After an abandoned wood processing plant.In the shadow of the dark cloud, several bungalows appeared in the shadow.The bushes seemed to increase at once, filled with eyes.Further inside is the river.The cold air of the river floated clearly into the nostrils.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing stood in the distance and muttered for half a day, finally identifying a blue brick house next to the riverbank.

The house has black lights.One side of the window faces the river.A bit of an isolated smell.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing came to the door, and Cao Qing raised his hand to knock on the door, but stopped.He looked at Murong Yuchuan and made a gesture.The two walked around the house.

The entire house is at least 80 square meters.There are four windows, all with curtains.There is no light behind the curtains.I don’t know if the owner is home.

Murong Yuchuan took two copper wires from his pocket, and the other one bent into hooks.Squatting in the keyhole, in Cao Qing's surprised expression, began to carelessly drumming.His technique is not very good, but he is very interested.As Freud said, everyone has a subconscious mind of sin.So, when you wake up in the middle of the night, you find that your wife sleepwalks into the kitchen and is pouring poison rat strength into the milk you drink in the morning.Do not feel strange.

The “scream” a loud noise.The door is locked.

Murong Yuchuan gave a thumbs up.

Cao Qing slowly opened the door and pulled the pistol from his waist.

There is darkness in the house.It smells of mildew.It was as if something invisible and heavy had clogged up the confined space.Suffocated.

Murong Yuchuan's indifferent expression gradually faded into stiffness in the dark.

Both men’s heartbeats accelerated dramatically in their respective chests.

The unknown danger is the worst.Because you never know what’s hidden in the dark.Until it suddenly shows its true face in front of your eyes.

In the darkness, perhaps it is just a sleepy little scoundrum.His greatest ability is to beat the idle with wine, take a crowded bus to touch the woman's ass, and find an honest person to make a little pocket money.In that way, Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing will treat tonight's experience as a star-like comedy.

Perhaps, people in the dark live in the sun, and they can't attract the attention of others.Only at night will his eyes shine a strange light.He could see clearly without lighting the lamp, and his pupils, like a cat, gradually expanded from two vertical lines to adapt to the darkness.

Like a creature in a cave, he hides in the darkness and guards the unknown secrets, slowly aging and bringing into the coffin.However, one day he raised his head from the darkness, his eyes raised with surprise, and he looked straight at the two people who broke into his forbidden land.

He never missed anything.It was the two people who were in the middle of the night and sneaking into his house, and they were shocked.

They are bad.

It is them.

It is them.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing slowly walked through the living room and groped into the house... passing the kitchen... toilet...

There is no sound.

The hand of the gun was not quivering.

He had never carried out such a dangerous task alone.

They may face a demon that is extremely perverted.

The bedroom door is closed.

In the darkness, the two looked at each other.Cao Qing took a deep breath and “hush” to open the door.

The gun pointed straight to the darkness of the chaos.

The two men stood in the doorway, waiting for what lurked in the darkness to take the lead in the attack.

Still quiet.

It was like walking into a tomb.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing tried to identify the furnishings in the room through the glimmer of the curtains.

There is nothing like a humanoid.

Murong Yuchuan reached out on the wall to groping a switch, dialed, the head of the "hissing" sound, the fluorescent tube flashed a few times.¥¥

The two of them were instantly blinded.After a while, it gradually adapts.

On the rotting faded floor, there was a dirty sofa.The above is full of stains, some stains still look sticky, Murong Yuchuan can not say whether it is grease or fluid.The sweat and the sour smell filled the room.

A round table with an empty instant noodle box with half of the leftover ham sausage.There are several squeaked vegetable bags and long-haired fruit nuclei in the garbage basket.There is an old computer on the corner table, and there is still a network cable.

This place can also be online to make Murong Yuchuan very surprised.

On the wall above the computer is a portrait of the crucifixion of Jesus.

Jesus, who is crucified in the picture, is locked and seems to suffer unimaginable pain.

Murong Yuchuan looked at Cao Qing, and his eyes were also looking at the picture.The gun was tightly held in the hand.

With light, courage grew.Murong Yuchuan came to the kitchen and looked at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink.Sticky feet on the ground.There were only a few ham sausages left in the refrigerator, and a plastic bag of apples.

“Muchuan, come here.”Cao Qing shouted in the house.

Murong Yuchuan returned to the room, Cao Qing was not in the room.He turned his head to find the same wall as the door, and a small door.Cao Qing stood in the door.

The light in the house was dim, and there was a small window facing the riverbank.There is a smell of sandalwood mixed with other things.

There is a larger picture of Jesus on the wall.On both sides of the portrait are pasted two small columns of Jesus portraits.On the opposite wall, above the head of the bed, a huge cross was nailed.

Murong Yuchuan carefully observed the portraits and found that the wounds on the two hands and the soles of his feet were exaggerated with red pens, which seemed shocking.His eyes were smeared with a black pen, as if the owner did not want him to see anything.

Murong Yuchuan lifted the mattress and saw a drop of magazines, and he picked up a few flips, all of which were original color/emo magazine in Europe and the United States and Japan, and it is estimated that they were ordered from the Internet.The pictures are all about the subject of bundling malaria.Murong Yuchuan is not to be surprised.

There was something hard under the magazine, Murong Yuchuan, who opened the magazine and showed a pistol.

Murong Yuchuan took out his gloves from his pocket and put it on, carefully picked up the gun.Remove the magazine, and there are three bullets in it.

“What model is this?”Murong Yuchuan handed the gun to Cao Qing.

"It's like an old pistol, but it's not the same in some places."

“Do you have plastic bags?”Murong Yuchuan asked.

Cao Qing touched for a while, pulled out a supermarket convenience bag, Murong Yuchuan put the pistol in.

Opening the wardrobe, Murong Yuchuan did not see more color/emories magazines, or weapons, only a small packet of powder.Murong Yuchuan put it in front of his nose and sniffed, Mugu.