I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"Thief?"

Lu Jian didn't rush to the door.

Instead, he called He Youwu to call the police.

It's already night now, if the opponent has any weapons, Lu Jian feels that as an ordinary citizen, it will be difficult for him to fight against him, so it is better not to be brave at this time, just go to the police uncle honestly.

"What's the matter? Didn't you go to collect materials?"

He Youwu's voice sounded impatient, as if now was not the time for him to be on duty.

"After collecting the materials, I found a penny on the side of the road."

Lu Jian replied smoothly.

"?"

He Youwu seriously wondered if Lu Jian was teasing him.

"Also, there may be thieves invading my house, and I'm at the door now."

"Thief?"

He Youwu, who was still a little irritable, suddenly tensed up.

Apart from the computer that cannot mine, what other valuable things does Lu Yi have at home? Stealing is not stealing his house!

I'm afraid it's not a thief, but...

"Serial murderer?"

He Youwu said vigilantly, and hurriedly talked to Lu Jian.

"Don't act rashly. The other party may be dangerous. We will send someone immediately. If he leaves, don't stop him, just remember his characteristics."

"I see."

Lu Jian responded, hung up the phone, and glanced at the hazy figure around him again.

"You watch here, I'll go from the other side."

He then came to the safe passage.

The window here leads to the outside, Lu Jian thought for a while, and climbed out directly.

The thirteenth floor is quite high, but he is agile,

Soon, he followed the edge of the wall to the outside of his window.

Luckily, he didn't have the habit of locking windows, so he pushed open the window in the living room, and Lu stumbled directly into the room.

There was no one in the room, as if someone had come in.

He walked lightly and looked around.

"The bathroom? Or the bedroom?"

Lu Juan guessed where the other party might be hiding. After thinking for a moment, Lu Juan walked towards the bathroom.

...

fifteen minutes ago.

He came to a downstairs in the community.

"It's here."

he muttered to himself.

This is the residence of his target this time.

To be honest, he didn't like this unfolding.

For him, killing is not a means, but an end.

After awakening this hobby many years ago, he regarded killing as a hobby like watching movies or playing games.

When you are addicted, you will keep killing people, just like you can't stop playing games.

But he doesn't like what he's doing now.

Because now he wants to kill, not because he wants to kill, but because he has to kill this person.

The man had seen his own face and connected himself to those previous cases.

His years of hiding were exposed, and such anger made him have to kill this man.

I heard that this person is still an Internet celebrity, which is a pity.

He checked his gloves, the knife in his pocket, it was his partner.

Of course, he knew very well that the police might use this man as a bait and trap to catch him, but he couldn't hold back his anger. If he couldn't kill this man immediately, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

Very smoothly, he unlocked the door and entered the house.

He observed the man's work and rest pattern for a long time, and knew that the man had just left home for dinner and would not be back in a short time.

He was going to hide in the closet, and when the man was caught off guard, he would kill, decompose, arrange and display it, just like those who died under his own hands before.

After seeing that many years ago, he felt that the past twenty years of his life had been wasted.

Obviously a more real world is so within reach, but I still sink into hypocritical interpersonal relationships, what a waste!

He closed the door as if it had never been opened, and walked lightly across the living room towards the bedroom.

bang——

Suddenly, when he passed the bathroom, there was a sound from there.

Instantly alert, he reached for the jackknife in his pocket.

"Is there anyone else?"

He remembered that this man sometimes had a woman beside him, who lived in the same community, and looked like a couple. Could it be that woman is at home now?

He looks towards the bathroom.

On the ground, a bottle of shampoo was still shaking slightly, as if it had just fallen off the shelf.

He stood at the door to confirm that there was no one else in the kitchen, bathroom, or bedroom.

Indeed no one else.

"Blown by the wind?"

He walked into the bathroom, bent down, and was about to pick up the bottle of shampoo.

At this moment, he suddenly saw an eye staring at him next to the shampoo, in the floor drain of the bathroom.

thump——

The heartbeat missed half a beat, he blinked, and the eyeball seemed to disappear again.

He looked carefully towards the drain, only to find some wet women's hair nearby.

"An illusion?"

He put the shampoo back on the shelf and turned to leave.

But when he turned his head for a moment, he saw that there seemed to be something extra in the mirror in the bathroom.

He stopped.

Slowly, slowly, turn to look in the mirror.

The mirror is reflecting his own appearance, exactly the same.

He was slightly relieved.

In the mirror, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a gloomy smile.

"!!!"

He took half a step back and rubbed his eyes.

It was still himself in the mirror, his movements were exactly the same, where did the smile come from.

"Evil door..."

He muttered something, walked out of the bathroom, and stepped into the bedroom.

The curtains were half-closed in the bedroom, and the lights from the opposite building shone in, which was fairly bright.

He opened the wardrobe door, glanced at it, and hurried in.

Closing the door, he felt himself in darkness.

At this time, he had some hindsight.

"Is there something in the closet when I closed the closet door just now?"

He felt his heart beat a little faster.

He never believed in ghosts and gods.

If there were ghosts, those who were killed by him would have come to take revenge not long ago?

If I am fine now, it means that there are no ghosts in this world.

He explained himself.

Then, I saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the closet, close to my face.

The eyes were a little yellow, and the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, looking hideous and terrifying.

"!!!"

He subconsciously pushed open the cabinet door, jumped out stumbled, and fell to the ground.

Looking back, there was nothing in the closet except clothes.

"Is it an illusion?"

He turned his head, facing directly under the bed.

He saw that under the bed, there was a funny doll, slowly raising its head in the deep shadows, showing a weird smile, the eyes of heavy make-up were full of resentment, making people tremble.

"Fuck!"

Unable to resist swearing, he immediately got up and wanted to leave the bedroom.

But a hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his trouser leg.

"Evil door! Evil door! Evil door!"

He cursed a few words, shook his hand away, and hurried to the door.

This house is so wicked! ! !

He decided to give up this murder plan and wanted to leave the haunted house immediately.

But just as he unscrewed the doorknob, before he had time to push the door, he felt something pressing down on his shoulder.

Turning around subconsciously, when he saw that thing, his voice was stuck in his throat, and before he could utter it, he was dragged back by some force.

Only the door is left open, waiting for its master.

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