Intruder

"A thief?"

Lu Ban walked to the door in no hurry.

Instead, he first called the police at He Youwu.

It was already night. If the other party had any weapons, Lu Ban felt that as an ordinary citizen, it would be difficult for him to compete with them. It was better not to show off at this time and just go to the police.

"What's the matter? Didn't you go get some materials?"

He Youwu sounded a somewhat impatient voice, as if it was not his time to be on duty.

"After collecting the materials, I found a penny on the side of the road."

Lu Ban replied smoothly.

"?"

He Youwu seriously wondered if Lu Ban was teasing him.

"Also, a thief may have invaded my home, and I'm at the door now."

"A thief?"

He Youwu The mood that was still a little irritable suddenly became tense.

Lu Ban Besides the computer that cannot mine, what other valuables are there in this house? If you want to steal, you are not stealing from his house!

I'm afraid this is not a thief;

"Serial murderer?"

He Youwu said alertly, and hurriedly spoke to Lu Ban.

"Don't act rashly. The other party may be dangerous. We will send people immediately. If he leaves, don't stop him. Just remember his characteristics."

"I understand."

Lu Ban responded, hung up the phone, and took another look at the hazy figure beside him.

"You watch from here while I walk from the other side."

He immediately came to the safe passage.

The window here leads outside. Lu Ban thought about it and climbed out directly.

The thirteenth floor was quite high, but he was nimble and quickly followed the wall to the outside of his window.

Lu Ban was glad that he didn't have the habit of locking the windows. He pushed open the window in the living room and Lu Ban turned over and entered the house.

The room was empty, and it didn't look like anyone had come in.

He stepped lightly and looked around.

"Bathroom? Or bedroom?"

Lu Ban guessed where the other party might be hiding. After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban walked towards the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes ago.

He came to a building in the community.

"This is it."

he muttered.

This was the residence of his target this time.

To be honest, he didn't like how this unfolded.

For him, killing is not a means, but an end.

After awakening to this hobby many years ago, he treated killing as a hobby like watching movies or playing games.

When you are addicted, you will keep killing people, just like you can't stop playing games.

But he doesn't like what he has to do now.

Because now he wants to kill, not because he wants to kill, but because he has to kill this person.

This man had seen his own face and connected himself to previous cases.

His years of hiding were exposed, and he was so angry that he had to kill this man.

I heard that this person is still an internet celebrity, which is a pity.

He checked his gloves and the knife in his pocket; they were his companions.

Of course, he knew very well that the police might use this man as a bait and trap to catch him, but he couldn't restrain his anger. If he couldn't kill this man immediately, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

Very smoothly, he unlocked the door and entered the house.

He had observed this man's daily routine for a long time and knew that this man had just left home to have dinner and would not be back soon.

He planned to hide in the closet, wait until the man was caught off guard, kill him, dismantle him, and display them in an array, just like those who had died by his own hands before.

After seeing that many years ago, he felt that the past twenty years of his life had been wasted.

It is obvious that a more real world is so within reach, but I still indulge in hypocritical interpersonal relationships. What a waste!

He closed the door as if it had never been opened before, walking lightly through the living room and towards the bedroom.

Clang——

Suddenly, when he passed the bathroom, there was a noise from there.

He immediately became alert and took out the folding knife in his pocket.

"Is there anyone else?"

He remembered that sometimes there was a woman beside this man, who lived in the same community and looked like a couple. Could it be that that woman was at home now?

He looked towards the bathroom.

On the ground, there was a bottle of shampoo still shaking slightly, as if it had just fallen off the shelf.

He stood at the door and checked that there was no one else in the kitchen, bathroom, or bedroom.

There really is no one else.

"The wind blows?"

He walked into the bathroom and bent down to pick up the bottle of shampoo.

At this moment, he suddenly saw an eye staring at him from the bathroom floor drain next to the shampoo.

Ding——

His heartbeat skipped half a beat, he blinked, and the eyeballs seemed to disappear again.

He looked carefully at the drain and found some wet women's hair nearby.

"Illusion?"

He put the shampoo back on the shelf and turned to leave.

But when he turned his head, he saw something seemed to be in the bathroom mirror.

He stopped.

Slowly, slowly, turn around and look in the mirror.

The mirror reflected my own appearance, exactly the same.

He relaxed slightly.

In the mirror, his lips curled up into a gloomy smile.

"!!!"

He took a half step back and rubbed his eyes.

It's still him in the mirror, his movements are exactly the same, where is the smile?

"Evil door."

He muttered, walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom.

The bedroom curtains were half-closed, and the light from the building opposite shone through, making it fairly bright.

He opened the closet door, glanced at it, and hurriedly got in.

Closing the door, he felt he was in darkness.

At this time, he had some hindsight.

"When I closed the cabinet door just now, was there something in the closet?"

He felt his heart beat a little faster.

He is a person who never believes in ghosts and gods.

If there is really a ghost, then those people who were killed by him wouldn't have come to take revenge long ago?

If I am fine now, it means there are no ghosts in this world.

He explained himself.

Then, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the closet, very close to his face.

The eyes were a little yellow, and the whites were bloodshot, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"!!!"

He subconsciously pushed open the cabinet door, stumbled out, and fell to the ground.

Looking back, there was nothing in the cabinet except clothes.

"Is it an illusion?"

He turned his head and faced the bottom of the bed.

He saw a funny doll under the bed, slowly raising its head in the deep shadows, revealing a strange smile. Its heavily made-up eyes were full of malice, which made people tremble.

"Grass!"

Unable to resist swearing, he immediately got up and wanted to leave the bedroom.

But a hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his trouser leg.

"Evil door! Evil door! Evil door!"

He cursed a few times, shook off his hand, and hurried to the door.

This house is so evil!!!

He decided to give up this murder plan and wanted to leave this haunted house immediately.

But just as he turned the Door Opening handle, before he could push the door open, he felt something pressing on his shoulder.

Subconsciously turning around, when he saw that thing, his voice got stuck in his throat. Before it came out, it was dragged back by some force.

Only the ajar door is left, waiting for its owner.

Thanks to "Sky City's Love", "YANGE" and "Yi Wei Ling" for the 500-coin reward, and thanks to "Yanxiazhi Fengyueqing" and "Mysterious Disaster" for the 100-coin reward!