Feng Han got on the latest bus, he picked up his mobile phone to check the news, and found that it was really the same as what Li Yuanfeng said, there was no sign, as if the car accident was just an illusion he experienced.

The car drove for nearly half an hour before arriving at the Anping community, which is the house where the cold has lived for decades.

He went up the stairs, took out the key, and was about to open the door, but when the door opened a crack, a glimmer of light from inside woke Feng Han up.

"Thief?"

There is no one living in this house except myself, especially at this point in time, it is impossible for anyone to come here, who will it be?

As soon as he returned from the evil spirit space, Feng Han's nerves were still in a tense state, and he quietly pushed open the door, silently adding a short knife in his hand, hidden under his sleeve.

This is a weapon that he received in exchange for a "sacrifice".

He stood on tiptoe and quietly lowered his body and sneaked into the house, in this room of no more than 92 square meters, there was only one place where the light was lit, and Feng Han moved there quietly.

"If there are two people, the movement will not be so small, this 'thief' probably sneaked in alone, but the door lock is not broken, is it strange?"

The 0.2x increase in physical strength gives him the confidence to suppress a thief or thug who sneaks into the house when attacking, especially if there is only one person.

He silently penetrated into his kitchen, only to discover the true face of the "thief".

It wasn't some kind of thief, there was only one petite girl in the kitchen in a beige suspender dress.

"Xiaoru, why are you here?"

The girl named "Xiaoru" shook her shoulders and was visibly startled by the voice behind her, she was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and she behaved like a small animal, in short, her mental age was more immature than her appearance.

- No wonder the man asked Feng Han to take good care of him.

"Brother Han, I'm sorry, I wanted to call you, but you didn't answer ......"

Xia Ru's face turned red every time she stood in Feng Han, and her behavior was a little abnormal.

"Well, it's okay, you're ...... Stewed soup. ”

Feng Han was a little suspicious, he didn't expect Xia Ru to do this, this little girl gave him the feeling that his life skills didn't seem to be too high.

Xia Ru put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoe slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"I, I just cooked a little more, Brother Han, you can be a supper."

"Thank you so much, Ru."

Feng Han felt a little embarrassed.

"You just moved to the neighborhood, I don't have time to take care of it, but I want you to take care of me, so I really don't like a senior sister to explain ......"

"It's okay, it's okay, I know Brother Han, you're busy with work, so it doesn't matter if Suo Yi is ......"

Probably praised by Feng Han, Xia Ru's face became more and more red, and she almost bit her tongue when she spoke, she found that she had her hands crossed in front of her chest, which was a bad habit when she was nervous, but in this way, it also exposed the ok tension on her hands, and she hurriedly put her hands down.

"Well, I won't bother."

Seeing that Feng Han didn't care, she said goodbye to Feng Han tightly and ran out of the door in small steps.

"Wait a minute, Ru."

Feng Han uncharacteristically called her halfway.

"Inside the house, have you cleaned it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Han, I'm making my own decisions again."

"It's okay, but there's a room in there, so you didn't go in."

Feng Han asked in an indifferent tone.

"No, it's locked, so I didn't go in."

"Okay, it's okay, I need to send you back."

With the girl-next-door temperament, her face is getting redder and redder, and if there is a sound effect, it will probably emit a steam spray sound effect.

"No, no, I'll do it alone."

She turned and trotted out, and there was a brisk sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Feng Han shook his head with a wry smile, helped her turn off the gas when she was confused, and put the stewed soup on the table.

But at this time, his face quickly turned gloomy.

"Didn't you go in?"

He walked past the dining table and into the innermost room, a black door that he had opened with a special key.

This room is one of his secrets.

Feng Han walked into the house, quickly closed the door, and lit the light.

There was only one old-fashioned chandelier in the room, the lights were flickering on and off, all the wallpaper in the room was scattered, and most of the walls were covered with all kinds of pictures.

Most of these photographs were taken from the scene of a murderous and horrific murder, with the background of the scene, the tools of the murder, and the bloody bodies of the victims.

There were also black-and-white photographs, or a cut out of a yellowed old newspaper, all pasted on the walls.

On the right side of the wall, there is a large chalkboard with a map and colorful pins sandwiched to photographs, pinned to one location after another, each marking a tragedy.

On the other side of the room was a bookcase, filled with a large number of files, all of which were about various case investigations, some of which were Feng Han's adoptive father's belongings, and the rest were ...... It's just the information he's gathered over the years.

These sources vary, some of which were collected through conventional sources; and some of them were investigated by hacking into the police system; Others were stolen through illegal means.

A table was piled up with a large number of files, and Feng Han turned on his laptop while flipping through one of the heavy file books, which had a large number of bookmarks inserted into it.

As usual, he looked through the things, and finally fell asleep on the table from exhaustion.

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his phone's alarm.

"Damn, it's Sunday......"

If I had known, I would have had an alarm clock, and I should have slept a little longer.

He was really tired, the experience in the world of the script made him physically and mentally exhausted, in that world of Cthulhu, even resting was extremely painful, and it was rare to return to the real world, he naturally wanted to try his best to relax to relieve his tense nerves.

Now that he woke up, Feng Han had no intention of continuing to sleep, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to his best friend Ran Xiuheng.

The phone quickly rang, and a slouchy and magnetic bass voice rang.

"That idiot called my phone early in the morning......"

"Me."

Feng Han was too lazy to sign up, and the two were already familiar enough to know who the other party was by listening to the voice.

"Yo, isn't this Hanshao? Find me something. ”

He probably woke up somewhere, and from his mobile phone came the sound of a warbler next to him, this bastard shouldn't have gone somewhere to fool around.

"You bastard gave Xia Ru the key to my house!"

"Tsk, how was the nightlife last night?"

"Shut up."

"No, you didn't make a move, are you a man?"

"The question of whether I am a man or not does not need to be proved through guò reproductive activities, but to prove whether I am a man from a physiological point of view, you can get definite results by investigating DNA, so I don't need to care about you, a breeding pig."

"The wind * is as suave as me, and you call me a breeding pig, and thousands of girls in this city are going to cry."

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, the rest of the time is to carry out piston movements, is it wrong to call you a pig?"

"At least it's a stallion, a big stallion is good!"

"Are you sure, know that pigs have an IQ several times higher than horses......"

Such an unnutritious conversation lasted for a while, which can be regarded as a normal communication between the two.

"If you have time, come out, I'll have something to do with you."

"Okay." Shang Xiuheng naturally didn't talk nonsense and agreed directly.

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