Nightmare Apostle

"How do you know there's money in it?" Yang Xiao asked again.

"I helped Fu Changxue take the briefcase before, and I touched it secretly. There was something in the shape of a wallet inside." Li Qingxuan explained in a low voice, "I saw that the boy was well-dressed, and I thought there was at least There are more than 100, and this is the result.”

Yang Xiao looked Li Qingxuan up and down, "Tell me the truth, do you have a corresponding side job in the real world?"

"No, absolutely not!" Li Qingxuan raised his hand and swore.

Yang Xiao looked at the 10 yuan in his hand and finally accepted it, "It's rare that you are so kind, so I will accept the money. This is a 10 yuan note.

At present, none of us have such a large denomination of money in our hands. If it is left in your hands, once Fu Changxue discovers it, he will inevitably become suspicious of you. "

Think about it for a moment, if you were Fu Changxue, if you found out that someone had stolen your life-saving money, you would have to kill him even if you desperately tried to save him.

"I know, Teacher Yang, you have a mission tonight, and you should partner with that Mo Daidai. Please pay more attention. If you are really in danger, you can come to my room to hide." After saying these words, Li Qingxuan gently The feet are gone.

Back in his room, Yang Xiao slumped down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to review the information he got this morning.

Now the identity of the ghost couple has been determined. They are not a male and female evildoer, but the manager of the apartment. The guy who came to deliver the blood letter is also the basketball ghost.

There is still one thing that is unclear. The shooter specifically mentioned in the notice posted to tenants that they should be careful of outsiders in the apartment.

And to indicate the danger, the task of these people is also to investigate who this so-called outsider is.

Yang Xiao thought that this outsider should be the source ghost, and it was precisely because of it that the apartment became the ghost it is now.

If they want to find clues to the source ghost, they must first find these two administrators. It is too dangerous to have direct contact with them in ghost form after 12 midnight. The safest way is to find the room where they live.

Yang Xiao had a feeling that there might be some connection between the administrator's room and the non-existent room numbered 85, and it was not even ruled out that they were the same room.

If he had to guess a floor, Yang Xiao believed that the administrator's room was most likely to be on the third floor of the apartment.

He clearly remembered that when he was on the first night of the mission, he saw the elevator stopped on the third floor when he passed by it. Coincidentally, the mission of the strange elevator noise that Cheng Ya performed not long after was also on the third floor.

There is no doubt that this key information needs to be obtained from the other ghost tenants. This is a technical job and quite dangerous.

Time passed by, and Yang Xiao needed to rest now. He took over the security mission tonight. He planned to return to his room during the mission time as Mo Daidai said. If everything goes well, he might be able to see ghosts, and he could Uncover important information from the ghost that lives in your room.

Of course, the premise must be that Mo Dadai is not an evil cultivator and is not lying.

At 11:10 at night, Tong Han relaxed her legs sitting cross-legged on the ground and slowly stood up. She was meditating during this time.

Clearing her mind of distracting thoughts will help her stay focused on the next task.

Arriving at room 2024 on time, Tong Han took a deep breath, put on a bright smile, raised his hand, and knocked on the door. She was her dance partner as promised tonight.

After a while, there was a sound from behind the door. The sound had a clear rhythm. Tong Han couldn't help but picture a picture of someone dancing and dancing in his mind.

"Creak-"

The door opened, and standing behind the door was a woman with heavy makeup. The woman was a whole head taller than her, wearing a dark red dress, and her eyes were moving and charming.

"Hello."

The "woman" spoke, but the slightly rich voice made Tong Han suddenly wake up. This was not a woman, but a man.

"Mr. Hou, I am Tong Han. Thank you for your invitation." Tong Han nodded slightly. After all, he was also an old player. Although he was confused,

But he didn't show it at all on his face. There was even a hint of shyness in his expression, and his emotions were just right.

Mr. Hou, who was dressed in weird women's clothing, stepped aside, and Tong Han walked into the room obediently. Looking around, there were very few furnishings in the room, and there was a large space in the middle of the living room.

The room was relatively dark. There was a colored light ball hanging above the head, just like the one hanging above the dance floor in an old ballroom. There was a large box tape recorder placed in the corner, and there were brightly colored small lights installed on both sides of the tape recorder. .

Dark red floor-to-ceiling curtains were hung on the walls around the room. It didn't look like an apartment at all, but more like a small ballroom.

Tong Han looked around with interest and praised: "Mr. Hou, your home is so beautiful. I can see that you are a real dancer."

"I don't dare to take it seriously, I just like it." Mr. Hou looked at Tong Han up and down with strange eyes, not shying away from the admiration in his eyes. "Miss Tong, your body proportions are really good, and your feet are just for dancing." To be honest, sometimes I really envy you women.”

"Can I ask you to dance?" Mr. Hou extended his hand, a very old-fashioned invitation, but Tong Han noticed that Mr. Hou's extended hand was palm down.

This is very wrong. Logically speaking, when a man invites a woman to dance, he should do so with his palm facing up. When the woman accepts, she will reach out, palm down, and put her fingertips on the man's hand. This is a common etiquette, but Mr. Hou... .Seems like she hopes to play the role of a female dance partner.

Without any hesitation, Tong Han also stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and naturally took Mr. Hou's hand. The next second, the colorful light ball above his head began to rotate, and the colorful lights cut into pieces of this small dance room. Fragmented.

At the same time, the tape recorder also started spinning, and a very contemporary dance music played leisurely. The two stepped on the broken lights on the ground,

Dance together in tacit understanding.

Tong Han can dance, her level is not low, and she is involved in many dance types. She can feel that Mr. Hou's level is much higher than hers, and during the dance, Mr. Hou is completely immersed in it.

During the dance, Tong Han was always on high alert, but until the climax near the end of the dance, she didn't notice anything was wrong.

She stood on her toes and raised her hands as high as she could, cooperating with Mr. Hou and letting him spin gracefully in front of her. But soon, Tong Han realized that something was wrong. Mr. Hou was spinning faster and faster. There was no intention of stopping at all, and the music in the tape recorder became louder and louder, with a woman's crazy and desperate scream appearing in the background.