The longer the shadow dragged on, a person appeared around the corner, and when I saw this person, my blood all over me was frozen.

He was wearing an ecliptic leather jacket with a pair of jeans under him, and looked quite ordinary, and I recognized him at once, the window-knocker who appeared at the crematorium.

Seeing him, my blood clotted because he wore a top-tipped red hat on his head.

Little Red Riding Hood!

He is Little Red Riding Hood.He walked slowly, step by step on the stairs, without hurry, and seemed to have great confidence and would surely catch us.

He and I were just across a ladder now, and I could see his face clearly.I turned 180 thoughts on my mind, should I run or should I start?

I picked up a brick by my side and pointed it at Little Red Riding Hood's head to throw it down.Looking at the distance between us getting closer and closer, he did not look up and observe, did not know my existence, I have a great opportunity to win.At such a close distance, I am not a fool, throw a brick down, if you do not hit people, I will not live.

But the bricks trembled in my hand, I was too nervous, my hands were trembling, and I had a thought in my heart, and once I was finished.

Old money and I have not actually exposed their position now, Little Red Riding Hood only knows that we are in the building, and can not accurately locate.I went down this brick, which is equivalent to revealing my own position.

Is it going to hit?

Just thinking about it, I missed the best time, and Little Red Riding Hood has come up to my level.I was sweating coldly, even dipped into my eyes, and my eyes were blurred.The footsteps are coming soon.

I hate to bite my teeth and see an empty room around me, hiding in a flash.

The room here is a semi-finished cement room, no door, no window, there is no light inside, I shrink in the dark corner, tightly pinched the bricks, nervous to the speed of peeing pants.

The footsteps sounded outside, every step was slow, and for a moment I felt as if time was fading.

He did not go forward.

The next second, the sound of footsteps gradually rose, passing over my layer to the top.

I sat on the floor as I sat on the floor, groaning and panting.Although the amount of exercise is not large, but once in a while, the spirit is highly tense, how many brain cells have to die, and the adrenaline call surges.

Listening to the footsteps, I suddenly remembered one thing, I made a pact with the old money, if it was Little Red Riding Hood, I would have to scream, if not, then I would learn to call the bird, in any case, give him a signal.

I really did not have the courage to do this, but can not do it, I came out of the empty room, listening to the footsteps above, far away from me.Under the premise of determining safety, I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and uttered a "ah" scream.

The call was loud, spreading up and down the stairs of the entire building, and even echoing, as long as it was not deaf, no matter where it could be heard.

This cry also drained my last courage, and I had too late to think about it, and ran downstairs, the farther away from Little Red Riding Hood, the better.

I ran to the first floor in one breath, crossed the hall to the door, and suddenly saw that the whole door was blocked by brick!I was horrified and trembling, a few steps back, one speeding up and then flying over.The brick wall was extremely hard, it did not kick, and my wrist was sore.

There was a high window next to the door, and I could not climb it, and the window did not know when to weld the iron pipe, and how could not be pryed open.

I held the iron pipe in my hands, my feet barely stepped on the wall, and the probe went out to see, outside is a deep night, the full moon is suspended in the air, and everywhere I can see is a large desert.In a world of loneliness, there is only one such building.

Now the biggest feeling is loneliness and despair, that even if you run out of this building, you can't live outside.

I came down from the window and walked aimlessly along the first floor corridor to see if there was any loophole that could be drilled outside.Each window is iron.Finally, I went to the public toilet.Toilets are full of mud, but no one uses it, and the taste is not very strong.I hid in a single room, squatting on the toilet, rummaging for my whole body, and finally touching a pack of cigarettes, pulling out a slow-tick.

Now that I had calmed down and thought about the bricks on the first floor and the iron-peeled window, I was more and more certain that this was a trap.

When we entered, the door and the window were empty, entering and leaving at will, and when we entered the building, all the exits on the first floor were sealed, which was not a trap.

It’s just that I don’t believe that such a big project would be done by Little Red Riding Hood alone.

Now there was the paradox, from the way we went into the building to discovering Little Red Riding Hood, and then I fled to the first floor, and the process was half an hour longer to be said.Within half an hour, the door was sealed, and all the windows were welded with iron pipes, how much engineering was this, and how many people needed to cooperate?Little Red Riding Hood is following a team behind it.How is it possible?Little Red Riding Hood killed and killed, if he had a team of many people behind him, everyone could leave a lot of clues, and the police would have solved the case long ago, and could stay until now.

If Little Red Riding Hood didn’t have a team associate, how could he have done so much?

I remember Conan saying that when everything is impossible is excluded, the rest, no matter how strange, will be the truth.According to this statement, the only truth is that everything here is illusory, and the little devil is like me, here is a ghostly creation!

Money and I have been fascinated by Little Red Riding Hood, the so-called ghostly mind.

When did this happen?Even if Little Red Riding Hood is obsessed with us, there must be a process of contact.

I smoked quietly, and the smoke was smoky, and suddenly I thought that Little Red Riding Hood had knocked on our windows while at the crematorium.Will we be fascinated by his demons?

At present, Little Red Riding Hood's identity is the cousin of Qian Mingwen, and his motive for the crime is the murder certificate.It was just his superficial identity, and thinking about it again, was much more terrible.How did he know that there was such a thing as a murder certificate, he was just an ordinary person, why did he have such a thick pussy and the ability of ghosts to create a border?Who is he?

There is another most important issue.

I broke the ashes, according to the ability of Little Red Riding Hood, he wants to kill money easily, why so cumbersome: it is also a situation, and chase in the environment, even if the pursuit of why it is only now, I and the old money in the scrapped car for nearly a day, he did not appear.

Does he really think that killing old money is a sure thing, and that everything he does is just a cat-and-mouse game?

No. not.I intuitively believe that Little Red Riding Hood is not a schizophrenic psychosis, but rather that he is a very calm guy, he will never do boring things, he is focused on his goals.

There are so many links here that I don’t understand.But I think it’s getting closer to the truth.Perhaps the truth is the only way to solve the current crisis.

I was in the middle of deep thinking, and suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and then there was a cluttered footsteps.I rushed to push the door out, and by this time, I was not too afraid, thinking about the buffer brought, let me calm down.

I came to the toilet door, quietly opened a gap, and saw a person quickly "sniff" running over.I was surprised, from the perspective of the people, it looks like money.I did not see his specific appearance, even fat and thin did not see it, the only feature is that he carried a red package behind him, that is, the urn.

What is he running?

I looked out and saw another group of people running from the other side of the corridor, very fast, chasing the people in front.The figure could not see the height and fat skin, but one characteristic was obvious, the Little Red Riding Hood on his head.

It's broken!Little Red Riding Hood found money, and the two actually chased from the top to the first floor.What to do?

Just then Little Red Riding Hood arrived, and I was purely subconscious, thinking nothing, and pushed the toilet door open.So many rooms in the abandoned building, all have no door, but the toilet has a very thick wooden door, I pushed so hard, the people who chased did not expect the toilet door will suddenly open, dodging, is hitting a solid.

How big is this habit, this boy flew up and fell heavily on the ground.

I came out from behind the toilet and saw him fall about two meters away, and this man was wearing an ochre leather jacket and a red hat, the killer Little Red Riding Hood.At this moment, I finally see his appearance, he is too ordinary, not tall, not short, not fat or thin, there is no feature on his face, the five senses are simple like a transparent person.

The crash left him hurt so much that he rubbed his face and slowly got up from the ground.

I stared at him, so nervous that I couldn’t breathe.

It was at this moment that I suddenly understood the key to Little Red Riding Hood’s seem so ordinary.

Everyone I met: Mom, sister, third uncle, village chief, including the later two dragons of Azana Musuban to southern China, and so on, all sentient beings.They have expressions with their own eyes with their own vitality, or calm, or old and old, or silent, or open character, there is always a first feeling.This man is alive.

But Little Red Riding Hood in front of him, no expression, no eyes, no expression.In fact, even if it is insensitive, it is also a human emotion, but on Little Red Riding Hood's face, even numbness can not be seen.He was like a living dead man.