prisoner in the door

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Building 25

Zhao Hai stood at the entrance of the downstairs with his hands in his pockets, looking down indifferently.

The bright light stayed on the second floor, and I don't know why the thing didn't come up.

After a long time, Zhao Hai sneered.

"Scaring me?"

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Mo Zhenzhen hung up the phone, put down the binoculars in her hand, and she could see everything in the house through the clean glass window.

The cold breath seemed to be absent, Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and opened them again, she was still the only one in the room.

Why?Why would she be haunted by ghosts even after she posted a door god?
Mo Zhenzhen didn't understand, but she didn't act rashly.

Take a bath, change clothes, take care of skin care, watch TV and go to bed.

That cold aura followed like a shadow, and Mo Zhenzhen lay on the bed with her eyes closed, thinking about the ghost that appeared at home again.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't think for a long time, she knew that if this ghost could enter her dream, she would also know whether she was asleep or not.

If she lay on the bed for a long time without sleeping, she was afraid that the ghost would see something.

The failure of the door god made her a little uneasy, and after she was uneasy, she began to look for countermeasures.

After listing several credible methods intermittently in her mind, she forced herself to fall asleep, and then she really fell asleep again.

This time Meng Mo Zhenzhen is still a 'bystander'.

She is still her in the dream, but 'she' is not under her control, and her mind turns slowly, everything in the dream seems very reasonable to her.

She woke up from the bed, and an ordinary-looking, short-slender, short-cut man stood by the window and looked at him with a smile. He kept talking, but she couldn't hear a word.

She got up from the bed, and then the man stretched out his hand to pull her and led her out.

Mo Zhenzhen smiled at him again in the dream, as if she knew this person.

The man pulled her to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then he took out two dolls from somewhere, one in each hand, and gestured with the two dolls, with unusually rich expressions on his face.

Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be amused by his "dubbing" performance, the man saw her smile and came over and sat next to her, looking at her with affectionate eyes, the two of them were dead to each other, the atmosphere seemed to change It's getting warmer.

……

Mo Zhenzhen who woke up from the dream felt tired, very tired, very tired, even her heart was a little tired.

Mo Zhenzhen's dream ended when the two of them stared at each other, maybe because they stared for too long, Mo Zhenzhen's eyes in the dream began to look out of shape.

His eyes were as black as ink, his three-dimensional facial features became flat, his peripheral vision was full of blood, the two of them were sitting too close, blood kept flowing out of his body, and the sticky, cold and stench was lingering.

Mo Zhenzhen was very calm, she just felt tired, as if she didn't take a nap last night, but ran a marathon last night.

This feeling was terrible, but it also made her abnormally sober.

"Zhang Qingyue..." Mo Zhenzhen gently recited the name that suddenly appeared in her mind before she woke up, the name of the murderer who fell from upstairs.

……

Early in the morning, An Qiaoxun, An Gonghui, Zhao Hai, and Li Xuan came to her. When they came, they brought her breakfast, soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed stuffed buns, bean buns, pickled cauliflower rolls, pies, various porridge... Each of them brought a piece of porridge. The bag has a lot of patterns and a lot of weight.

When they came, Mo Zhenzhen had already brushed her teeth, washed her face and changed her clothes. As soon as the door opened, Mo Zhenzhen met An Qiaoxun's smiling face.

"Good morning Zhenzhen, how did you sleep last night? Are you hungry? We brought you breakfast!"

Mo Zhenzhen smiled and let them in sideways, and then began to answer An Qiaoxun's question.

"I slept well after finishing it, how about you? You didn't encounter any danger when you went back, right?"

An Qiaoxun shook her head, as if she had forgotten the small ghost night tour that she experienced last night, she smiled very happily.

"No, we went home just fine, nothing happened."

Mo Zhenzhen was talking to An Qiaoxun while observing other people.

Zhao Hai and Li Xuan looked almost the same as yesterday, with no obvious injuries on their bodies. They were a little cautious when they entered the door, but they couldn't help but look around curiously. .

It's just that the complexion of the two of them is not very good, their faces are pale as if they have been covered with powder, and there are obvious red bloodshot eyes as if they haven't slept well.

An Gonghui came in behind An Qiaozun without saying a word. He carried the most things in his hands. As soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head without being curious or looking around. He silently put the things on the table and opened the bag to go out. Take things out and set them up.

The moment he accidentally raised his head, Mo Zhenzhen saw the blue mark on his face. At the right temple, it was the mark of being beaten, and this person struck hard, punching the temple, which was fatal. hands up.

Mo Zhenzhen was still chatting and laughing with An Qiaoxun, but when she saw the injury on An Gonghui's face, the smile on her face faded away, and she put on a worried look.

"Is this... did you guys fight?"

Mo Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at Zhao Hai and Li Xuan, who also subconsciously shook their heads in denial.

"no!"

"We don't fight!"

After denying it, facing Mo Zhenzhen's disbelieving gaze, Li Xuan turned to look at Zhao Hai. Before Zhao Hai could respond, he was sold by Li Xuan.

"It was Haizi who hit it, it has nothing to do with me!"

Speaking of which, Li Xuan took two steps back, as if to draw a clear line with him.

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, but he still recognized Mo Zhenzhen's disapproving gaze.

"I did it, but I did it for a reason."

Said that Zhao Hai glanced at An Gonghui, and that glance was not friendly.

"It's fine if he doesn't open the door for us at night, and even blocked the door."

After Mo Zhenzhen heard this, she looked at An Gonghui. An Gonghui continued to go out to eat like a normal person, so Mo Zhenzhen had no choice but to ask.

"Is that so? An Gonghui?"

An Gonghui still didn't raise his head, but he responded.

"Correct."

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last night
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Zhao Hai stood at the entrance of the downstairs, scoffing at the scary little tricks of ghosts.

The ghosts are not particularly powerful when they come up, just like the big boss always appears at the end.

The ghosts and living people in the normal world are in different dimensions, and there is no intersection between them unless they experience special events.

It's only been three days since the door was opened. According to the usual situation, even if the world inside the door has been deteriorating in three days, the ghost at this time cannot be any powerful ghost.

At this time, the attacks of the ghosts are mainly intimidating, and the combat power of the ghosts is not strong.

So Zhao Hai can stand confidently at the stairs and block the unknown thing coming up from below, because he is sure that this guy is a good-looking guy.

Then Zhao Hai, who was stuck at the stairs, overturned.

　At night, I am afraid of writing myself.There will be more updates tomorrow, and we will stop here today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)