expect Xia Ru to do these things, this little girl gave him the feeling that the life skills value did not seem too high.

She put her hands behind her back, his toes slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"I've just cooked a little more, cold brother, you can have a sut-night."

“Thank you very much, little JU.”

The cold feels a little embarrassing.

"You just moved to the neighborhood, I don't have time to take care of, but I want you to take care of me, so I really don't seem to learn sister to explain..."

"It's okay, I know that cold brother, you are busy at work, so it has nothing to do..."

Probably praised by the cold, Xia Ru's face more and more red, the conversation almost biting her tongue, she found that her hands were folded on her chest, which was her bad habit when she was nervous, but in this way, it also exposed the ok twill on her hands, and she hurriedly put her hand down.

"Then I won't bother."

She saw the cold did not care, it was tight to say goodbye to the cold, small steps out of the door.

“Hold on, little huh.”

The cold was uncharacteristically shouting at her.

“You cleaned up in the house.”

"Yes, I'm sorry, cold brother, I've done my own thing again."

"It's okay, but there's a room in there, and you don't come in."

Ask in a cold voice.

"No, it's locked up, so I didn't go in."

"It's okay, I need you to take me back."

Neighbor girl temperament her face rose more and more red, if there is a sound, probably will be steam-jet sound.

"No, no, I'll be alone."

She turned and ran out, and there was a brisk sound in the hallway.

The cold smiled and shook her head, helped her to turn off the gas, and put the stew soup on the table.

But at this moment, his face quickly darkened.

“Didn’t you come in?”

He went round the table and into the innermost room, a black door, which he had opened with a special key.

This room is one of his secrets.

The cold enters the house, quickly closes the door, and lights the lamp.

There was only one old-fashioned chandeliers in the room, the lights were dim, the wallpapers in the room were all sprinkled, and most of the walls were covered with all kinds of photos.

Most of these photos are taken at the scene of the murderous and horrific murder, with a background, tools, and bloody victims.

There are also some black and white photos, or a corner of the news cut in the old yellowing newspaper, all affixed to the wall.

On the right side of the wall, there is a large blackboard with a pair of maps, colored nails with photos, firmly nailed to one place after another, each marking a tragedy.

On the other side of the room was a bookcase filled with a large number of files, all of which were researches on various kinds of cases, part of which were cold-sead adoptive things, and the rest... were only the information he had collected over the years.

These sources vary, some of which are collected through the usual means; some are investigated by intrusion into the database of the police system; others, which are stolen by illegal means.

A table was filled with a large number of files, and while opening the pen, he opened one of the heavy archives, and a large number of bookmarks were inserted in the book.

As usual, he looked at these things, and finally fell tired and fell asleep on the table.

The next morning, he woke up to the alarm clock on his phone.

“Shit, it’s Sunday...”

If you know, you can't have an alarm clock, you should sleep for a while.

He was really tired, in the script world experience, let him physically and mentally exhausted, in that Cthulhu world, even rest is painful suffering, rarely return to the real world, he naturally hopes to try to relax, in order to ease his tense nerves.

Since he woke up, the cold did not have any intention of continuing to sleep, he took out his mobile phone, made a phone call, and fixed his death party.

The phone rang quickly, and a slouching and magnetic bass came over.

“That idiot hit my phone early in the morning...”

“Me.”

The cold is too lazy to report the name, and the two have long been familiar with the sound to know the extent of who the other is.

“Isn’t that cold?Find me something."

He probably woke up, came from the phone next to the Yingying, this bastard should not go anywhere to the ghosts.

“You gave my house key to Charlotte!”

“How was the night last night?”

“Shut up.”

"No, no, no. You're not a man."

"I am not a man of the question, do not need to prove through reproductive activities, to prove from a physiological point of view whether I am a man, the investigation of DNA can get the exact results, so do not work on your pig to care."

"The wind is like me, and you call it a pig, and all the thousands of girls in this city will cry."

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, the rest of the time is to carry out the piston movement, tell you to grow pigs is wrong?" 」

"At least the horse, the big horse is good!"

“You know, pigs have a much higher IQ than horses...”

This unnutrition dialogue lasted for a period of time, which is a normal communication between the two people.

"If you have time, come out, I'll find you something."

“All right.”Shang Xiuheng will not be bullshit, and he directly agrees.

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