To find "ghosts", but also to maintain people set up to work, players are busy into a top.

Ren Yifei's time is relatively free and has more advantages.

He got up early and went to the breakfast shop in front of the apartment building. The eldest sister was still warm and full of gossip.

She is still most concerned about the news of serial killers and has been looking forward to the death penalty, but it is said that the most critical evidence has not been found, so she is still a suspect.

"this kind of scum has a lawyer to defend him." The eldest sister sighed that the world was declining, and Ren Yifei nodded while eating.

He thought about the scene of his death on the first night.

How do you make a reasonable trip?

The midnight visitor disrupted all Ren Yifei's plans, forcing him to pay attention to ghosts when he just wanted to be a quiet npc.

This copy is too cruel to him.

After breakfast, Ren Yifei returned to the apartment building.

As soon as he walked through the gate, his face changed slightly, his legs together, his expression embarrassed and embarrassed.

He turned an angle, accelerated the pace, touched the wall with one hand and began to walk towards the public toilet on the ground floor.

"do you have to go to the bathroom?" An uncle could not help teasing him when he saw the way he walked.

Ren Yifei's face suddenly blushed in half and quickened his pace.

There are two toilets on each floor of the apartment building, around the corner.

As he walked over, the sensor light glowed pale, and a faint smell of blood floated over.

On the walls of the shared hand-washing table, there were still bloody handprints and mouths left at that time, and the blood on the ground dripped from the door to under the hand-washing table.

Ren Yifei came in in a panic and felt into the men's room on the right.

After a while he came out and washed his hands at the sink.

His face and a few drops of blood were reflected in the mirror, and there was a figure in a blurred corner of the line of sight.

He lowered his eyelids.

In this corner, a bloodstained murder scene, there is only him and the vague shadow at present. Ren Yifei controlled and kept his eyes out of focus, and his eyes showed a state of chaos.

After washing his hands, he walked easily to the stairs with his guide stick.

A pair of eyes have been watching him in the dark, come from him, and then leave.

The owner of those eyes was cautious and careful, with a brewing intention of murder in his eyes and a strange lingering in his mouth: "Song Bozhi.". "

Is there someone in the dark, a player or a ghost?

Ren Yifei grabbed the handrail and walked upstairs, and his heart, which sensed the danger and accelerated rapidly, calmed down in this exhalation and inhalation.

I always feel that if show a little flaw, will die.

Be more careful, be more careful.

He went back to his apartment and sat on the sofa. The sound, light and shadow around them all retreated from the world of perception.

A toilet identical to the murder scene appeared in his world.

Ren Yifei dropped his guide stick and walked over.

The dead woman was lying on the ground, her hair covering her face, several knife wounds on her back, and one of her slippers was missing.

There are bloody handprints and mouth on the right wall.

He observed the lip. Although the lines were very thick, the turning point of the lip lines, the details of the lip corners, and the changes in the lip lines all showed that the killer had a certain background in painting.

Ren Yifei walked over, the bloody handprint on the wall was probably in the position of his chest, and the bloody lips were flush with his line of sight.

The bloody handprint came from the victim, while the bloody lips came from the killer.

According to common sense, when people write on the wall, the word and the line of sight are level, and the person who draws the lips should be about the same height as him, about 1.76 meters.

He also has another way to infer, step distance.

There are many bloody footprints on the ground, and the pattern of the victim's slippers is wavy, so the stripe belongs to the killer.

He went over and looked for the correct order among the footprints.

In fact, there is no accurate formula between height and step distance, because people with the same height have different leg length, different walking posture and different age, which will lead to changes in the results.

Ren Yifei tests these steps with his own height.

"one, two, three." After three steps, he stopped with a smile on his face.

A person who is close to him in height and has a certain background in painting.

The door to the world of thought closes, the scene of the murder disappears, and there is still a small room in front of him.

Ren Yifei was in no hurry to dub. He went downstairs to the garden and sat under a wisteria corridor.

This is a gathering place for middle-aged and elderly women, who often take their children with them.

During the day, players go out to work and school, and housewives buy and cook vegetables. The people who spent the longest time in the apartment building were Ren Yifei, the dubbing man, the idle gangster with flower shirts, the old and retired old man, and the young squatting at home.

Ren Yifei sat in the garden for a while in the morning and listened to the parents' gossip about whose daughter refused to marry and whose son did not have a job. These are all the points discussed by these middle-aged and elderly women.

"good morning, young man." Beside him, the old player sat down with a thermos cup.

"Hello." Ren Yifei smiled shyly at the sound source.

"has something happened to us before?" The old player throws a vague question.

Ren Yifei was naturally stupefied, then recalled and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know. I've only been here for half a year."

On his side, the players could not get any useful information, and the old players made several inquiries, but all came back to no avail.

Suddenly there was a baby crying in the quiet garden. It turned out that it was a child who pushed someone else's battery cart and was pinned down.

The babysitter hurriedly took the baby out, pointed upstairs and shouted, saying that the other party's car was parked randomly and hit her little grandson.

A young man in a flower shirt came out on the third floor, and it was one of the players. He frowned and looked downstairs. The woman was already guilty, and when she was stared at by him, her anger weakened, so she hummed and left with her grandson.

The flowered shirt went back to the house.

But after a while, the sun rose, the garden warmed up, the middle-aged and old women with children dispersed one by one, and the garden quieted down.

Ren Yifei returned to his home and continued to be busy dubbing.

Although their timbre is the same, there are differences in the way they exhale and their speaking habits, which need to be adjusted.

Ren Yifei's dubbing is a standard academic school, but Song Bozhi's is wilder, and the two have their own characteristics and advantages. Now he wants to learn the dubbing style of Song Bozhi, which he also finds very interesting.

The joy of acting lies in this, having another life for a short time.

"knock."

At noon, the door was knocked twice.

Ren Yifei opened the door and was the delivery boy, but not Xiao Zheng.

"I smell the fragrance of the food." He smiled and said, "does Xiao Zheng want to come in for a while?"

"I am not Xiao Zheng." The takeout man at the door said, "he sent the list on the other side."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Ren Yifei's expression was embarrassed. He happened to be very noisy outside, and he asked rather helplessly, "what's going on out there?" It's a little noisy. "

The takeout clerk looked back and said, "it looks like an old lady and a young man are quarreling."

"really?"

He poked his head out and listened to his ear, his voice a little familiar. After a while, the caretaker came to persuade the fight.

"what are you doing?" When Sam came back from work for dinner, as soon as he went upstairs, he saw him stretch his neck and prick up his ears, quite like a hare on the prairie.

"Mr. Lin, is there a quarrel downstairs?"

Sam did not look back, his face with a mysterious smile: "Yes, noisy …". Very impressive. "

Back in the rental house, Sam put the damaged monitors together, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the dustbin. He checked the surveillance in other places again, and there was no difference.

When Ren Yifei was eating in his room, he heard the door open again next door and closed it. The player seemed to have gone out again. don't know why he came back specially.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong." The cell phone vibrates. There's a call.

"Mr. Song, have you been waiting for you all day?" The editor said kind words with clenched teeth.

Ren Yifei looked up at the ceiling and said, "in fact, it's almost ready. I'll send you an episode in the evening."

"is that so? That would be great. Then I'll leave you alone. Enjoy your meal. "

So he knew it was time for dinner, too?

With no choice, Ren Yifei went back to the recording studio, put on headphones, pointed at the microphone, and entered the recording time when there were no distractions.

In a hurry, he finally sent out a recording before dinner.

Dinner is still not delivered by Xiao Zheng. After dinner, Ren Yifei packed the takeout boxes and the rest of the garbage, ready to throw trash cans outside the apartment building, and came head-on to a young man in a flower shirt who was falsely accused of parking indiscriminately in the morning.

He had a black face and the golden words'xx tenant'on his head, and there was an unspeakable cruelty in his eyes, as if the ghost would be torn apart by him as soon as it appeared in front of him.

Ren Yifei passed him by.

It's another exposure. what did he do to get exposed?

Ren Yifei has no time to think too much, he doubts his character identity and "ghost" some entanglement.

This is another challenge for him.

That night, he didn't sleep, listening to the door open and close.

Sure enough, the shadow came again.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes, but he could feel the sight wandering around him like a snake, wet and cold, with an unspeakable stench.

"you were supposed to be my most successful work. I wish I could kill you with my own hands. "

The cold voice was like a snake, cold-blooded and creepy.

The shadow is like an out-of-control monster. It touches his face and body through a thin layer of air.

That kind of greed does not contain emotion / lust, but plunder, destruction, possession.

Ren Yifei felt that the other person's emotions were on the verge of getting out of control. The only thing that affects him may be the rule that ghosts can't hurt npc.

He controlled his breath and pretended to be asleep, but the goose bumps were out of control, and every pore that felt the stimulation was screaming. The darkness at this time is also a kind of protection for him.

For the role of 'Song Bozhi', the other party has almost lost control of his lust.

Yesterday, it was able to control its own breathing, but tonight, the breathing is heavy and a little short.

On the third night and the fourth night, can he make it through it?

Is it true that this guy won't risk breaking the rules and kill him?

Ren Yifei can't guarantee it.

And the worst part is that if you go on camouflage, you may be dead, but if you don't pretend, you may die faster.

There is no way for people to live!

He wants to lift the lid of the coffin again.

After a while, the shadow finally left, and the room was calm again.

Holding his ghost card tightly in his hand, Ren Yifei closed his eyes. He needs a good rest to deal with what happens later, such as finding out this' ghost 'and beating it up!

That night, he had a nightmare that he fell into the snake's nest and was devoured alive.

Then the information is updated again:

[the second night: the Ranger. ]

[two players died, and the 'ghost' seal was unlocked 2/8. ]

Because he had a nightmare all night, Ren Yifei got up a little early today and was in a bad state of mind. He woke up a little bit when he washed with cold water.

He looked at the pale but handsome face in the mirror, wiped the water off his face with a towel, changed his clothes, got ready to go downstairs for a walk, and then went straight to breakfast.

While hitting the Yawn, he opened the door with a poke of his guide stick.

"Hmm?"

The guide stick poked a face.

The young man with a flowered shirt lay down at the door, facing in his direction, motionless.

The face was well put on makeup, combed hair, and the clothes were even buttoned neatly, which was not the same as in the past.

He was carefully powdered, the foundation close to his skin color covered the original flaws, his eyebrows were carefully painted, and only one mouth was so strange that it turned into smiling lips.

In his hand, there was a knife with blood on its tip, and the blood was black. There is a rose painted with black blood on the ground, not painted by the finger, but scraped out with a knife, with a sharp edge.

Ren Yifei noticed that his fingernails seemed to be bluish purple, which was a sign of poisoning.

"."

The ghost is really sick.

Ren Yifei moved his lips, and he knew that it was not a person, but a corpse.

A well-dressed body specially placed at his door.

Rose is synonymous with love.

But the ghost told him about love?

No, it's more like showing off and marking, showing your ability to your belongings.

He felt suffocated.

I feel more humiliated.

It's like being forced into a corner, strapping a bomb around you and asking if you cut blue or red.