I entered the apartment building with some staggering steps. Although I felt a little better after vomiting just now, the swelling and pain in my head still didn't relieve much, so I climbed the stairs feeling dizzy.

When I came to the corridor, I felt a little weird.

Looking at the messy graffiti on the floor, walls and ceiling of the corridor, I felt a little different. At the same time, I also felt that the corridor was cold, and I could faintly hear some angry roars, and I didn’t know where they came from.

Come.

I didn't think much about it, and stumbled forward in a daze. As soon as I passed the first door, there was a soft sound from the door, and then the door opened.

A pale, bald, middle-aged man with cold eyes looked at me extremely unfriendly.

I was slightly stunned. Isn’t the Ninth Sister Black Widow living in 501?

Why did a strange bald man come out of it? Could he be Ninth Sister's concubine?

No, Uncle Huang said that no outsiders are allowed in the apartment building. Even if Ninth Sister wants to find a concubine, she shouldn't bring her into the apartment building.

Drunkness is harmful to both the body and the brain. As soon as such doubts arose in my mind, I felt a splitting headache and couldn't help but cover my head and groan.

At the same time, drunk people tend to have bad tempers. It is very reasonable to say that drunk people make others bold. People who are usually honest and kind will often do outrageous things once they are drunk.

My wine taste is pretty good, at least I won't cause trouble when I'm drunk, but at this time I couldn't help but feel a little angry. After all, this pale middle-aged man always looked at me with cold and unfriendly eyes. It felt like

It's like I dug up his ancestral grave.

"What are you looking at? Look at your dad!"

I glared at him fiercely, as if I was going to have a fight if I wasn't happy with him!

The bald man raised his eyebrows and took a step forward to walk out of the room. He seemed to be stimulated by my words and really wanted to fight with me.

At this moment, a burst of warmth came from my neck, and the sapphire longevity lock I wore around my neck seemed to flash a faint green light.

At the same time, the bald man's body trembled, and the steps he was about to take out of the room stopped in mid-air. His pale face showed a look of struggle. Finally, after giving me a fierce look, he turned the step out.

The big leg of the door retracted and the door was closed firmly.

I spat at the door of his room. After swearing a few words under the influence of alcohol, I staggered to the door of the room and took out the key from my pocket.

The mottled key was inserted into the keyhole, and the door could not be opened several times. Fueled by alcohol, I kicked the door hard several times in anger.

At this moment, a cool breeze seemed to blow in the corridor, and the faintly angry roar became clearer.

"Call you mom!"

I was drunk and yelled loudly in the corridor: "Is there a death in the family? If you keep yelling and screaming, I will destroy you!"

After I yelled and cursed, the angry roar seemed to stop instantly, and at the same time, the door in front of me also opened.

No matter what, I have to fix this broken door lock tomorrow!

After I opened the door and entered the house, although I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, I couldn't care less about it at this time. I went directly to the sofa in the living room and lay down, and fell asleep not long after.

In my sleep, I dreamed about many people.

The ninth sister, the ugly girl, and the neighbors below the old woman all looked at me with strange eyes, shocked and a little disbelieving.

Rather than looking at me, they were looking at the place behind me. There seemed to be something standing behind me in the dream that made them feel fear and awe.

In my dream, I heard a gentle call and heard a gentle conversation between a man and a woman behind me.

"Jiang Yang, our child's name is Jiang Yang!"

"Others ask for a son like a dragon, but I ask for a child to be safe and happy throughout his life..."

"Can these things we leave for our children help him survive three disasters and six disasters smoothly?"

"Everything that needs to be done has been done. What will happen in the future depends on the fate of this child!"

"The people in Shangjing will not let him go. If something happens to our child..."

"Then everyone in Beijing who plots against our children will die. At that time, I won't mind completely letting go of all the restrictions in that apartment building, no matter how miserable the lives are..."

…

In the dream, I wanted to look back at them to see what my parents were like, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't turn my head to look behind me. In the dream, I couldn't move my body or speak.

Unable to speak, I could only helplessly listen to my parents' gentle yet murderous words.

I don’t know how long it took, but in my dream I clearly felt someone holding my shoulder behind me, and then a soft and friendly voice sounded behind me.

"It's not yet time, wait for the above secrets, many secrets, you will know sooner or later, don't worry, your father and I will wait until the day when our family is reunited!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a gentle push from the hand behind me in my dream. I instantly felt like I was falling, as if I was pushed off a high platform.

Immediately afterwards, I woke up from my dream!

My face was wet, as if I had cried a lot in my dream, and my eyes were a little red and swollen.

At this time, I was lying in the blue coffin in the bedroom, and the sky outside was already dark. The dirty shroud I wore on my body at an unknown time seemed to have reduced the blood stains a lot, and I didn’t know.

What's going on? Judging from this situation, it is estimated that this shroud will eventually become as new as ever!

However, I had an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling in my heart. I used to hate this dirty shroud, but when I noticed that the blood stains on the shroud were gradually fading, I felt a strange feeling.

The feeling of reluctance...

Is there something psychologically wrong with me?

Without dwelling on this issue, I thought back to the scene where I was sent back by Zhang Kang after I was drunk yesterday afternoon, and what happened after entering the apartment building, and my face gradually became weird.

The fragmented memory fragments give me a very painful feeling.

I climbed the stairs feeling dizzy yesterday afternoon. Did I go to the wrong floor?

It’s true that I woke up from 505 this morning, but the room I entered drunkenly yesterday afternoon was definitely not my own room. When I thought of this, I felt a little chill on my back, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sweat on my forehead.

of cold sweat.

Whose room did I enter yesterday?


Chapter completed!