While opening the door, turn the pipe valve on the wall with your left hand, and then turn on the gas light switch.

Doudou~bang~

The flames ignited in the lantern-shaped glass lampshade, dispelling the darkness in the house.

"Aunt Zhao, what's wrong?"

Looking at the panicked woman and Xiao Wanhua with tears on her face, Lu Jiu turned her eyes to the corridor while asking.

Because the door is opened, the light inside the house can barely illuminate part of the corridor.

Uncle Zhao, who had only seen him in the evening, was standing in the middle of the corridor. His lower body, wearing only a pair of shorts, was exposed to the light, and his upper body was still immersed in the shadows.

His hands were hanging down beside him, and a bright kitchen knife was held in his right hand!

"Wanhua saw him get up at night and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife... The same is true for Lao Yu's family. She suddenly had hysteria in the middle of the night... Why didn't your Uncle Zhao move? Is it better for hysteria?"

The frightened woman hid her daughter behind the door, and only showed her half of her face, saying intermittently what she knew. Seeing her husband suddenly stopping, she couldn't help but worry about him.

"Uncle Zhao?Uncle Zhao?"

He shouted twice in a tentative manner, but received no response. The middle-aged man stood still as if he was a power-off machine.

The eyes were on the kitchen knife in Uncle Zhao's hand. If it were someone else, closing the door would undoubtedly be the safest way.

However, the other party was Uncle Zhao, perhaps because he inherited some of the original memory, his gratitude to this family also had some impact on Lu Jiu now, making him subconsciously think in the direction of the former.

"Stop moving with Wanhua. I'll find a way to remove the knife from Uncle Zhao's hand first."

No matter what, the kitchen knife was too dangerous. Lu Jiu first explained, and then approached Uncle Zhao carefully.

Both sides were only a few steps away. After Lu Jiu took two steps forward, he could see Uncle Zhao's face clearly. His eyes were closed tightly and his expression was calm.

Rather than saying "hysteria", it is sleepwalking?

Lu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Sleepwalking people are better than those with hysteria. He stared at the knife in Uncle Zhao's hand and was ready to remove the danger first.

Ga~ga~

Just as Lu Jiu reached out his hand, crows cried out again outside the corridor.

The previous irritability emerged again. Before Lu Jiu could suppress them, the middle-aged man who was originally still suddenly opened his eyes!

"careful......"

The woman behind the door saw her husband raise the kitchen knife and chop it up on Lu Jiu's head, screaming with a pale face, and then stopped abruptly halfway.

When she saw Lu Jiu, who was originally bent down to grab the knife, she looked like her head had eyes. Not only did she dodge the chopping sideways the moment the blade fell, but she also strangled her husband's wrist holding the knife at an extremely fast speed and forced him to the ground.

In a panic, the woman did not remember that her husband was a worker in a craftsman factory. She had been working hard for several years. It was impossible for ordinary men to suppress him in terms of strength!

In fact, it was not only a woman, but Lu Jiu was also panicked at this time, not because of the fear of escaping from death, but just now when Uncle Zhao swung his knife, he felt that the other party was extremely slow and he could dodge easily. While limiting the latter, he even had a lot of spare energy.

If he wants to, it would be no problem to just twist the arm off!

"Look for... do you have any ropes at home? I think it's better to limit Uncle Zhao's actions first."

Originally, he wanted to find a rope, but suddenly realized that there was a bamboo tube in his cabinet that had not been disposed of, so Lu Jiu had to change his words.

"I'll get it now!"

Seeing that her husband was subdued by Lu Jiu, the woman hurriedly trotted through the corridor. Not long after, she took a hemp rope and tied the struggling man tightly with Lu Jiu's help.

He carried the person into the inner room and specially found a clean clothes to stuff his mouth to prevent him from hurting him. Then Lu Jiu closed the door and returned to the living room.

"I remember Uncle Zhao never had hysteria?"

Compared to the woman's discomfort, Lu Jiu was undoubtedly much calmer. He recalled everything that happened just now, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and then asked,

"Aunt, when Uncle Zhao had a mental problem, did you hear the crow screaming?"

"I heard it. I wasn't asleep when Dad got up at night."

Before Aunt Zhao could speak, Wanhua next to her suddenly spoke.

"Is there anything to do with your Uncle Zhao's hysteria?"

Noticed Lu Jiu's solemn expression, the woman asked hesitantly.

"I remember right, when Uncle Zhao suddenly raised his knife in the corridor, there were crows screaming... In short, the clinic is closed now. Even if you want to see a doctor, you have to wait for tomorrow morning. I'm still idle, so I'll go upstairs to take a look."

Although he thought this guess was a bit ridiculous like Aunt Zhao, Lu Jiu did pay attention to the two emotional changes in his house and the corridor before.

Based on his own special circumstances, Lu Jiu is already skeptical about whether this world is an ordinary world.

It may be a coincidence, but he and Uncle Zhao had problems one after another. If he still couldn't notice the trick, he could only say that he deserved to suffer this.

Backing back to the corridor, Lu Jiu bent down and picked up the kitchen knife on the ground and walked up the stairs on one side.

This apartment has only three floors in total, and Lu Jiu’s residence is on the top floor. Along the way is the roof. The crows I heard before came from there.

Bang! Bang!

Halfway through the journey, the faint sound of explosions from the rooftop made Lu Jiu stop.

It seems to be gunfire, and the distance is not far.

The sudden gunshot made Lu Jiu hesitate a little. He waited on the spot for a while, but no longer the gunshots sounded. He still planned to go up and take a look.

Pushing open the rooftop door, Lu Jiu's gaze first glanced at the direction where the gunshots were heard before, and he noticed nothing. He stayed in the brightly lit factory area in the distance for a few seconds. The starry sky was covered by the mist rising in it, and the arms more than ten meters high were still operating, making a rumble.

Retracted his gaze and patrol around the roof.

Compared with the ancient buildings I remember, the roof of this house is not a simple triangular body, but a narrower ladder on the upper level.

The reason is very simple. Not only does it require a living water tank, but it also needs to be placed here for high-rise residents to dry clothes or something else. The triangular structure in the past is naturally not useful.

In order to get around the bamboo plaque full of pickled vegetables and the brackets hanging with several salted fish in front of him, Lu Jiu had to walk along the tiles.

After walking around the roof, he found nothing but the fishy smell of fish oil. Lu Jiu never heard the crow crow cried again.

Maybe it has already flew away?

With this idea, Lu Jiu turned around and went downstairs, but as soon as he returned to the third floor, he heard Uncle Zhao's voice coming from the house.

After noticing that Lu Jiu appeared, Aunt Zhao hurriedly welcomed him in and thanked him repeatedly.

"Uncle Zhao, don't blame yourself for now. This hysteria is probably not because of illness... Think carefully, has there been something strange happening recently?"

Lu Jiu looked at the middle-aged man who blamed himself for almost hurting his wife and daughter, and asked on his own initiative.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the crow's screams, but he didn't know how to explain it to the two elders for a while. After all, this fact is incredible and he could only ask around the bush.

"What happened to Lao Yu's family!"

As if he suddenly realized something, Uncle Zhao suddenly looked up at his wife.

"A Jing, do you remember that Lao Yu suddenly had hysteria at night and took a hammer that usually does work..."

Uncle Zhao didn't finish his words, but his face turned pale when he seemed very scared, so that Lu Jiu could guess what happened in the "Lao Yu family".

"You mean the same thing happened in that elder's home as today?"

Capturing the key information revealed in Uncle Zhao's words, Lu Jiu felt that this matter was not simple, and then said,

"Uncle Zhao, it's not the time to hide it now. It's related to the safety of aunt and Xiao Wanhua. You have to tell me what happened!"

"I, I also heard from several workers that Lao Yu went home two days ago. Late that night, he had hysteria and took a hammer and smashed it in the house. He woke up the residents next to him. When they came to the door, he found that Lao Yu's wife and children were killed by him and he also smashed his head into pieces."

Retelling the rumors he had heard, Uncle Zhao suddenly looked up and grabbed Lu Jiu's hand, and said in a muffled voice,

"Or it's better to report to the official."

For ordinary people, when encountering such a thing, their first reaction is naturally to report to the official.

"Report to the official...Uncle Zhao, in the current situation, is it really useful to report to the official?"

Lu Jiu's first reaction to Uncle Zhao's decision to report to the official was to agree, but he immediately realized a serious problem.

My former job was in a newspaper and I also had some understanding of the government's way of handling such incidents.

What happened tonight seemed to be that Uncle Zhao almost hurt his wife and daughter when he was hysterical. They had no evidence to prove that it was a crow's problem.

Forced reporting to the official can only be two kinds of endings.

Uncle Zhao was temporarily detained by the Inspection Department or was simply sent to a clinic in Qingding City for diagnosis and treatment, and both of these situations will lead to an inevitable result.

That is to make Uncle Zhao lose his job.

No factory will ask for a worker who has mental problems and almost hurts his family!

"Uncle, aunt, don't worry. Since Uncle Zhao is fine today, why not wait until tomorrow, go to the clinic to see it privately and treat it if you are sick. If there is something wrong, it will not be too late to discuss what to do when you come back."

After a brief thought, Lu Jiu decided to appease the two elders first, and then said,

"I'm back now and I'll definitely go to the newspaper tomorrow. I'll ask someone to ask about this."

Lu Jiu's idea is very simple. It may be even more difficult to figure it out by relying on him and Uncle Zhao's family alone.

At present, the newspaper officials are not a good idea, so they have to seek help from other aspects. The newspaper must be very interested in this type of news.

Besides, Lu Jiu originally planned to go to the newspaper to try to restore the part of his missing memory and understand what he had suffered to become like this now.

Helping Uncle Zhao's family with the best of their ability is worthy of the beef jerky they specially brought for themselves.

Without staying at Uncle Zhao's house for a long time, Lu Jiu returned to his residence.

Close the door, pressing against the cold door panel, he took deep breaths, and took off the calming mask that he barely wore in front of Uncle Zhao's family in order not to reveal his legs.

The blood in the bamboo tube is no longer beating, and now it is combined with the powerful ability shown in this moment of life and death.

What exactly happened to me?

Trying to calm himself down, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the cabinet where the bamboo tube was hidden before. Almost subconsciously, Lu Jiu got up and quickly walked over and took it out again.

As soon as the strong bloody smell appeared, Lu Jiu noticed a sense of urgency and his body was reminding him to take the blood.

Release the lid again and can't wait to take a sip.

The effect is immediate!

Not only was the chaotic spirit quickly calming down, but the faint feeling of fatigue in the body after a while of exercise was quickly subsided.

This made Lu Jiu realize that the blood he drank now could provide energy for his body more than the beef jerky I just ate, and it was also an irreplaceable energy!

Holding the bamboo tube and swaying gently in his ears, only half of the remaining blood was left. Lu Jiu resisted the desire to drink them all and stuffed the bamboo tube back into the closet.

This is a key item for him to unlock his own secrets. Now he drinks it up to the sky, but he feels so happy, but he ends up cutting off clues. Lu Jiu doesn't do such a stupid thing.

I walked around the bed and walked into the bathroom, scooped two handfuls of water and threw it on my face. I was not satisfied, so I simply stuffed my head under the faucet and rinsed it thoroughly.

When he raised his head again, water droplets slashed across his cheeks and dripped on his chin. Lu Jiu looked at the young man in the mirror, with a pale and thin face, and his facial features were quite handsome. His eyebrows were round at the head and tail, not sharp. No matter how you look at it, they belonged to the kind type.

Only those eyes, the black pupils, were faintly illuminated by strange light.

If he stared at him for a long time, even Lu Jiu would feel a little cold on his back.
Chapter completed!