Psychic

The young man screamed and stepped into the green belt to pick up the money. However, when his fingertips touched the roll of banknotes, somehow, he shuddered abruptly, and a very rapid and intense coldness instantly submerged His body disappeared for a while, and it seemed to be an illusion.

The woman with heavy makeup and the man with yellow hair also surrounded him, staring straight at the banknotes in his hand, but the man who claimed to be the fourth brother was not impressed, but played with all kinds of things seriously. Kidnapping tool.

“A lot of money like this? How many count!”

“One, two, three, four … I rely on, Sister Qing, there are two thousand!”

“So much! Sure enough, it’s a community where rich people can afford, and you can pick up money casually!”

“Everyone has a share, sees a share! Two thousand yuan, four people, exactly 500 yuan per person!”

“Come here, this is yours. Ha ha ha ha ha, I just happened to have tight hands recently, and I can’t even eat the food. I didn’t expect to be able to pick up the money when I lowered my head! I’m lucky today!”

“Brother Sizi, you have always been lucky, you are our mascot! Thank you, brother!”

“Hey? Why do you suddenly feel so cold?”

“Ah! Me too!”

“This community really is a bit evil!”

“Nonsense, no evil door, can the monitor all be broken? When I stepped on it a few days ago, you asked me to destroy the monitor. As a result, I chatted with the security guard a few times before I realized that their monitor was already broken. No matter how many times the developer exchanges, it will be bad after two days! “

“Maybe there is any radiation or magnetic field?”

“The fart’s magnetic field just hits evil spirits!”

“Don’t be noisy, give the money to the elder brother. You don’t want to let go, do you want to swallow alone?”

“Why! I just want to count it again. Brother, this is your money.”

The man who was wiping the saber with a tarpaulin finally looked up at the young man and said coldly: “I don’t want it, you get it.”

“Really? The fourth brother is really generous enough!” The young man withdrew his hand happily, but the money was robbed by Sister Qing. The woman blushed and said, “Brother, let you take it with you. We are not the kind of people who see money and open our eyes. Haven’t we already said that? Blessed to enjoy together, rich to earn together, if not you Give us an idea, where can we find this way to make a fortune. “As he said, he stuffed the money into his brother’s pocket.

Even though there was a layer of cloth, the fourth brother was rushed by a very cold cold air. His heart jumped, and he urged immediately: “Yes, don’t bother, pick up the backpack, let’s go to Building 1 to see.”

“Did you not see it just now? The 18th floor was not lit, and Van Gogh should not have returned.” Huang Mao grumbled reluctantly.

“It just happened that we didn’t come back. We pried open the door lock and waited for him. Besides, it was better to enter the house to do things.” The elder brother smiled gruffly.

The other three had never done such dirty work, and could only honestly obey his arrangement. Sister Qing threw her backpack to Huang Mao and complained: “It’s your turn to carry this bag. The old lady almost didn’t get crushed by it! Damn, something is so heavy!”

Huang Mao took the bag to the back and complained, but listened to the tear, but the zipper collapsed, and the contents inside spilled out and fell to the ground.

“Why are you shaggy?” The elder brother frowned fiercely.

Huang Mao apologized while picking up things, panicking like something. I don’t know why, even though Sige is a bold person, he likes to joke, but he is very afraid of each other. Sister Qing and another companion hurried over to help him clean up. One of the ropes was untied, and they were all loosened.

The eldest brother couldn’t stand anymore, kicked the yellow hair, and said impatiently: “Go away, I’ll come.” He pulled the rope from beginning to end, and looped it around his wrist.

Sister Qing picked up a saber and was about to put it back in her bag, but suddenly the ghost pulled out the scabbard and took it in her hand to play.

Another man named Li Zitou put back flashlights, pliers, screwdrivers and other things one by one, then rubbed his hands and whispered: “Is there water in the bag? Why are my hands wet?”

“Huh?” At first, the eldest brother just glanced at him casually, and when he remembered something, he immediately wanted to stand upright, but he stumbled again to Sister Chao Qing, warning: “No! The bottle containing ether is broken! Leave quickly. “It’s a pity that he inhaled too much ether, even the strength to speak loudly was gone.

Sister Qing couldn’t understand what he was talking about, just holding the knife in a stunned manner, the sharp point of the knife just pointed at the fourth brother’s chest.

With a loud noise, the knife got into the flesh.

“Ah … ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooingingthuringthesisterQing sister’s screaming was covered by the fourth brother’s palm.

“No, it’s bad, the electric stick is leaking, the electricity is leaking!” Liezi was holding a black stick, and suddenly shook like a wind.

“What’s wrong with you?” Huang Mao went to pick his shoulders, and he also jittered like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.

At the corner of this dim rockery, four people immediately fell down three, and a woman was so scared that her face was full of tears, but she had to obey the instructions of the fourth brother and drag the three big men one by one away from the broken bottle. The place. After a while, her teeth murmured, and her mouth murmured like hysteria. She did n’t dare to touch the head of the scorpion and Huang Mao with electricity. She could only use stones to hit them, and I did n’t know how many times to let the hand of the scorpion hold the electric stick tightly.

Finally, she was sitting on the ground, looking at her blood-stained hand, and then went to see the fourth brother who had fallen into a coma with a knife in front of her chest, and finally looked at the broken blood The annoyed head and yellow hair suddenly felt extreme fear and despair.

“I, I’m killing! I don’t do it anymore, I want to go home! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing” she cried with her head in her arms, cried for a while and then closed her mouth with her fist because she remembered it, she seemed It’s here to kidnap Van Gogh. This must not be discovered by the security!

She shrank in the corner for a while before shaking her limbs and crawling out of the green belt to drive. Fortunately, the security guard did not dare to walk around the community after nightfall, and her abnormal behavior was not discovered. Parked the car next to the rockery, she moved her companion again, and the three big men added up to four or five hundred pounds, which really cost her a lot of effort.

She was exhausted and paralyzed after she finished her work, crying on the steering wheel for a while before she started the engine and could not wait to leave. There is no doubt that in her life experience, no night will be worse than it is tonight. Those helpless screams, panic remedies and fear of deepening into the bone marrow are enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

The crooked van was bumping out of the gate of the community, and a slender figure slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the dim street lamp, looking at the direction of several people leaving. A very gentle and beautiful face sparkled in the night, and there was a playful arc on the corners of lips, which was Van Gogh. As long as he wants, he can be completely engulfed by darkness, and then become an existence that no one can peep into, or can be dazzling like a falling star.

Ye Feng gently lifted his silky hair and thin clothes to remind him that it was time to sleep. He retracted his gaze and walked slowly toward Building 1. He abandoned the elevator and climbed up one level after another. It was one or two in the middle of the night, but the building seemed to have just woken up, and if he listened carefully, there were painful moans and weeping everywhere.

Climbing to the fourth floor, two old voices of a man and a woman are alternately insulting: “This express is yours?”

“My son is working hard to make money outside every day, so you can lie down and spend money at home. Where are you from the prostitutes? What broke the courier, I burned you!”

“Dying, you dare to talk back! Wife, take my belt, I will slay this prodigal girl today!”

“Pump her! Pump her fiercely! Especially this mouth, **** me!”

“Hey, you dare to run!”

“Ouch, my grandson Hey, we are teaching your mother, you should go back to your room and be careful of hurting you by mistake!”

“You guys fight back, can you whisper? I still play games with Mai here, let my friends hear how bad it is … what happened to you being my mom? You should fight if you spend my dad’s money! The money will be mine in the future! Go away and do n’t wash your hair for a few days. It ’s stinking! Can you dress up like Auntie Li and spray a little perfume? My classmate almost saw you pick me up at school last time, almost Did n’t laugh at me. It ’s a shame to have a mom like you! ”

The desperate cry of the woman echoed on the floor, and gradually disappeared as Van Gogh went up.

Climbing to the seventh floor, the woman’s crying cry became clear again, but her voice was different from that of the fourth floor, and it looked less dumb and helpless. The man who assaulted the woman on the seventh floor was silent. There was no verbal abuse from beginning to end. The sound of **** to the flesh and the roar of the broken furniture showed that this atrocity was more cruel than the fourth floor.

Fangallo has always been calm, and the upward speed has not slowed down, as if all the disturbances in this world have nothing to do with him.

On the fourteenth floor, a luxuriously dressed man was standing in front of the elevator waiting, heard a footstep in the stairwell, looked back, and smiled friendlyly at Vangallo.

Van Gogh nodded politely and smiled lightly, but his smile did not reach his eyes. When he reached the seventeenth floor, he finally stopped because a skinny little boy was holding his legs tightly and curled up in a dark corner. He has **** and white eyes, his skin is white like porcelain, but he is covered with staggered scars, so he is more shocking.

He looked at Van Gogh in horror, and then curled up his hands and feet, fearing that he would occupy too many corridors.

Fangallo turned a blind eye to his scars and didn’t ask him what happened to him. He just took a beautifully packed sandwich from his backpack and said softly, “eat it.”

It seemed that the little boy had reacted, and suddenly withdrew his head into his arms, which looked like an ostrich hiding from a beast.

Fangallo smiled inexplicably, placed the sandwich on the steps, and continued to climb. When he disappeared completely in the stairwell, the little boy quickly picked up the sandwich, hurriedly peeled off the wrapping paper, and ate it gulpingly.