Since one-day trip to Baiguoyuan, Jian Ningxuan's attitude towards Anbu has become much more casual and no longer deliberately avoids physical contact. The two are not lovers, but they are more in line than any couple. Jian Ningxuan feels that Anbu likes him, and he has never fantasized about love, and began to silently look forward to her confession in his heart.

Anbu didn't know what Jian Ningxuan thought. Although she flirted with cats in daily life, she was all out of her desire for color and anger. Just like she could not enjoy food, she still studied food tirelessly; she could not distinguish colors, but she still decorated the surroundings in colorful colors; she had no feelings, but tried to make herself look full of emotions.

This is her obsession in her heart, the obsession in wanting to live like a normal person. With this obsession, she has persisted until now, and once she gives up, she will become a dead person.

The confession that Jian Ningxuan is looking forward to may never appear in his life.

"Mr. Jane, I'm out." Anbu shouted to the man in the living room while changing his shoes.

"You're going out so late?" Jian Ningxuan walked over and looked at her with a frown.

"Well, I've received a part-time job as a temporary food deliveryman these days." Anbu explained.

"Are you short of money?" Jian Ningxuan never interferes with her work, but running outside alone at 11 or 2 pm is really unsafe for a girl. "If you short of money, tell me, you can use my credit card."

"It's not a matter of money, I just like to experience life." An Bu smiled, "Don't worry, I've learned self-defense, and it's no problem to deal with three or five ordinary people."

Jian Ningxuan: "..." I felt inexplicably that I needed a powerful martial arts coach.

Saying goodbye to the worried Jian Ningxuan, he drove his newly bought motorcycle and headed to the place to order the meal at lightning speed.

Jian Ningxuan, who stayed at home, turned on the mobile phone positioning system and studied financial data while paying attention to her movements.

Nowadays, there are more and more otaku and otakus, and they sleep late and they don’t want to go out or do it themselves, so most of them choose to order takeaway. Sometimes food deliverymen are too busy, so the takeaway company will hire some temporary food deliverymen.

Anbu has done this kind of part-time job many times and has become familiar with it for a long time.

I loaded more than a dozen takeaways and delivered them to the buyer one by one according to the route. Along the way, I added a few orders in scattered ways. I ran back and forth, and two hours passed without realizing it.

Anbu carried the last takeout and took the elevator to the 6th floor of an apartment. With a ding dong, the elevator door opened, and there were three men and one woman waiting for the elevator outside. Anbu walked out of the elevator and passed by them.

In front of me was a slightly narrow corridor, with dim light and silent, with only the sound of gentle footsteps.

The buyer who was holding this takeaway was living in 605, but Anbu stopped at the door of 604. He saw a thick ink-like death lingering on the closed door. It was not a sign of death, but a real breath of death.

There were at least two dead people in this room.

Anbu stepped forward, pressed the doorbell of 604, and shouted: "Hello, I am a takeaway delivery person. The takeaway you ordered has arrived."

Then he knocked on the door again. As soon as his finger fell on the door, the door creaked and opened a crack.

Anbu looked inside like a tentative look, then took a few steps back, quickly took out his cell phone, and called the police.

"Hey, you're about to send someone to pass by. I saw the dead... Address? The address is Room 604, XX Apartment Building..." The panic of the sound was vividly simulated.

Ten minutes later, jc arrived and Anbu pointed at 604: "It's here."

Three or four JCs carefully pushed the door and left a young JC to record the confession to Anbu.

"You delivered food to them and found that the door was not closed, and then you saw the deceased on the ground?" jc asked while registering her identity.

"Yes." An Bu answered honestly.

"Have you ever entered the room?"

An Bu shook his head: "No, I called the police when I saw the dead."

"How do you know they are dead if you haven't entered?"

Anbu: "...the body has been divided into several pieces, and can you still survive?"

The young jc turned red, coughed lightly, and continued to ask: "When you came, did you see any suspicious people?"

Anbu was about to answer when a heart-wrenching song suddenly came from his phone: "The loneliest story is that I am alive, and you are dead; the saddest ending is that I am dead, and you are still alive..."

jc:"…"

"Sorry." An Bu quickly pressed the answer button, "Hey, hello..."

"What a yarn? Where is my takeaway?! It's really noisy at night. Can you still be careful?" After a roar, the door of 605 was suddenly opened, and a man holding a cell phone and looking bearded.

"Hmm?" Seeing the person in the corridor, the man was stuck for a few seconds, and then said horrified, "Uncle jc, isn't it illegal to masturbate at his own house?"

jc:"…"

Anbu: "..." This is also a funny guy...

After a long time of communication, Anbu "knows" that he had admitted the wrong door. The takeaway in his hand was not 604, but 605.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so embarrassed." She handed him the takeaway.

"Forget it, the murders have happened, who cares about these things?" The stubble man took the takeaway and looked at the next room. "You are unlucky enough. You can deliver a bunch of dead people if you just takeaway."

Where did the "pack" come from? Can you not escalate the case casually?

The young jc was a little tired and said to the stubble man: "You can wait here for a while, my colleagues and I will learn about the situation with you later."

The man with stubble raised his takeaway: "Don't you mind waiting while eating?"

“…please.”

Then, the young jc turned to Anbu again and continued the question just now: "Did you see anyone when you went upstairs?"

"Yes, I met four people at the entrance of the elevator on the 6th floor, three men and one woman." An Bu answered truthfully.

"Oh?" the young jc was excited, "Are they together? What are their characteristics?"

An Bu thought about it and replied: "One of the men and women should be a couple, 25 or 26 years old. The man has curly hair like instant noodles, has a very thick eye shadow, and a skeleton necklace with gems hanging around his neck."

"I know!" The man who was squatting at the door to snatch rice was interrupted vaguely, "He is the Huangshi Ninja who lives in 606."

Anbu: Huang "Shiren"...

Young jc is making records silently.

Anbu continued: "The woman has many braids on her head, which looks like a watermelon, a nose ring on her nose, and a decorative knife on her waist..."

"I know." The stubble man raised his right hand holding the chopsticks and interrupted again, "She is Huang Shiren's No. 3 girlfriend, named Su San."

The young jc recorded and complained: You even know how many girlfriends they have, do you peep next door every day?

Anbu continued: "After this couple, there is a middle-aged man in his fifties, about 170 cm, with thin hair, wearing a down jacket on the upper body and beach pants on the lower body..."

Young jc: Have you encountered all the freaks in the world?!

“…Wearing a pair of Findilian leather shoes…”

Young jc: I'll go, he can't even afford to wear such famous leather shoes!

"...The legs are about five centimeters long, thick as if they were the original Cassici forest."

Young jc: "...you can do without metaphor."

As he said that, he looked at the stubble man and waited for him to reveal the identity of this person on his own initiative. His characteristics were so distinctive that he could not have known it, right?

As a result, he was disappointed, and the man smacked his mouth and said, "This man is obviously a mentally ill person. There are no mentally ill people in our apartment."

The young jc wrote down: It seems that this person is very suspicious, and killing and dismembering people is not something that a normal person can do.

"The last one," Anbu continued, "I didn't see clearly. He was wearing a baseball cap, sportswear, and his head was lowered, his hands were placed in his pockets. There was a round earring on his left ear, and half of his tattoo was exposed on his right neck, which looked a bit like a trident."
Chapter completed!