Zhuo Jingning had no expression on his face. He walked to the door without saying a word. He did not go outside through Maoyan to see if it was Xu Changwen, but instead... he pressed the punishment.

The punishment in the lower left side of the field of vision suddenly entered a cooling state, but there was no movement outside.

"The apartment is haunted?"

Zhuo Jingning is incredible. The apartment is the source of terror, but it is undoubtedly safe, unless the blood-word mission is generated in the apartment.

So, does this mean the apartment?

Zhuo Jingning was interrupted by this sudden incident and could not think about how to get out of trouble. He looked at the instruction manual that had appeared on him. There were still the three sentences on it, and there were no new ones. After thinking about it, Zhuo Jingning sat until dawn and was always very calm outside.

There is no sound.

There was no sound. At least the car drove past the road outside and the sound of the tire crushing the concrete floor was still constantly transmitted into the apartment, allowing Zhuo Jingning to hear it.

This is something that has not been seen before.

In the past, apartments could clearly see the real world, but they seemed to have a layer of film that separates the place.

I looked at the time, it was 6:30 in the morning.

The sun is rising.

Zhuo Jingning opened the door and walked out.

There were no strange footprints on the aisle outside the door, and there were no strange marks on the walls or on the door.

This is not surprising.

If you can find any clues, that's what hell.

"Is there something wrong with the apartment?" Zhuo Jingning tried to divergently think. After all, what happened last night was too incredible. He knocked on Dai Xinyi's door.

However, no one opened the door.

Moreover, strangely, the door gave him a feeling of emptyness, and the knocking sound even formed an echo. This echo should not appear in the living room.

Zhuo Jingning thought about it and opened the lock with iron wire.

Then, he saw the empty room.

There is nothing.

There were no women's supplies he saw last time, nor all kinds of furniture, just an empty room.

Zhuo Jingning was stunned. He hurriedly opened the room next to him, which was an empty room with no furniture. Zhuo Jingning remembered that on the day he checked in, the room was fully equipped.

Zhuo Jingning couldn't help but run downstairs, looked at the entrance of the corridor, quietly, and then knocked on the door of the nearby room. No one opened the door, so he opened the door and went in, but the room was still empty.

Zhuo Jingning looked at it one by one, but when he arrived at the ground floor, he didn't meet anyone.

What made Zhuo Jingning even more incredible was that he saw his salute in the lobby on the ground floor.

Zhuo Jingning looked at the door of the apartment. The automatic revolving door was rotating. There was no one, but it was rotating. Suddenly, a footprint appeared in Zhuo Jingning's vision. A person suddenly changed from transparent to a colorful look. He was wearing a high-necked sweater, covering his throat. He was wearing a big windbreaker and a hat on his head, making people unable to see his face or a woman. But Zhuo Jingning recognized who he was in an instant.

"He Wen." He said.

"It's time for you to leave. You will forget everything related to this place, and those related to the apartment will not come to you again. Congratulations, you are free." The man neither admits that his name is He Wen nor does he admit that he is not. He just said that, his tone is very calm, and it sounds like he is a routine.

Zhuo Jingning was stunned, he was a little confused.

What's going on?

"Where are the ten-time blood-character missions?" Zhuo Jingning couldn't help asking this sentence. Is his first blood-character mission gone?

"It shouldn't be there again." The man said.

"Should it?" Zhuo Jingning repeated the word.

"Look at the instruction manual by yourself. You and me may not meet again, and may meet again. Good luck!" After saying that, the man turned around and left first.

Zhuo Jingning took out the instruction manual from his body and chased him and asked, "Hey, can you tell me carefully? He Wen, after all, we share the hardships, although I and you have never experienced the blood-type task together."

That person stood.

Half of his man had walked into the revolving door at this moment, so half of his body looked transparent and very strange. The sunlight penetrated from outside and passed through this transparent part of his body, making the dust in the air clearly visible, like a pillar of light.

"I'm not called He Wen." The man said so, and then he pointed at himself with one hand, "He is called He Wen."

Zhuo Jingning's pupils shrank.

This person...

Resurrection with the corpse!

The person in front of him is like him, who lives with other people's bodies.

"Yes, I'm the same as you." The man said this again. He raised his head, showed half of his face, then raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a very strange smile.

"What is the instruction manual?" Zhuo Jingning suddenly asked.

"Just treat it as your choice of fate. You can get enlightenment from it no matter what you do in the future. I like what it says very much. Only by living can you have hope, even if you pretend to be alive."

"There is also the matter of the apartment. I will give you a piece of advice. Don't ask, don't think about it anymore. If you meet a former resident in the apartment, I will give you another advice, it's best to kill them."

He said this, and then walked into the revolving door, immediately completely transparent, disappearing from Zhuo Jingning's vision.

Zhuo Jingning stood, and he was recalling what He Wen said.

Let's call him He Wen for now.

There are contradictions in He Wen's words.

At the beginning, He Wen said that he would forget the world related to the apartment when he left here. But in the end, he suggested that he kill the former residents of the apartment.

"Instruction manual, fate choice?" Zhuo Jingning looked at the book in his hand again, and turned it over, but there was no change. There were still only words on the first page, and the other three sentences were still there.

"Only by living, there is hope, even if you pretend to be alive." Zhuo Jingning read the third sentence above.

Zhuo Jingning looked at his pretended salutes, walked over and picked them up, and then... walked back!

Following the memory, he walked to the seventh floor.

Found the room where he lives.

At this time, the door was closed, but it was not difficult for him to do anything. However, after opening the door, a blood-stained head suddenly fell down and hung in front of him.

These are scary heads.

She looks like a woman, not old, but her eyelids are cut, her ears are cut, her nose is cut, her teeth are knocked off, and her face is cut by a knife, like a shark's gills. Where the cracks are whitened muscle tissue caused by drying blood.

The appearance of this head really scared Zhuo Jingning.

But that's all.

Because, this is not a ghost.

This is just a person's head hanging.

Looking at the room again, it was not empty, but it was not the furniture facilities before, but the abandoned room for many years. Some of the furniture inside had long been decayed and moldy, spider webs were everywhere, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated.

This is clearly a house that no one lives in for many years.
Chapter completed!