When he walked into the apartment building, Tang Liu turned to look at the security booth, his face full of confusion and he was muttering something unknown.

When he arrived at the door of room 505 on the fifth floor, Tang Liu didn't dare to enter my room even if I asked him to because of Uncle Huang's previous warning.

I took out a few sticks of corpse oil wax and a few bottles of bloody black paint from the bedroom, and handed them to Tang Liu who was waiting outside the door. Tang Liu's eyes were shining and he patted his chest and promised me that he would definitely use these pieces tonight.

Things are sold at a good price.

"Old Biao, that..."

Tang Liu glanced at the piece of paper in my hand, with a strange expression on his face, and said vaguely: "Although Uncle Huang said that he can ask the neighbors below the fifth floor for help, if there is nothing serious, it is best not to disturb them.

Oh, it’s not a good idea to owe favors! Anyway, if you have any trouble in the future, just think of me as the first cousin. If we brothers can’t solve it, it’s not too late to ask these neighbors for help!”

Tang Liu obviously meant something in his words!

However, this guy didn't explain much. He took a few sticks of corpse oil wax and a few bottles of blood-black paint and left in a hurry. I don't know where he went to sell these things.

I sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the information on the paper about the neighbors below the fifth floor with some curiosity. The more I read, the weirder I felt.

This apartment building has nine floors, with only nine units on each floor!

The information on the neighbors below the fifth floor is detailed, and even involves multiple industries, including lawyers, teachers, couriers, taxi drivers...

However, the more detailed this information is, the weirder I feel.

If you look at the information on this piece of paper, the neighbors below the fifth floor are too normal!

Don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about the ugly little girl in room 504 next to me. The description on this paper is that she was a poor child who was abandoned since she was a child. She lacked father's love and mother's love since she was a child. She had a withdrawn personality and was adopted by a butcher.

Because the butcher was drunk from time to time, he would often beat her. In the eyes of others, this was abuse, but in the eyes of the ugly little girl, it was a manifestation of her father's love, and she always enjoyed it.

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Isn’t it a bit too nonsense?

Whether it was the weird behavior of the ugly little girl crawling freely on the ceiling like a gecko last night, or the scene I dreamed about in her room last night, it shows that this little girl is not a normal person at all, even

I don’t even know if she is a human being, and the piece of paper that Uncle Huang gave me did not mention anything about that ugly girl’s weirdness.

Also, the ninth sister of the Black Widow in 501 has some problems with the information she describes. She says that her husband died and she has always been depressed. She goes out to do odd jobs every night to earn money to support herself. This is both pitiful and inspirational.

A great modern independent woman who has stood up to the cruel oppression of life and set an example. If Tang Liu hadn't briefly mentioned to me the horror of this Black Widow Ninth Sister, I would have believed the description on this piece of paper.

What does Uncle Huang mean by compiling this information about the neighbors? Deliberately misleading me?

After reading the information on this piece of paper, I threw it directly on the coffee table, didn't think much about it, washed up and prepared to lie down in the coffin to rest.

And just when I finished washing, there was a gentle knock on the door.

My heart skipped a beat. It's past half o'clock in the evening. Who is outside?

I carefully looked outside through the peephole. There was no light in the dark corridor, but with the dim moonlight, I could see a small figure standing at the door of my room. It was the ugly little girl next door.

Although I was a little nervous, I no longer had the frightening feeling I had last night. Could it be that my thick nerves have become accustomed to it?

I didn't want to pay attention, but after hesitating for a while, I still opened the door!

They are all neighbors, so it’s not good to avoid them all the time. Besides, it’s not yet midnight yet, so there shouldn’t be any problems!

Of course, the main reason that gave me the courage to open the door was the sapphire longevity lock I wore around my neck!

Although I don't know what effect this thing has, the old cripple with a hunchback suffered a big loss from it today, which makes me more confident in the protective effect of this jade immortal lock.

The moment I opened the door, I still gasped slightly when I saw the ugly little girl wearing a dirty long dress at the door.

This girl's little face is full of scars. She doesn't even need to put on makeup at night to scare the faint of heart!

At this time, she looked at me timidly, her big eyes full of fear and nervousness, and she looked at me as if she were looking at some monster, which made me speechless.

"What's the matter?" I asked cautiously.

The little girl curled her mouth, showing a very aggrieved expression, and took out her rag doll from behind. To be precise, it was a rag doll with a separate head and body.

After looking at the rag doll that had been torn in half, my pupils couldn't help shrinking because the position where the rag doll was torn was exactly the same as in my dream last night.

So, what happened to me in the dream last night?

Could it be that, like that damn fat guy Tang Liu, I also have a split personality?

I shook my head and hurriedly threw this terrible thought out of my mind. I looked at the poor ugly girl in front of me with strange eyes, and the corners of my mouth twitched and asked: "Do you want me to buy you another one? Can you do it tomorrow? Today.

It's too late, I need to rest..."

Before she finished speaking, the ugly girl said with a cry: "Brother, I don't want new ones, I just want this one, can you sew it up for me?"

This request is really a bit difficult for me!

Although I have learned some needlework since I was a child, and I sewed my grandfather's and my clothes occasionally when they were torn, but now I don't have any needlework, how can I help this ugly girl?

This ugly girl was crying in front of my room, looking like she wouldn't give up until I sewed it up for her, which really made me feel dizzy.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of something. The neighbor in room 507 next to Tang Liu seemed to be a tailor, at least that was the information recorded on the piece of paper that Uncle Huang gave me!


Chapter completed!