MTL - Non-Human Seeking Re-employment-Chapter 2 Murderer

Shen Dongqing seriously greeted the aborigines here.

It was only the aboriginal who seemed to be a little shy. He shook hands with him, his pale face was blue and his eyes were falling from his eyes.

Shen Dongqing quickly released his hand: "Sorry..."

He has just become a human being, and the power of the devil has some control, and he is not light or heavy.

When the photo frame ghost broke free, he fled and fled back to the black and white portrait.

Shen Dongqing regretted his hand.

He has been a thing of the millennium, and it has become a human being after so long. He doesn't know what a normal person should be. He can only learn the words and deeds of people he has seen.

So he lay down on the bed and raised his phone.

According to the female high school student, there is no signal here, so many games can't be played.

Shen Dongqing turned over and finally found a game that can be played - the little crocodile loves to take a shower. When he was a ghost, he was very blind to others playing games. Unfortunately, no one gave him a burning offer, and he couldn’t touch this electronic device. He could only watch it. Now I finally have a chance to play, half lying in bed and playing in the middle of the night.

Because I played too much, I also ignored the screams from the outside of the window and the screams of women who were upstairs.

The man in the black and white portrait listened to the cheerful music that sounded in his ear and looked straight at the youth on the bed.

What is going on here and still playing?

Can you give a ghost a face?

The photo frame ghost only feels that he has been ignored, inexplicably a bit uncomfortable - to scare the person to jump, according to the rules, as long as he screams, he can freely kill.

Under the light and the dark light, the black and white portrait in the photo frame was changed to a place without human movement. Facing the bedside, the portrait was even more pale. I saw the lips stretched under the ear and the eyes were A **** red cover is very strange.

If a timid person sees this scene, he is afraid that he will be scared to lose his voice on the spot.

just……

Shen Dongqing's attention has been on the screen of the mobile phone, and even the head has not been lifted.

The photo frame ghost kept this position a little tired, just want to relax and take a break, and see Shen Dongqing finally moved. It hastened to wait and see, posing a more horrible and distorted expression.

Shen Dongqing just happened to be on the black and white portrait on the wall.

There is a smugness on the black and white portrait: Is it scared?

Shen Dongqing looked at the expression of the portrait, and also hooked it on the corner of his face, saying: "Good night."

Then he put down the phone without electricity and turned off the light.

In the darkness, the black and white portraits are sluggish.

How, what happened? Why are you scared? Is it that its business is not skilled enough?

Black and white portraits are deeply skeptical - ghosts are not worth living.

Shen Dongqing felt very sleepy.

It was not until the window that there was a burst of firecrackers, which woke up.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and before he was completely awake, he directly confronted a grimace.

The black and white portrait made a tragic appearance: this is always scared, right? This is what it thought of for one night.

Shen Dongqing has not responded yet, and the body has acted first. Raising his hand is a punch.

The black and white portrait saw the oncoming fist and smiled smugly.

Idiot, how can people come across sneaks...

The fist fell.

The black and white portrait only felt a sharp pain in the neck, and then his vision changed from a young man lying in bed to a yellowed ceiling.

It moved the body and found that the head was separated from the body, and the head was lying on the ground.

The photo frame is stupid.

It has only been scary to kill people. How can it be embarrassed? Unskilled business ability, I don't know how to react, I stayed there all at once.

"Sorry!" Shen Dongqing quickly stood up and wanted to pick up the head on the ground and help people press back.

The photo frame ghost reacted here.

Just after a punch, the body was separated. If you were touched again, wouldn’t you want to fly away?

Before Shen Dongqing had not had time to meet the head that was rolled on the ground, it gave a meaningless scream and shivered in the corner.

Shen Dongqing can only stand in the same place and comfort: "Don't be afraid, I didn't mean it."

But this words fell in the ears of black and white portraits, and it was similar to the life of it. It quickly stood up and picked up his head and drilled back into the frame.

The portrait in the photo frame turned a face, facing away from the outside, afraid to shrink into a ball.

Shen Dongqing felt very embarrassed.

People kindly asked him to get up, and he also knocked out their heads.

He went to the front of the black and white portrait and seriously apologized.

The black and white portraits began to tremble with the photo frame, and they looked down from the wall.

Shen Dongqing immediately reached out to catch the photo frame, looked around, no place to put, can only be placed on the bedside table. He also adjusted the position to ensure the smoothest and most beautiful appearance.

After waiting for it, he stood in the distance and looked at it for a while. He saw the ghosts in the photo frame sweating down, and he nodded in satisfaction and went out.

The other people almost didn't sleep for one night, and went to the hall early to find clues about the murderer.

When I saw Shen Dongqing coming down, I obviously stunned.

Huang Mao is even more unobtrusive: "Are you still alive?"

Shen Dongqing does not understand: "Ah?"

The gold chain asked: "Have you encountered anything strange last night?"

Last night, there were a lot of strange events in their rooms, such as the sound of the door in the middle of the night, the pale face on the window, the hand sticking out from under the bed... If there is an old Chen, I am afraid that it will not live at all. It is dawn.

Therefore, everyone thought that Shen Dongqing, who was alone, was dead.

Shen Dongqing recalled: "No."

Except for the roommate who is too enthusiastic, there is no strange thing at all.

When Chen heard his words, the light was dark and dark. He looked up and down without any strange Shen Dongqing. He did not talk about this topic again. Instead, he said: "In three days, we must find the murderer, time is tight, we will find clues separately. ""

After last night's business, other people already knew how dangerous it was, and they didn't dare to move.

Lao Chen is impatient: "Yesterday, the hostess has told us the rules, the day is safe, only the ghosts will appear at night!"

A group of people just moved and moved.

Lao Chen: "Don't go to the innermost room on the third floor."

Others spread out at once, leaving Shen Dongqing alone sitting on the sofa.

He was not in a hurry, strolled slowly and walked to the restaurant.

Because of the guests, the hostess prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

However, other people were afraid that they would have problems with the food here. They did not dare to move. They only poured two cold waters and drank a full water.

Shen Dongqing did not have this worry, took a hot buns and took a bite.

The taste is not bad.

He has been a ghost for so long, no one has given him a tribute, and now it is hard to eat, just think that everything is delicious. A plate of buns was quickly eaten by him, and the lower abdomen was still flat, and nothing could be seen.

Shen Dongqing touched his stomach and licked an apple, and then he moved to find clues.

This is a self-built house in the countryside, with a total of three and a half floors.

On the first floor is the hall, with sofa and TV. The front door is attached to the Zhongtang painting. The style above is Jixing Gaozhao. It is only a long time ago, the colors are all faded, and the remaining pale and blurred portraits.

On the left hand side is the kitchen, and on the right hand side is the stairs.

When Shen Dongqing just walked out of the kitchen, he heard a sound of a ball on the right.

啪啪啪——

The sound is light and slow.

Shen Dongqing circled the past and saw a little girl with a double pony tail facing him under the corridor.

The little girl was wearing a flower skirt, and her right hand took a shot. She was playing a ball, very serious, and did not notice that someone came.

Shen Dongqing looked at it for a while, didn't want to disturb people, and quietly left.

Just turned around, I heard the ball rolled over and landed at his feet, and then heard a thin voice.

"Brother, can you help me pick up the ball?"

Shen Dongqing was about to go, and there was a warning from the top.

"Don't, run!" The female high school student was pale, and the whole person was soft on the stair railings. He couldn't run, and could only look at the little girl with fear.

Shen Dongqing looked down.

Where is the ball on the edge of the foot? It is clearly the head of the little girl. The little girl's face is white and her eyes are big and round. It doesn't look cute, but it is a bit horrified.

"Big brother……"

The little girl's mouth was one by one, and she spoke softly.

Shen Dongqing's face did not change, and he immediately picked up his head and handed it over.

Female high school students have been scared: "How dare you..."

How can someone dare to pick up a living head in a serious way?

"Thank you big brother." The flower skirt girl took the skirt and held her identical head in her arms.

Shen Dongqing ignored the little girl's strangeness, just like communicating with ordinary children, and asked: "How can a person play here?"

The little girl whispered: "I want to whisper a little, if it is too noisy, Dad will be upset. Is it, my sister?"

The head of the arms should be harmonious: "Dad is very fierce."

Shen Dongqing said casually: "Did your father not already dead?"

The faces of the two little girls all showed a stunned look.

Shen Dongqing thought about what he was doing, and he was about to ask something. There was a shrill scream from above.

It is yellow hair.

The little girl shivered: "Dad is going to be angry..."

She hugged her sister's head and ran out of the corridor without looking back. The figure disappeared into the darkness.

Shen Dongqing glanced upstairs and went up. On the third floor, he found the yellow hair that fell to the ground.

The female high school student followed him behind.

Huang Mao saw people coming, as if he found a life-saving straw, saying incoherently: "I saw a red eye inside..."

Some things, the more explicitly prohibited, the more curious.

Huang Mao thought that the hostess could not enter the room. Then he looked at the inside of the door and looked at it. The doors here are old-fashioned, and there is exactly one vacancy in the doorway, enough to see the inside.

So Huang Mao couldn't help but curiosity. He looked at the crack in the door and saw only a blood red for a long time.

He thought that there was a layer of red paper inside, and he reached out and wanted to poke it. As a result, he did not touch anything. He wondered in his heart and went to see it. It turned out that it was not red paper, but a pair of red eyes, looking at the yellow hair.

Huang Mao said here and trembled.

At this moment, the innermost door suddenly came "咚" and attracted everyone's attention.

咚咚咚——

There was something in the door, one after another, and there was a shout of screaming.

Because there is a door across the door, I can’t hear it. I can only listen to it.

"My son killed her -"

"She killed my son -"

"My son killed me hahahaha -"