Chapter 3967 I Collect Rent in the Survival Game (14)

The atmosphere was so quiet that there was no sound. As time passed by, Gui Ying almost felt that the old man outside the door had left, but he did not hear the footsteps. Weird sounds rang out in the silence.

"Where did you hear that?"

"They are also from here." Gui Ying answered ambiguously.

"You heard wrong, it's a lie." The person outside the door said, "No one has ever died in Ping An Apartment."

Who is lying to her?

"The security here is very chaotic."

"It's chaos..." A hoarse laugh with unknown meaning fell, and the tone seemed to be filled with deep hatred, almost vicious: "It is because of chaos that some people are given opportunities to take advantage of it."

After the old man said those words, there was no sound again. Gui Ying didn't know whether he had left or not.

There was no useful information at the moment, and everything in the apartment was weird. She glanced at the writing on the wall, pinched her wrist, and opened the door.

Whether the word was a joke or a warning, Guiying had no intention of following the rules.

The old man outside the door is not here, so he should have returned to his room.

The apartment is on the seventeenth floor, and there is no light late at night.

Staggering footsteps sounded from upstairs, extremely fast.

It was a girl, in her twenties, with a look of fear on her face.

She rushed down with all her strength, and when she saw Gui Ying, she stopped in place timidly.

His eyes were like those of a young deer.

It doesn't look like what this apartment should look like.

The door next to it suddenly opened, and inside stood an old man on crutches. When he saw the girl, his face suddenly changed, and his chest hurt with anger: "Zheng Qian! What are you doing out at night?!"

"Grandpa." Zheng Qian sniffed, her eyes red.

"Come here quickly." The old man's tone softened again, "Are you scared? Didn't I tell you not to come out at night? My dear, come in quickly. Are you arguing with that bastard Zhao Sheng again?"

The girl walked over, hugged the old man's arm coquettishly, and said sullenly: "Don't say that about Zhao Sheng."

"He made you angry, why don't you let grandpa say it!" The old man raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Grandpa will teach you a lesson tomorrow!"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just miss grandpa..."

The girl and the old man walked into the room. When the old man closed the door, he took a deep look at Gui Ying and said to himself: "You can't help but believe some words."

Gui Ying withdrew his gaze, glanced at the direction upstairs, thought for a while, and walked up.

There were only two people in the corridor, the old man and Ran Bai. The voice-activated light was on and off, off and on again. In the repeated light and shadow, the old man looked haggard and his face was a bit pale.

“A real safe apartment in the old town on the west side.”

Ran Bai raised his eyebrows.

This is the city center, almost thousands of miles away from the old city in the western suburbs.

“It has existed in the old city for many years. It has been so long that I can’t remember clearly. Too many homeless people and the older generation regard it as their home. "

The old man's tone sounded like nostalgia or sighing.

"Where did you originally live?"

"That's my home." His eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, making it difficult to see the expression behind them. "I don't know when the apartment started to change. A group of homeless people came. The building manager saw them. It was so pitiful that I took them in."

"What happened next?" Ranbai asked, leaning against the wall.

"Later..." the old man let out a strange laugh, "Ping'an Apartment was haunted. Who knows whether it was the human heart or something shady. Some people saw the curtains that glowed at night and the windows that were always open.

Chairs appeared out of thin air in the corridor, and someone heard crying at night. "

When he spoke, he stared straight at Ranbai, his eyes could not help but make people's hair stand on end. "Things are becoming more and more bizarre and weird. There are too many rumors about these in Ping An Apartment. I thought it was someone's prank..."

"So you moved away? Came here?" Ranbai looked straight into the old man's eyes without changing his expression.

"Many people have moved away. When people talk about Ping An Apartment, they no longer talk about happiness and smiles. I don't know when it turned into those rumors that make people talk about it." He did not answer the dyed white question. The problem, to put it simply, seems to be immersed in the past and unable to escape, and the soul is sinking.

"Almost all the young people have left. The only ones left in Ping An Apartment are the older generation. We have long regarded this place as my home. My son, my granddaughter... all live here. This is my hometown. Oh, how could I bear to leave my home."

The old man withdrew his gaze, his eyes were dark and strange, his fingers pressed heavily on the crutches, as if he was suppressing something, and his lips trembled slightly: "But God has played a big joke on everyone."

On the top floor of Ping An Apartment, the night breeze was blowing and the moon was not visible.

Dozens of people gathered.

005 was holding a doll in her arms, wearing a princess dress, like a princess holding the moon among the stars. She jumped up to the railing on the top floor and sat down, with her smooth legs swaying gently, "Hey, have you seen her?"

Mo Lin stood aside with raised eyes: "No."

"I sent her a message." Qiao You muttered and looked at the people around him impatiently.

If this mission didn't require cooperation, she wouldn't like to be in the same room with other missionaries.

"No, those two people are here, but she hasn't come yet."

Mo Lin followed Qiao You's gaze and quickly looked away.

I don't know him and I'm not interested.

"Hiss, no, it's only July. What's the weather like? Why is it so cold at night?" Gu Lanxi had a ghostly look on his face and hugged his arms so tightly that he felt goosebumps rising.

Xia Lin pursed her lips and walked over with Gu Lanxi.

The little girl suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Charlene's eyelids twitched, her face turned ugly, and she subconsciously took half a step back.

Gu Lanxi was more direct: "Fuck you."

"What are you afraid of?" Qiao You hugged the doll, wearing a beautiful little skirt and small leather shoes, with red lips and white teeth, and a sweet smile on her face: "Why didn't you come with 003?"

"Little sister likes to act alone." Gu Lanxi was surprised, "Isn't she here yet?"

Qiao You pouted, a little disappointed and disappointed, and sighed softly: "Not coming."

Gu Lanxi felt her scalp numb when she looked at Qiao You. Xia Lin's face next to her also looked very ugly. She coughed and said, "During the day you..."

"That's not me." Qiao You smiled and raised the corners of her red lips, "Idiot, it's my sister who wants a bow from you."

Gu Lanxi looked at the little girl's delicate and beautiful face under the moonlight and remained silent.

You look so much like it now.

Charlene's eyebrows were so furrowed that she could almost pinch a fly to death.

There seems to be no difference between these two people at all, whether it is expression or movement, let alone clothes and dolls, they are just like clones.

The taskers stood together in twos and threes to discuss, but almost no one dared to approach the initial tasker.

There is a world of difference between initial missionaries and ordinary missionaries, and there is an unbridgeable gap.