Thinking of this, I ran towards Dabai Building without hesitation.

As a result, before I could reach the place, I saw some people gathered around the Dabai Building far away, but no one dared to come forward. They were all watching the excitement from a distance.

I rushed over in two or three steps, pushed aside the crowd, and saw that there was indeed a man lying on his back in the square of the big white building in front of me, with a pool of blood on the ground.

Although this person was lying on his stomach and couldn't see his face, I recognized him just by looking at his figure and clothes. It was the person named Dalong!

I ran over without saying a word, and when I came closer, I saw that he was lying there motionless, and the blood around him had long solidified.

At that time, my head was buzzing, and all kinds of unspeakable emotions came to my heart. Then I immediately picked up my mobile phone and called, trying to call the emergency department.

After a few words, I hung up the phone, squatted down weakly, and called him twice.

But there was no response. He lay there motionless, his whole body stiff.

In fact, I also know that calling the emergency call is useless. His blood has frozen to ice. He may have been lying here for several hours and he would have died long ago.

I felt so damn uncomfortable at that moment, even though I had finally persuaded him yesterday, and he agreed to go home for the New Year, and then start over again when the spring flowers bloom.

But just one night later, he jumped to his death.

What could be more cruel than this?

A person has lost faith in life and has fallen to the point of being a thief. I tried my best to make him have hope in life, but this is the result?

I looked up at the ghost building in front of me and clenched my fists. I felt indescribable and very sad.

When we separated yesterday, I specifically asked him not to live here anymore and gave him a few hundred dollars.

It seems that he was reluctant to spend money and still stayed here for one night, so something happened.

But this shouldn't be the case. He had been living here for several days and was fine. Why did he jump off the building at this time?

I looked at the people watching again. Everyone was far away, with various expressions on their faces, but no one wanted to come up and help.

Perhaps seeing me looking up, a man in his forties came out of the crowd, walked over to me cautiously, and said to me, "Do you know this guy?"

I nodded, then shook my head: "It doesn't count as acquaintance. We met yesterday and had a meal."

The eldest brother looked nervous: "I called the police just now. Let me tell you, the police will come later. You have to be careful. You can't say these things casually. Do you understand?"

Of course I understood what he meant. This person jumped off a building today. The only person he saw yesterday was me. I must be the key target of the investigation and will need to take notes.

But I'm not afraid of anything. I'm not a murderer. He jumped off the building by himself. Besides, I'm still a victim. He even stole my wallet.

However, you really need to be cautious with these words, as you may get yourself into a trap if you are not careful.

At this time, someone came over and said to me: "It's useless to call 120. The person has already died. He was lying here at five o'clock this morning. Someone got up early to take a walk and saw him."

I asked in confusion: "Since someone saw it at five o'clock in the morning, why didn't anyone call the police or call 120?"

The man said: "We don't know about that. Maybe we don't want to meddle in other people's business. Besides, trouble has always happened in this place before. Who dares to get involved here?"

This is true, but in this winter, someone jumped off a building and lay in a pool of blood, and no one paid attention to him for several hours.

This human heart is really colder than this winter.

I waited for a while, but I didn't see the police car or 120 emergency services coming. I knew in my heart that the person was already dead and it was impossible to save him.

But I must go in and see what’s going on with this harmful ghost building.

Thinking of this, I was about to walk into the ghost building with my bag on my back, and my elder brother called me behind me.

"Hey, brother, go ahead. You can't enter this building. You'll die if you don't look at it?"

"It's okay. If I die too, please, brother, just call the police for me!"

After saying that, I walked into the ghost building without looking back.

This time I was really angry. I had only heard that people were killed in ghost buildings before, and I didn’t feel much about it. But for such a living human life, I had dinner and chatted with him yesterday, and I patiently persuaded him for so long.

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To be honest, few people can be so patient and kind to a thief who steals their wallet.

As a result, all my hard work was in vain and I jumped off the building.

So today I have to find out what is going on in this building and why it is so harmful!

Others dare not come, but I dare!

Others can't control it, I do!

With a sigh of relief, I went straight to the third floor, the room where I met Da Long yesterday.

The door was still broken and opened with a slight pull. Then I held my breath and crept in.

The light in the house is very dark, because the layout of this old house is a dark hall, and only the bedroom on the sunny side can let in the sunlight.

After I came in, I got used to it for a while, and then I felt my body and face gradually start to feel warm.

This was a sign that the immortals were protecting themselves. I felt a little more at ease and started walking around the house.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room. Wedding photos are hung on the walls. The hero and heroine are cuddling together. They look ordinary, but they look very happy.

There is also a group photo placed on the TV cabinet, which is also a man and a woman, with an additional child in the middle. The family of three is laughing very happily.

Actually, I'm a little surprised, because even if I move, these things should be moved away, but looking at the furnishings in the house, it seems like nothing has been moved.

It seemed as if something happened to this family of three, and they left home together.

Thinking of this, the story the hotel owner told me suddenly flashed in my mind.

In that family of three, the woman went crazy in the middle of the night and hacked her husband and children to death with a kitchen knife. She also committed suicide in the detention center.

This... this house, couldn't be his home, right?

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I felt a chill on my back, as if a cold wind was blowing by.

It also seemed like there was someone behind me secretly staring at me.

I quickly turned around, but there was nothing behind me.

Almost at the same time, another child's laughter appeared in my mind.

"Hehehehehe..."

I looked back again, and there was still nothing, but this time the hairs all over my body stood up.

I'm not sure whether the laughter just now was real or just made up in my head, but fortunately, the laughter only appeared once and then never happened again.

This grandma's, giving birth to a baby is not called giving birth, it's scary!
Chapter completed!