There is another Jia Jia outside the door? And he just arrived?

Guo Mingxun widened his eyes, not knowing whether this world is real or a dream. He looked down at his phone. It was almost midnight. His fingers subconsciously pressed the redial button and called Jiajia's phone again. Jiajia's phone

The ringtone gradually approached the corridor with the sound of footsteps.

"Hey? Brother Xun? Sorry, the traffic jam is stuck, it's too late. Please open the door for me!" Jia Jia's voice came from the phone and outside the door at the same time.

Guo Mingxun did not answer, hung up the phone blankly, and turned around to see Jia Jia in the bathroom.

Jia Jia started to move at this time, and her bent body slowly turned to the bathroom door, with her long hair still hanging in front of her face, and she couldn't see her face clearly. Then, she bent and moved slowly, moving out of the bathroom step by step, and looking at Guo Mingxun

Come.

"Ah!" Guo Mingxun shouted hysterically again, turned around and opened the bedroom door fiercely.

Jia Jia outside was wearing a white short skirt with one shoulder exposed, which was actually the same as Jia Jia's previous look when she first visited. She held up her phone, with a confused expression on her face: "Brother Xun, what's wrong with you?"

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"You are the real Jiajia?" Guo Mingxun breathed a long sigh, and then his body was filled with chills, "Then what did I make love with just now?"

Jia Jia, outside the door, looked into the room curiously, and suddenly stared at the scared, and covered her mouth with a "ah". The woman wrapped in a bath towel and long hair covering her face had already walked half a room, away from the bedroom

The door is only four or five meters away, and the pace is accelerating.

Guo Mingxun roared angrily: "I'm grass!" He reached out and pulled the bedroom door hard, isolated Jia Jia inside, and then grabbed Jia Jia outside's scared little hand, "Haunted! Come with me!"

The two stumbled and ran in the dark corridor damaged by street lights.

At the same moment, Jia Jia inside hit the bedroom door and took a few steps back, still bent her body and tried to move forward again, blocking her vision through her long hair, and fumbled to grab the door handle, but it was very

It's hard to twist.

A series of difficult and faint voices came from her mouth: "Brother Xun... save me... something stuck me... can't move... save... help..."

The corridor was pitch black and the dirty windows only penetrated into the extremely faint moonlight.

"Damn, this street light will not be broken sooner or later, but at this time..." Guo Mingxun cursed, hitting the wall at the corner from time to time. Jia Jia didn't make any noise, let him hold his hand and follow him lightly.

In order to give himself courage in the darkness, Guo Mingxun continued to speak: "So coincidental, that ghost dresses like you. When you first arrived, how did it know that you would wear this outfit?"

Speaking of this, he stopped, and a cold body, and his hair stood up again.

That's the reason. If the real "ghost" who came just now and came at around 9 o'clock would be dressed like her? Only those who appeared late and imitated early, but it could not be the opposite!

"Jia Jia" didn't say anything, and her cold hands were still held in his palm.

"Jia Jia..." Guo Mingxun swallowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Your hands... are so cold..."

"My hand..." Jia Jia's voice came faintly, as if it was close to his ears, and seemed to come from the distant horizon.

Guo Mingxun screamed strangely, his calves became weak, and he threw away "Jia Jia" and ran forward desperately. This place was already the entrance of the stairs. He stepped over the air and then slid and rolled down the stairs.

"Jia Jia" sighed softly as if he was still following him: "My hand..."

The voice sounds very much like Jiang Yunan. Although Guo Mingxun can't remember exactly what Jiang Yunan should say normally, their only conversations are all scolding conflicts. At this time, he couldn't help but think about Jiang Yunan because of all the horrors tonight.

All signs point to Jiang Yunan, who was raped by him | Jiang Yunan who was killed and thrown away the body!

Guo Mingxun rolled and fell, and was furious and angry, yelling: "I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, you dare to come... Ouch!" Finally, he bumped into the third and second floors.

On the wall at the corner, the stars were flying in front of me, and the words behind were swallowed into my stomach.

Jiang Yunan's voice continued to come, and this time he changed the word: "My head...my...my head..."

Guo Mingxun heard her mention her head, and Jiang Yunan's skull was broken in his mind. When he turned around and peeked, he saw a hazy high school uniform standing at the top of the stairs in the hazy moonlight. His courage just now scattered suddenly.

I had to cry loudly, my crotch wet, and I rolled down to the second floor with my head in my arms. No matter how painful it was, it would be faster than fumbled on the stairs and climbed down the stairs.

"Body Guard! Bodyguard!" Guo Mingxun rushed to the first floor with a bruised face, and even his teeth were knocked off. However, the place where the lights were supposed to be on in the hall on the first floor was pitch black, and the bodyguard on duty was not moving at all.

"Fried buckets! These fried buckets!" Guo Mingxun shouted in a sharp voice, tremblingly touched the switch and pressed it. The crystal chandelier in the living room lit up, but there was no one under the light.

"Where is the person?" He stomped his feet and shouted in tears, then rushed to the gate, trying to escape from the small building, but the door handle seemed to have been welded to death and could not be twisted at all.

The sound of footsteps faintly sounded on the stairs, slow but clear, "Da, Da, Da..." gradually moved downward from the upper floor.

Guo Mingxun was almost crazy, shouting and kicking wildly on the door. Finally, he ran to the living room and picked up a chair and smashed it hard towards the door.

The chair was broken and the door handle fell off, so it was even more difficult to open the door.

The footsteps on the stairs are getting closer and closer.

Guo Mingxun roared and retreated, ran a few steps, and hit the door with his shoulder. He grinned his teeth in pain. The door shook and was still closed.

The footsteps had already gone down to the corner of the second floor, and were about to appear on the first floor. Guo Mingxun dared not look back and flew back. He tried his best to hit him, and if he failed this time, he would think it was suicide. Finally, the door "clicked"

"Don't break the door lock and suddenly opened it to both sides.

Guo Mingxun fell sideways out of the door, not caring about touching his pain, and climbing a few steps in his hands and feet before standing up, stumbled towards the yard gate. Fortunately, the last level was not difficult, and he pulled the metal latch away and rushed to the whole person

Into the night.

To the east of the house is Xiaonanzhuang. Mr. Wang wears his clothes and goes out as usual, patrolling the mature corn he is about to harvest. Suddenly, a naked man ran past him barefoot, holding his cell phone in one hand, dancing wildly with the other, roaring, "Ghost! Ghost!" Ghost.

ah!"

Uncle Wang shook his head. There are really ghosts in this world. Last time, there were ghosts who stole his corn. But if you say it, others won’t believe it. What if he does? He sympathizes with this scared young man, but unfortunately he can’t help.

The "ghost" who stole the corn of Mr. Wang, the leader of the Holy Sect of Light, who had awakened after five hundred years, was standing at the entrance of the three-story staircase of the small building.

Bai Peng showed a smug smile on his face. The technique of "consciousness control" was officially used for the first time in modern times, and the effect was even better than he expected. He himself was the second "Jia Jia" that Guo Mingxun saw, although he

I didn't wear a "white dress that exposed one-sided shoulders", but all of Guo Mingxun's sensory cognition was already under the absolute control of his consciousness field. The signals received by Guo Mingxun's eyes and ears were interfered by him when he sent them to the brain for processing.

Processing, that is, what Guo Mingxun will see and hear is all the same as his thoughts.

All the supernatural phenomena that Guo Mingxun encountered in the past two days were the hallucinations created by Bai Peng, such as mirrors and shadows, such as Jiang Yunan wearing sportswear; some were also very simple and real, such as those long hair, but Bai Peng took advantage of it.

The provider of long hair is reluctant to leave.

Bai Peng is not afraid of martial arts masters, not afraid of swords, guns, water and fire. He is most afraid of ghosts in his life. This will help him pretend to be a ghost and scare people, because he knows very well what people who are afraid of ghosts are most afraid of, and what are green faces, fangs, bloody mouths, and not scary.

The most terrifying thing is not visual stimulation, but the destruction of the spirit, and the horror atmosphere that penetrates into the bone marrow.

However, Guo Mingxun has been scared away now. Ma Chunwang and Zhang Qian drive outside to monitor and track their whereabouts. After Bai Peng's simple care, the nine bodyguards were paralyzed in the annexed building of the house. They will not be able to resume operations until tomorrow.

. In the darkness on the third floor of the main building, Bai Peng stood alone, thinking about how to deal with Jia Jia, and suddenly realized that he was gradually becoming scared.

Jiang Yunan was wearing sportswear and was still standing at the stairs. Since Guo Mingxun fell down, she has been looking down because Bai Peng no longer needed her to move.

However, as Bai Peng's mind changed, she was like a flame that had lost fuel support, which should have disappeared!

At this moment, Bai Peng suddenly felt a little dazed, not sure whether she was an illusion created by her consciousness or a real ghost?

He shivered, quickly closed his eyes, restrained the true energy of Li Meng's magical Technique, stopped all the fluctuations of the conscious control technique, and also canceled the turbulent rope that bound Jia Jia.

Jia Jia cried from the bedroom: "Brother Xun? Brother Xun? Is there anyone? Help!"

The similarity between Bai Peng and Guo Mingxun is that they don’t believe in ghosts in the world, but they are very afraid of ghosts. However, as the creator of Jiang Yunan’s “ghosts”, if they are scared by their own creations and shouted to escape, it would be a big joke. Fortunately,

When Bai Peng opened his eyes again, Jiang Yunan was gone. He felt relieved and breathed a long sigh. He walked along the dark corridor toward the bedroom, facing Jia Jia's crying. Regarding how to deal with this beautiful accomplice of Guo Mingxun,

He already has a plan.

After Bai Peng walked away, a shadow slowly moved out in the darkness of the storage room at the stairs. Jiang Yunan's pale face was illuminated by the moonlight again, and her eyes were empty to look at Bai Peng's back.

At this moment, Guo Mingxun sat naked in the grass by the roadside. Although it was midsummer, his whole body shook.

When encountering difficulties, the first thing is naturally to ask for help from parents with great powers.

However, my parents didn't believe in any "haunted" statement.

Guo Ping yelled on the phone: "Little bastard, your lunatic is pretending to cheat the court, not the one who cheats his parents! Don't talk nonsense to me, go back to the old house in Xiaonanzhuang honestly! No one is allowed to go anywhere! Otherwise I will call me

Broken your legs!”

Guo Mingxun dared not go back, but no matter what, his parents thought he was talking nonsense and made excuses to run away. In the end, he had no choice but to hang up and call another girlfriend Chen Xuan.

Shortly after the connection was connected, Chen Xuan's voice came: "Xunxun, is there anything wrong?"

Guo Mingxun wiped his tears, took three deep breaths, and said in a calm tone:

"Xuanxuan, get me a piece of men's clothes and drive me to pick me up. Xiaonanzhuang, in Xishan, I'll send you a location... I'm fine, nothing, just come. Also, help me here tomorrow

I’m picking up my bank card in the old house, and I don’t need anything else… Yes, I can’t go there myself… Don’t ask the reason, there’s a reason! Hurry up, I’ll wait for you!”

After the call with Xuanxuan, he thought about it and called Jiajia who was trapped in the "haunted house", but no one answered the answer there.

"Jia Jia..." Guo Mingxun determined that Jia Jia had been killed by a ghost. Although he had many girlfriends, Jia Jia was the most beloved one, so he hugged his cell phone and started crying again, "Jia Jia, it was me who killed you...

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In the room, Jia Jia didn't care about the continuous ringing of his phone, and his whole body shrank into a ball at the head of the bed, and his face was already full of tears.

Bai Peng stood at the door and stared at Jia Jia in a gloomy way.

"Help, help..." Jia Jia tightened the bath towel wrapped around her body, buried her head in her arms and did not dare to look at him. The cry for help became weaker and weaker, and she cried.

Bai Peng stretched out his hand and waved lightly, "turbulent magic rope", or "microgravity field", pulled Jia Jia into the air and levited vertically, floated across the entire bedroom, and came to Bai Peng. Her face was also forced by invisible force.

He lifted up and looked directly at Bai Peng, but his limbs were unable to move and they were soft and hung down.

"Give me your life! Great Immortal!" Jia Jia knew that Bai Peng was not a "human", but she didn't know how to properly call a ghost and god, so she had to respectfully call her "Great Immortal".
To be continued...