Anyway, Ziliang and his group successfully stayed in the small wooden house by the Crystal Lake.

Well, this is either a stay or a forced occupation. So Ziliang and others didn't even say thank you, and turned around and walked towards the cabin.

After these shameless figures disappeared into the bushes, the four little guys who were camping finally recovered.

"Hey, why did you agree that they moved in?" Michelle shouted at Morgan with an unhappy look on his face.

"I just think there is nothing wrong with helping strangers." Morgan responded with a confused look on his face. In fact, he didn't understand why he agreed.

"That's great. The house must be insufficient. Do you see that big guy? He can fill the entire bed alone." Angela also complained.

"Okay!" Morgan interrupted the others angrily: "This is my uncle's house. I have the final say. Besides, didn't you agree just now? In short, just like that tonight, just drive them away tomorrow morning!"

He shouted, then opened a can of beer and poured the wine into the gurgling wine.

On the other side, Ziliang and others walked leisurely to the wooden house.

Although it is a small wooden house, it is actually quite large in area, with two floors in total, and there is also a basement, the first floor is the activity area, the second floor is the bedroom for sleeping, and the basement is probably the place to store debris.

It is probably because there are really no people nearby. The door of this room is not locked, but it doesn’t matter if it is locked. Ziliang held the [Tamperer] and it was not a trivial matter to open the door.

So the group pulled the door open and walked in like their own home.

Ziliang leaned on the sofa: "Well, this place is pretty good."

"Of course it's good for you. Your office is messy, just like Pegg's pig's nest." Shirley mocked.

Old Joey was a little unhappy when he heard this: "You are not allowed to say that Pegg's nest, its nest is much cleaner than Ziliang's office!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Shirley thought for a while and actually apologized because she seemed to think Old Joey was right.

"Okay." Hannibal interrupted the noise of the others and asked Ziliang: "Tell me, why are you here? And why you spend so much money with those children, according to your personality, it is impossible to waste time on them."

Hannibal's doubts were very reasonable. After all, Ziliang's inferior personality should have gone up and chopped those young men, kicked open the door of the wooden house, and moved in directly.

Ziliang was smoking leisurely, flipping the notes in his hand.

"Don't say so rudely, I'm a person with moral standards." Ziliang said: "And don't you find that those people are very talented?"

"Talent? What talent?" the others wondered.

"Of course it's a talent for dying." Ziliang said seriously: "Look at this Crystal Lake, which has been abandoned for many years, has murders, and there are legends about murderers circulating. Those boys drove to such a place and built such a small wooden house. Isn't this a typical rhythm of dying?

Oh, by the way, you can look at these people again, two men and two women, rich second generation plus stinky losers, it is simply a standard for teaming to seek death. Moreover, when I came, their cars were almost out of gas. Tsk tsk, even the back road was broken by itself. If I were a villain, I would be embarrassed to not come out and chop them to death, so I can guarantee that as long as I follow these talented guys, I will definitely find that something."

Speaking of this, Ziliang looked through the notes again: "Oh, Jason!"

After some words, everyone fell into deep thought. Although Ziliang's nagging was unfounded and had no substantial speculation, everyone just felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

"So, from now on, we try not to affect the behavior of these people and let them play by themselves, which will definitely save us a lot of time."

Just then, Morgan and others followed.

As soon as he entered the house, he looked unhappy when he saw these uninvited guests who did not regard him as an outsider at all.

"Hey, you guys, I just said I would like to stay overnight, but I didn't say you can treat this place as a hotel, clean your shoes, and don't move the things in the refrigerator, especially beer. Now you'd better go to bed. When I get up tomorrow morning, I'll let me see you all leave. Oh, by the way, you have to flatten the quilt."

"Besides these, there is one more thing, that is, you have too many people, so there must be two people sleeping on the sofa tonight!" Angela added.

Hannibal glanced at her faintly: "Don't you want to try the feeling of sleeping on the sofa?"

"Barring nonsense, of course I don't want to!" Angela shouted.

"No, you want to."

"Okay, I think!" She said a moment and agreed: "Hi, Morgan, let's sleep on the sofa."

"Are you crazy? You're so okay, let's sleep on the sofa!"

Sure enough, under Hannibal's suggestion, Morgan did not refuse, and the other two did not show the doubts they should have. Anyway, I felt that at this time, I seemed particularly comfortable standing in the same camp as Hannibal.

So let's talk less, then everyone divided the rooms and went to bed.

The night was getting darker, and there was no noise around the crystal lake except for insects. Ziliang pulled the compass to his face and fell asleep casually.

No words all night

Early the next morning, the fresh air and sunlight shine through the window, making everything look particularly fresh and you can feel that if it is not closed, it is really a place with a good view.

Ziliang had a rare good night's sleep and got up satisfied.

But this morning, in addition to the morning breeze and the fragrance of plants, there was also a sudden scream.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The one who can make such screams must be a woman, and from downstairs.

Ziliang frowned slightly and quickly pushed open the door.

I saw that on the sofa in the first floor lobby, Angela stood on the ground covered in blood, and the entire sofa, the base plate, the coffee table, and even the walls in the distance were covered in blood.

However, the blood was obviously not Angela's, but Morgan's.

It is not difficult to find that because Morgan was already in a different place at this moment, his whole body was chopped and rotten, and his limbs and internal organs were thrown into the room.

Ziliang looked at the bloody scene and lit a cigarette on his own.
Chapter completed!