"Senior sister...senior sister..."

Ye Qingfeng was in horror and shouted a few more times. Seeing that Shen Xuejiao's car was still parked at the door, she knew that she was still nearby and might be in this room.

So Ye Qingfeng pushed open the closed doors and looked for them from the first floor to the second floor.

"Senior sister, senior sister..."

Ye Qingfeng just shouted and searched, but after searching the entire villa, he could not see Shen Xuejiao.

It seemed like an eternal dusk, which was frozen in this world, and the phone kept showing 6:15.

Here, all he could see was a warm color.

After searching all the rooms on the second floor, Ye Qingfeng could only hear her footsteps and breathing, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be more than one person's breathing in this house.

When he reached the corner of the stairs, he stopped.

"Qingfeng..."

He heard Shen Xuejiao's shouting, and at the same time, he turned his eyes to the dead and dim living room.

Shen Xuejiao stood beside the fireplace, waved her arms hard at him, and pointed desperately outside the door, "Box, box, box under the locust tree..."

Without having time to think too much, Ye Qingfeng ran down the stairs, grabbed Shen Xuejiao and asked, "Senior sister, what's the box? What's going on?"

However, Shen Xuejiao opened her eyes wide and stared at him straight behind her, her lips squirming exaggeratedly, but she couldn't hear anything she said.

‘Tu tu tu…’

Ye Qingfeng heard a strange sound outside, with a sense of rushing rhythm, as if something was approaching here.

‘Tu tu tu…’

He followed Shen Xuejiao's gaze...

But there was only one door.

Apart from that, there is nothing else at the dim door.

‘Tu tu tu…’

Suddenly, a crutch came in...

"ah!"

Ye Qingfeng screamed and woke up from his dream. While his body was shaking on the rocking chair, a 'crunching' sound came from under him.

He sighed at the sky and breathed a long sigh. It turned out that he was asleep when he was reading a book and had a nightmare.

When he saw that it was pitch black in the room, Ye Qingfeng's nerves tensed up again.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but it was already dark outside!

"Senior sister?"

Ye Qingfeng shouted, the room was still quiet.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone and saw that the time was: 19:30.

Oh my God,

He slept for an hour.

With the faint moonlight outside the window, the Honda car was still parked at the door.

But where did Shen Xuejiao go?

‘Cruff--’

Ye Qingfeng was about to stand up from the rocking chair, but at this moment, the rocking chair swayed gently.

‘Cruff--’

He didn't move at all, it was the chair that was shaking itself.

He suddenly sat up from the chair, but immediately hooked his neck by something and hooked him back to the chair.

‘Cruff--’

‘Cruff--’

The chair was shaking faster and faster, and his neck became tighter and tighter.

‘Cruff--’

'quack--'

Ye Qingfeng struggled desperately, but his neck was hooked and he couldn't break free. The surrounding scenery was shaking wildly, and he felt that the sky was dark.

Finally, at some point, the chair suddenly stopped.

"Plop!"

The huge inertia force overturned Ye Qingfeng from the chair, and he fell heavily on the floor, and for a moment he was dizzy and star-stirring.

Ye Qingfeng took his cell phone and looked back. There was nothing on the rocking chair, but someone was shaking the chair crazy just now.

‘Cruff--’

The chair began to shake again, with a very slow amplitude and rhythm, which seemed very comfortable.

Ye Qingfeng was frightened. He rolled and crawled out of the door. He didn't know how many things he had knocked down in the darkness, and there was only a slamming sound.

Although he was in a mess all the way, he rushed out of the terrible room and headed towards the car at the door.

When Ye Qingfeng ran under the big locust tree, his ankle was hooked by something and his body fell on the bluestone slab.

The damp bluestone slab was covered with moss, sticky, wet and slippery.

"What's this?"

When Ye Qingfeng touched something, he climbed up with difficulty and took it to his eyes and took it.

That's a female Kun bag!

"This...this is..."

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes wide, how could Shen Xuejiao's bag be here?

Because it was too sudden, a series of strange and terrifying things followed one after another, causing Ye Qingfeng to take over his body by the extreme survival reflex, leaving only the idea of ​​escaping.

But even soldiers or soldiers need to undergo rigorous repetitive training to have the ability to pull the trigger in the fear of the bullet rainforest. This is the phenomenon of escape under the control of fear.

However, after seeing this Kunbao, Ye Qingfeng's prefrontal cortex resumed operation, and the thinking emergency light was slowly lit.

His first reaction was that Shen Xuejiao was killed...

If it weren't for the murder, how could it have been missing for so long?

But,

Where is the corpse?

‘Crack--’

A night wind blew, and the tree canopy was rustling.

But in the sound, another sound was clearly mixed with, stimulating Ye Qingfeng's nerves one by one.

‘Crack--’

Then,

Ye Qingfeng raised his head,

‘Drink----God!’

A body hangs among the dense branches and leaves,

The eyeball is protruding,

Pale face,

The tongue stretched out a piece, clamped between her lips hard, like an indescending sigh!

Isn’t this Shen Xuejiao?

Ye Qingfeng stood under the tree like a sculpture, staggeringly taking a few steps back!

'thump!'

He fell on the steps!

Ye Qingfeng's mind was filled with terrifying colors. He felt his neck tightening, and an invisible force was luring him up.

In extreme suffocation and fear, Ye Qingfeng finally realized that the thing that hooked his neck: it was a crutch!

The consciousness is getting blurred...

Is that all?

Is everything over like this?

No,
To be continued...