In a remote suburb, there is such a five-story apartment, because the rent is relatively cheap, so nearby students like to come here to share.
Xiaoyou lives on the first floor of this apartment. The landlord is a sloppy middle-aged man. When he collects rent, he always climbs to the fifth floor first, starting from the fifth floor and going one floor. Lou Shou, whenever Xiaoyou sees him go upstairs, he always smiles with an unkind smile and says, “I’ll change you later…”
Very I hate him. Almost all the tenants in the apartment hate him. No, all the tenants hate him. He always likes to wear a small undershirt and hold up his bulging beer belly, making cameo appearances in everyone’s room. , He always said: “What! Don’t let me in? Think about it clearly, I am the landlord!”
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to get some food from everyone’s room That’s it. By the way, he asked the tenant to buy beer for him. As you can imagine, he always said: “What! Don’t you buy wine for me? Think about it, I’m the landlord!”
So, who would like a landlord like this?
It happened one morning when the landlord with a big beer belly was found dead in his room. The death was very miserable. The whole person was divided into several pieces and randomly dropped around the room. The whole room had become bright red, accompanied by a pungent rancid smell.
After Xiaoyou learned from the police that the landlord had died tragically in the room, she said softly: “Good death.”
The focus of the story is the day after the landlord died. A Hong, who lived on the fourth floor, was also found dead in the room. The method of death was exactly the same as the landlord. The body was divided into dozens of pieces and scattered in every corner of the room. Needless to say, the blood A… The only difference is that a bloody handprint was printed on A Hong’s door.
“Blood handprints!” Xiaoyou took a trembling sip of coffee in his hand, hoping to calm down.
“Quiet!” A Xiang, who lives on the second floor, scolded. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling, as if wishing to see some answer on the ceiling.
And Pei Zhen, who lives on the third floor, is lying in a chair and motionless.
Axiang sighed suddenly and said, “What can the bloody handprints represent? Maybe someone between us accidentally pressed it on the same day!”
“This is impossible!” Xiaoyou retorted: “When we left Ahong’s room, we obviously washed our hands! How could we leave fingerprints!”
A Xiang was silent, he looked up at the ceiling again.
“It’s all that idiot Ahong.” Pei Zhen, who was lying in a chair just now, suddenly said: “Who told him to surrender and give usShaking it out, we have to kill him too, huh, the landlord should have killed him. “
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Axiang did not speak, he just stood up and walked towards the door.
“Where are you going?” ?” Xiaoyou asked.
“Go back to my own room. “Axiang replied, “No matter how the bloody handprints came, the police didn’t know that we killed the two of them anyway.” Axiang finished speaking and walked out of the room.
“Then I have to go. “Pei Zhen left the chair, picked up a cup of coffee on the table, drank it, and walked out.
The whole room only left Xiaoyou, she was still shaking, she Knowing that this matter is not normal…it is not normal…
The next day, the police still shuttled through the apartment, are they here to continue investigating the landlord’s incident with Ahong? Xiaoyouxin Think.
Suddenly, Axiang ran down the stairs in a panic, grabbed Xiaoyou, and said, “Don’t say anything, go into the room. Axiang quickly pulled Xiaoyou into Xiaoyou’s room and locked the door.
“What’s wrong?” Xiaoyou asked suspiciously.
“You did it?” Axiang asked.
“What?”
“I said it was you Did it?” Axiang looked at Xiaoyou with a look of expectation, expecting her to say “I did it”.
But Xiaoyou said: “What is Didn’t I do it?”
“Pei Zhen!” A Xiang yelled, “Pei Zhen is dead! Dead in the room! There is a bloody handprint at the door!”
Xiaoyou is stupid, and Peizhen is dead.
“I didn’t do it. “Xiaoyou shook his head.
As soon as Axiang heard these words, he lay weakly on the sofa and muttered to himself.
Xiaoyou sat next to Axiang and asked, “Axiang, what’s the matter?”
“Peizhen is dead… How to die…” A Xiang said, “How to die?” The same method we used when we killed the landlord and Ahong, the whole person was torn apart…”
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“Don’t say it. “Xiaoyou hurriedly stopped Axiang, she understands, there is a problem.
They killed the landlord and Ahong, so what about Peizhen? Since she didn’t do it, it’s not. Xiang did it, who would it be?
“Actually, I heard a knock on the door last night…” A Xiang slowly said, “From the stairs… the next one …I’m afraid it’s me…”
Xiaoyou is speechless, there is really nothing to say now.
“You, can I live in your room tonight?” Axiang asked, his eyes full of fear at the moment.
Xiaoyou agreed, although she also suspected that Axiang lied to her. (Uncle Ghost: www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
At twelve o’clock in the evening, Axiang and Xiaoyou sat on the sofa in fear, staring nervously Open the door, afraid that a murder monster will rush in after a while. At one point, Xiaoyou looked at Axiang. He was already asleep. It seemed that nothing would happen. Xiaoyou felt a heavy eyelid and finally fell asleep.
“Pop! Pop!” Xiaoyou rubbed his eyes.
“Papa! Papa!” The sound came from the door, and someone was knocking on the door.
“Who?” Xiaoyou asked loudly.
“I’ll collect the rent!” The landlord’s voice came from the door.
“Tsk… the rent…” Xiaoyou left the sofa in a daze, preparing to open the door.
Just as Xiaoyou’s hand was about to open the doorknob, one hand grabbed Xiaoyou’s hand from the side.
“What are you doing?” It was Axiang, his face was blue.
“The landlord is coming to collect the rent…Ah!” Xiaoyou woke up, she almost opened the door in confusion.
“Who are you?” Axiang asked the person outside the door coldly.
“I’m the landlord! What do you want! Don’t let me in?”
Axiang moved his eyes to Hawkeye.
“Axiang, what do you see?” Xiaoyou patted Axiang’s back lightly. Unexpectedly, after Xiaoyou’s filming, Axiang fell backward and lay motionless on the ground.
“Axiang?” Xiaoyou gently measured Axiang’s breathing, and he was dead.
“Papa! Papa!” Knocking on the door kept coming. Xiaoyou knew what it was. It was the sound of the landlord tapping the door with his blood-stained palm.
“Go away!” Xiaoyou shouted, and she ran in frantically. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, she ran into an object, a round, soft, bloody beer belly with a stench.
Xiaoyou did not dare to look up, she knew that the dead landlord was standing in front of her, staring at her.
The landlord said slowly: “It’s your turn…”