"Dongdongdongdong, dudongdong, dudongdongdong"

A intermittent, like disorderly and orderly knocking on the door sounded in Bai Huaiguang's ears.

He lay in the grass, lowered his cap, hid his figure, and stared quietly at a wooden house downhill.

In front of the wooden house, a man in dirty and black clothes and slightly hunched figure was pressing his body against the door and knocking on the door.

"Can I come in?"

The man's posture was very strange. After knocking on the door, he lay on the door panel, not sure whether to listen or watch.

From Bai Huaiguang's perspective, he could not see the man's right hand, and the other party seemed to deliberately hide his right hand in his wide robe.

The man had not maintained this position for too long. After about ten seconds, he pressed his left hand on the door panel and slowly pushed it open a crack.

Bai Huaiguang pushed away the weeds blocking his eyes, his snow-white eyelashes trembled, and his eyes stared at the crack of the door with bright eyes.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t see anything except the blurry darkness.

The man seemed very cautious, and only pushed open a gap where he squeezed into the side, and quickly got into it.

At this point, the figure completely disappeared.

However, Bai Huaiguang noticed that a vermilion blood bead flowed down below the door panel and slid into the cracks of the rocks.

He slowly moved his body and hid his body in the grass and piles of stones again, not being noticed.

In the silence around him, he took out a black notebook that was always pressing under him and took out the ballpoint pen clipped into it.

"At 17:38, the madman returned from outside for the fourth time and repeated the steps of knocking on the door, asking and entering.

This time the thing he brought back should be a bloody thing."

Close the notebook, Bai Huaiguang changed his position, lay on the cold ground, looking up at the rustling leaves.

This was the fourth hour he had been surveillance at the madman.

Since he parted with everyone at the village chief's house in the afternoon, he has been searching for the other party's traces in the village.

After nearly an hour, I finally found the madman's residence, this wooden house, in a remote location between the village and the back mountain.

The wooden house is overgrown with weeds, near the end of the village and the back mountain, and all kinds of garbage and waste almost surrounded the house.

The smell of soaring into the sky and the obvious enough prompt him to confirm that this is most likely the hiding place of the madman.

Sure enough, about forty minutes after Bai Huaiguang started squatting, the madman walked out of the wooden house for the first time.

His hands were empty, but his eyes were dodging, as if he had been observing the surroundings first, and then he left quietly after confirming that there was no one.

Because he was not sure when the madman would come back, Bai Huaiguang did not act rashly.

In this way, about twenty minutes later, the madman came back empty-handedly.

But his behavior when he entered the door was very strange.

Three steps: knock on the door, ask, and enter.

It sounds like the first time in and out is exactly the same as the fourth situation that happened just now.

The madman will complete the above actions every about forty-five minutes.

Bai Huaiguang said he was surveillance madman, but he was actually observing.

The madman said that he saw Bai Huaiguang's head hanging on the old crooked tree in the village.

In the afternoon analysis, it is almost certain that this was a death mark on him.

Until now, he could not be sure whether this madman was a human, a ghost, or an NPC like the second uncle.

Bai Huaiguang's original goal was to find out the identity of a madman.

But after this period of observation, he suddenly realized that the identity of a madman might not matter.

His mysterious behavior is the information he really wants to explore.

Judging from the performance of the madman, it is unlikely that he is a ghost, but it is not ruled out that he is similar to Luo Jianjun.

So Bai Huaiguang never acted rashly, but was waiting for an opportunity.

There must be important information in the wooden house and you must go in.

But before entering, he wanted to see how many times the madman would go out in a row, so as to briefly understand the situation inside the house from the side.

After a long wait and see, until the fourth time just now, he guessed that there should be something hidden in the house that needs to be eaten.

The first three times the madman hid in his clothes did not reveal any traces, but the blood was just falling from the door.

This shows that the madman should be hunting every time he goes out, and he wants to feed some animal corpses.

But Bai Huaiguang was still cautious enough, after all, the madman's thinking may not be the same as his.

There may also be ghosts or other things in the house, as long as the madman thinks that the other party needs to eat.

What is in a dilemma now is that he has no idea whether the clues in the house are ghost clues or mission clues.

If it is the latter, he will definitely make contributions; but once it is the former, he will probably never return.

The light of dusk shone through the gaps between the layers of leaves and shone on Bai Huaiguang's sickly white face.

A drop of crystal beads of sweat flowed down the white sideburns under the brim of the hat.

He slowly closed his eyes, endured the discomfort brought to him by the sun, and warned himself in his heart.

"Don't be greedy for merit and make progress. My main responsibility is to wait for night to come and provide support tasks for Sister Luo who is entering the mountain."

In a year, Bai Huaiguang grew from an albino patient who was disgusted by everyone to a senior clerk in the Sixth Branch.

In addition to being tough inside, it is because he can endure his inner desires and understand when to do what.

Compared to the progress of the breakthrough task, he hopes to ensure the smooth progress of the store manager's actions.

At this moment, an abnormal noise came from the downhill wooden house.

Bai Huaiguang suddenly opened his eyes, turned over slightly, lifted the weeds that blocked his vision, and looked at the door.

The madman actually went out again five minutes later.

This is an abnormal move that breaks the first four rules.

Not only was he breaking the law of time, this time he also had a large woven bag with the words "Some fertilizer" written on his hand.

"You are waiting for me at home. Don't open the door to others if I haven't come back."

The madman's fifth time going out, he seemed to be trying to do something big, so he ran away quickly with a woven bag.

His figure soon disappeared from Bai Huaiguang's sight.

The various abnormalities that happened when he went out for the fifth time made Bai Huaiguang feel a bad feeling.

Once something forms a pattern, it will bring people a habitual sense of security, but once it is broken, it will destroy the sense of security it should have.

Bai Huaiguang scratched his itchy cheeks, retreated back to the grass, and took out his notebook again.

But before he could open the notebook, his eyes remained on the black cover of the notebook.

The dark black cover of this cowhide material has become particularly clear.

But he found that his eyes seemed to be completely sucked by the cover, and he could not move his eyes away at all.

The details of the cowhide cover became clearer and bigger, until he suddenly discovered a scarlet blood mark below the cover.

This scene reminded him of the blood of the madman rubbing against the wooden door.

Bai Huaiguang was shocked. He stood up and supported the ground with all his strength, forcibly widening the distance from the cowhide cover.

With inertia, he took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

At first he hadn't noticed the strangeness of the situation, until he suddenly realized that he wasn't lying on the ground? Why did he retreat like stepping on the ground?

Bai Huaiguang's mind "boomed", and he turned around in horror, but saw himself standing in a small area surrounded by waste.

There are garbage piles on both sides, and there is only a gap directly in front, which is the main entrance to go out.

The unpleasant smell that soared around him constantly stimulated his already sensitive five senses. He turned around and found himself standing at the door of the wooden house.

If the textures on the door of this wooden house are too close, they are really similar to the cowhide cover of the notebook.

Bai Huaiguang immediately understood that the mark of death on his body was about to be activated, and his death was indeed related to the madman!

At this moment, a series of low voices suddenly sounded in his ears, and the words he said were incomprehensible and extremely absurd.

"Say it, say it quickly."

"Come in, come in, let me take a closer look at your face."
Chapter completed!