Chapter 15 The Landlord

Fatigue, numbness, and thinness are Chen Ge's first impressions of Wang Qi.

The two passed by, Chen Ge returned the tracing notice he just picked up from the ground to him, and the man whispered thank you.

This was the first time he spoke, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't hear it very clearly.

"You're welcome, it's just a small matter."

Chen Ge smiled back and followed the lame man to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, the second floor is more damp and dark, with cobwebs in the corners, and the walls are mottled and seem to have been scratched with a carving knife.

The lame man led Chen Ge all the way to the end of the corridor before stopping. He opened the door of the room in the deepest part of the corridor, and took out a long list of keys: "Stay fifty yuan a night, and you can choose the room on the second floor. ."

"Fifty is too expensive, isn't it?"

"I only have an apartment for a few kilometers around here. Fifty is not a lot for you." When the lame man spoke, his eyes would glance back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was looking at something.

"Okay, but why can you only choose the rooms on the second floor, and the first and third floors don't live in people?"

"Why do you have so many problems? If you can't live, you can't live!" The lame man took 50 yuan from Singer Chen and casually gave him a key: "The key has a house number on it, you can find it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he got into the room, and at the moment when the door was closed, Chen Ge heard the sound of an old man whimpering and whimpering in the room, as if his throat was stuck while eating.

Chen Ge vaguely felt that something was wrong, and reached out to hold the door lock: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" The lame man's tone was not good, and he could be heard a little annoyed.

Chen Ge looked inward along the crack of the door. The rental house was not large. Apart from the lame man standing at the door, there was also an old man in a wheelchair with his back to the door. The voice just came from his mouth. of.

"I'm a little thirsty, do you guys sell water and drinks?"

"No!"

"Harmony makes money, what are you doing with such a big fire..."

The door slammed shut, and Chen Ge felt more and more strange standing alone at the door.

"In a normal apartment building, the reception desk must be at the gate, but the reception desk of this apartment is hidden in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor." He looked at the key in his hand, and many doubts emerged in his heart: "Why are the first and third floors? Can't live in? Who is that old man who lives with the landlord?"

There was a 208 number on the key, and by coincidence, the room corresponding to the key was next to the Pojiao Man.

"Forget it, let's move in first." After running for more than two hours, Chen Ge was also a little tired.

He opened the door, and a faint musty smell wafted out. The house should have been unoccupied for a long time. The furniture was covered with dust, and the sheets were damp, making it uncomfortable to touch.

"Can you sleep in this bed?" Before Chen Ge could put down his bag, he heard a crisp sound from the next room, as if his rice bowl had been shattered.

He closed the door and listened against the wall, and soon came the lame man's swearing sound, probably because he was too angry, the lame man also mixed a word or two in dialect in the process of swearing. like a local.

The old man whimpered and couldn't speak, and the lame man scolded for a few minutes before he stopped. Then, more unusually, the volume of the TV next door suddenly turned louder.

"What's the matter? What is he doing? Why did he turn up the volume of the TV?" Chen Ge continued to eavesdrop for a few minutes, but because the volume of the TV was too loud, there was no gain, so he had to give up: "Forget it, I It's better to worry about your own business, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."

Chen Ge threw the backpack on the dresser, took out the fruit knife and hid it in his pocket: "The complaint message on the second-hand housing website said that there is blood left behind the wall of the room, and there is always a stench in the middle of the night. So I suspect this place is a haunted house. But I searched the Internet for all the information related to Ping An Apartment,

No murders were found in the apartment building. "

To be selected by the black mobile phone as the venue for the trial mission, the Ping An Apartment must have hidden secrets, which Chen Ge knew very well.

He hid the fruit knife, took out the multi-tool hammer, and checked every corner of the room, but still found nothing.

This is a very ordinary room, except that it is outrageous and outrageous, there is nothing unusual.

"The landlord only asked me to choose a room on the second floor at first, indicating that there should be no problem with the room on the second floor, otherwise it would not be possible to rent it out. Thinking of this, if you want to find something, you must go to the first or third floor to see a room. Look." The trial mission started at eleven o'clock in the evening, and now there are still more than three hours before the mission starts. Chen Ge didn't want to waste time. He put away the tool hammer and walked to the door lightly.

Holding the door lock in his hand, Chen Ge just opened the door halfway and suddenly stopped.

His palms were sweating, and the cold air surged up.

That lame man is standing outside the door! I don't know how long it has been!

The other party didn't expect Chen Ge to open the door suddenly, and the two were taken aback by a half-open door.

"Landlord, why are you running to my door?" Chen Ge looked bad, and he felt more and more that there was something wrong with the landlord.

"Didn't you say you're thirsty? I'm here to give you this." The lame man put the thermos bottle in his hand in front of Chen Ge's door, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"Thank you very much." Chen Ge didn't break it, and took the thermos into the room: "Are you still doing anything?"

"It's alright, let's rest early." The lame man glanced at the room and added as if talking to himself: "There are no lights in the corridor, and it's dark at night, you'd better not run around."

He turned to leave and waited until he returned to his room and closed the door before Chen Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

"This landlord looks ugly, has a bad temper, and is not good at speaking. Although he is a little disabled, he has a strong physique and can easily push down the middle-aged man just now." Chen Ge didn't know how to reason. Started to make up for the brain: "born lame, being bullied since childhood, he may be extremely inferior in his heart. When this emotion reaches a certain level, it will distort and burst into thoughts of destroying others and self-destruction. Damn, thinking about it like this, he seems to be Has all the character traits of a murderer!"

Chen Ge put down the thermos, and he was trying to think about a question: "If the landlord is really a murderer, don't I want to be a neighbor with the murderer in the murder house for one night?"

Thinking of this, Chen Ge felt his scalp tingling, that old pervert might even be standing at the door of his room all night! What's more scary is that he is the landlord, he should have spare keys for all the rooms!