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The elevator rose slowly, and Jixiang just squatted there with the bag of fresh milk in his mouth, his expression serious and unsmiling;

Although Jixiang has always had such a cold attitude, Su Bai can still feel a different feeling. The relationship between the blood corpse and Jixiang is definitely unusual, but at least now it seems that Jixiang is not interested in the blood corpse. The plan to settle accounts with Su Bai;

So, what is the relationship between Jixiang and Litchi?

Some doubts are destined to be unsolved for the time being, because Jixiang cannot speak. Although Su Bai knows that if Jixiang is willing to talk, there will be no obstacles or problems even if Jixiang cannot speak, but Su Bai understands that in the future, Jixiang will not speak. With Ji Xiang's temperament, he would not be willing to just sit there peacefully and slowly tell Su Bai his past stories. This was not in line with this cat's style of painting.

The elevator door opened and Jixiang walked quickly back to the detective office, followed by Su Bai.

When he got home, he took off his windbreaker and placed the two Hellfire shotguns on the coffee table. After washing his face, Su Bai walked directly into the bedroom.

The little guy was already lying on the bed and asleep, and Jixiang was gently stroking the little guy's back.

No matter what, Su Bai is very reassured by this cat's attitude and attentiveness towards the little guy. He doesn't know why Jixiang is so attached to the little guy, but sometimes he feels this way about children and pets. , it’s hard to explain rationally, you might fall in love with it at first sight, and there’s no reason to explain it.

Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, Su Bai looked at the little guy sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but reached out and gently rubbed his cute face. The little guy seemed to feel itchy in his sleep, so he subconsciously used his little hands to He touched his face, then changed his position and continued sleeping.

Su Bai stood up, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a house card from it.

Ji Xiang lay down on the bed with the little guy and started to sleep. He didn't care what Su Bai was going to do.

Su Bai, who had rested on the plane, really didn't feel much sleep at this time. Since he had returned home to see the child, he should seize the time to visit Frankenstein's house. If things go well, he should be able to take it with him tomorrow morning. After breakfast, the little guy just got up at that time.

Gently closing the bedroom door, Su Bai picked up his car keys and walked out of the office. He took the elevator to the underground parking lot and got into his Poussin. Su Bai did not rush to start the car, but subconsciously He looked at the radio column in the car.

I don’t know why, but at this moment, the image of my first contact with a horror broadcast came to mind;

At that time, I had just killed the female white-collar worker and got into a car with a driver who had just hit and killed a person. The two people who had just had blood on their hands bumped into each other.

Now that I think about it, the driver should have been an experiencer, just like me, but he seemed to be a bit unlucky. He died directly in the story world, while Su Bai survived.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of sadness.

Su Bai picked up the chewing gum in the car, tore open the package and put it in his mouth to chew. After starting the car, a midnight golden song program came from the radio. The song that was playing was Xu Song's "Funeral of Roses". A sad song with an upbeat tempo.

The car drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway. The sound of the radio sounded very clear inside the car. The windows and doors completely blocked out the noise outside, creating a special atmosphere.

In this era, listening to the radio has indeed become a very outdated form of entertainment. In the past few years, the largest groups of radio listeners were drivers, migrant workers and students. But now with the increasing popularity of smart phones, it is also drivers. Due to the nature of work, I still insist on listening to the radio every day. The rest of the staff rarely listen to this for a long time. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, the times are constantly developing, and most industries and supplies will gradually change over time. Slowly disappearing in the tide.

Perhaps, in a few years, holding a radio and walking on the street while listening to the sound on the radio will become a kind of anti-trend fashionism.

At this thought, Su Bai couldn't help but laugh. It must be because he just returned home and met the little guy, so Su Bai was in a good mood now.

The car turned into a new campus. There was a security booth at the door. Su Bai tried to swipe the sensor with the door card, and the fence rose. It was indeed a card with multiple uses.

The car was parked in the underground parking lot of the community. Su Bai took the elevator up and found the building marked on the door card. When standing in front of the door, Su Bai hesitated. Su Bai was wondering whether he needed to get one. Put on chemical protective clothing and then go in?

After all, the scene in which Frankenstein used poison to poison the powerful black audience member really left a deep impression on Su Bai.

However, since they are all here, it doesn't matter, and most people don't turn their homes into a drug den.

After swiping the key card, the door lock rang and he opened it. Su Bai walked in. It was a standard three-bedroom and one-living room. The decoration was pretty good. It was simple but not simple. Generally speaking, when you look at a house The decoration style can tell the aesthetic appreciation level of the owner of the household.

Su Bai was not surprised that Frankenstein could decorate such a stylish house. He was a genius, so he couldn't be too bad in any aspect.

There is a cup of coffee sitting on the marble table in the living room. It is probably a few months old. The coffee has not solidified, and of course there is no heat, but it looks like it was poured just two hours ago.

Naturally, Su Bai was not that mean-spirited to pick up the coffee and take a sip. Even if the Coke given to him in Xi'an was laced with sweat medicine, Su Bai was not worried. However, Su Bai really didn't dare to taste the food in this house. ．

The kitchen was no different from an ordinary person's kitchen. Su Bai went directly to the first bedroom and opened the door. The scene inside made Su Bai's pupils freeze. There were pictures of people hanging on the walls of this bedroom. There are a dazzling array of skins, and there is a long bright lamp swaying in the middle, adding a strange and gloomy feeling.

Frankenstein uses a scientific method to connect ghosts with modern technology, and also incorporates modern pharmacology, so he can come up with something that makes the audience find it incredible.

There are no less than thirty pieces of human skin on the wall, each of which can be called a work of art, because when it is taken from the human body, its integrity is shown to the greatest extent, and the physical characteristics of women and men are also displayed very delicately.

When Su Bai entered, the originally bright yellow flame of the Changming Lantern suddenly turned green, and faint cries could be heard in the room.

Su Bai frowned, took a step back, and closed the door.

Pushing open the second door, the furnishings inside were much more modern. It was a completely modern scientific research laboratory. All kinds of equipment that Su Bai knew and didn't recognize were densely piled here, and some of the instruments still had lights on.

Entering the third room, it seemed a little empty. There were some bottles and herbal specimens here. This was actually where Su Bai's real interest lay.

After all, Su Bai is not a Frankenstein. Even if the research equipment and raw materials here were given to Su Bai, Su Bai would not be able to create a controllable ghost like the boy in red, nor could he create a ghost that could quietly poison a powerful audience. For potions, Su Bai came here just to see if there was any ready-made bargains to pick up.

If there is, everyone will be happy and the trip is worthwhile. If not, Su Bai's plan is to destroy this place. After all, this house is ownerless now. If one day the property owner or a thief comes in and gets something. The impact was too great. Su Bai was not a saintly person, but it was just something that could be done easily.

There were several colorful bottles and jars on the shelf. Su Bai tried hard to remember which one that Frankenstein used to poison the black audience. He found that he had no clue in his mind. This was very embarrassing. The potion in each jar It must have different effects. Su Bai can't just leave it to chance.

But he couldn't just try the medicine casually, and there was no suitable target for him to apply it.

He put all these ready-made bottles and cans into his satchel, and also collected some strange-looking specimens. There were not many, but he still packed the satchel to a full extent.

At this time, the sounds in the first bedroom seemed to be getting louder and louder. It was a bit like a pet that had been idle at home for a long time suddenly sensed the breath of a living person and began to make a fuss waiting for the arrival of its owner.

Su Bai walked to the living room, took a look, and found that if he wanted to set a fire, it would easily affect other residents, and the fire might have the opposite effect.

The solution once and for all is for Su Bai to make several trips back and forth to transport these things to sparsely populated areas and find ways to destroy them, but Su Bai finds this very annoying and is too lazy to spend the spare time.

To be honest, after looking at this house, Su Bai still admired the Frankenstein's ability. It was really amazing that one person could tinker with something like that in this house. Even, Su Bai There is also a faint feeling of regret. I killed this person like this in the first place. It did feel like a waste of natural resources.

If this guy is still alive and can help him keep making potions related to this, that would be a really happy thing.

Just when Su Bai was standing in the living room thinking wildly,

"Click..."

outside the house,

There was a sound of swiping the door card and door lock.

Su Bai's eyes suddenly fell to the coffee cup on the table again.

Could it be,

Did someone really just pour this coffee?