Take out the key from under the blanket, open the door, Lu Li put the key back under the blanket, and push the door back to the detective agency.

An unexpected charred figure stood behind the door, tied an apron, and bowed to salute.

Kong Nanqing, who had been lying in the bed for a long time, actually got off the bed.

Its red eyes flashed, and the charred face with no emotion appeared shyness, and a rough and hoarse voice sounded: "Are you back? Do you want to have a meal first or-"

Her fingers were tangled together, shaking her body.

"First~eat~me~"

"Eat first." Lu Li answered decisively.

"That's right. I'll be exhausted when I'm busy for a day. I'll replenish my energy first and then..." Kong Nanqing pointed his fingers at his lips, let out a brake-like chuckle, hooked his fingers behind him, walked back to the kitchen door, and got into it.

Lu Li's eyes moved and fell on the oil painting on the sofa.

Dracula did not appear in the frame.

"What's wrong with her?"

Lu Li couldn't remember where he put contraband in the detective agency that could stimulate hormones.

Dracula's figure walked out from the corner of the portrait: "Who knows, a good guy cleans up the house early in the morning, and doesn't let anyone rest at all. He wears an apron and doesn't let me see it. He has to call me sister-in-law. Brother, is this like my sister-in-law?"

Without answering, Lu Li walked to the coffee table and put down the canned bottle.

Dracula walked into the portrait and stared at the bloody tentacles poking around in the can: "Brother, what's the thing inside?"

“Ornamental.”

The blood-colored tentacles were still active, and they tirelessly tried to rush out of the can.

"Look at it, don't let it come out."

Lu Li walked out the door and wanted to make a phone call, a phone call that no one else could hear.

Bang.

A few seconds after the door closed sound, Kong Nanqing came out of the kitchen: "Where is Lu Li?"

"Bah... we don't know, we dare not ask." Dracula spitted into his palm, applied it on his hair and stroked it into a greasy back, showing the noble figure.

Kong Nanqing walked out of the kitchen in confusion, and her red eyes flashed as her eyes fell on the canned bottle on the coffee table.

She was worried that she would not show off her skills if she lacked ingredients.

Dracula realized something and hurriedly called: "Sister, it looks like an ornamental inside, I'm looking at it!"

Kong Nan narrowed his red eyes and his fierce aura targeted Xiang Oil Painting.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..." Dracula said with a trembling and flattering smile, nodding and bowing: "You are the hostess, and the things in the house are yours. You can do whatever you want."

"If you don't be a family, you don't know how expensive it is. How can I not know? But you can't let your boyfriend be hungry if you don't have food at home, right?" Kong Nanqing only showed her warm side when facing Lu Li. She has always had a strong aura of evil spirits like Dracula.

"It sounds like playing, sister... sister-in-law, you are suffering."

Nodding and bowing until Kong Nanqing returned to the kitchen, Dracula breathed a sigh of relief, brought the carved and emerald seats to watch the morning news in front of the portrait.

Bo~

Skip the twisting link and pull the lid directly.

She put her fingers together and easily pinched the blood-colored tentacles that were shot out into her palm.

Crazy-

Turn on the faucet, Kong Nanqing put it under the faucet, and the blood-colored tentacles struggled hard under the erosion of tap water.

After washing it clean, Kong Nanqing turned off the faucet, gently swept away the bloody water stains, and threw them into the porridge that was about to be cooked.

Gulugulu—

The blood-colored tentacles struggled to sink in the sticky white porridge, and a few tiny bubbles appeared, leaving no sound.

But at this moment—

The earth trembled, the TV signal disappeared, a snowflake, and the abominable intention boiled up. In a trance, the roar of an indescribable object echoed in the east sky, and after one ten thousandth of a second, everything returned to its original state.

Everything that happened before was almost undetectable.

On the sofa in the living room, Dracula poked her head out of the portrait in doubt, looked at the ceiling, shrugged and retracted into the portrait, and continued to watch the news with relish.

A line of subtitles scrolls at the bottom of the TV.

[Pingling Earthquake Bureau Early Warning: At 6:13 am, the East China Sea waters are 126°43" west longitude, and the south latitude is 47°9" magnitude increase of magnitude 2.3, with a focal depth of 4 kilometers, which may cause waves of 2 to 3 meters high. Please pay attention to safety when coastal tourists]

...

Lu Li sat on the old-fashioned Xiali co-pilot and spoke to Liu.

The phone was connected, but the opposite side was silent.

It seems that it is their habit to not speak actively.

After a few seconds, Lu Li took the initiative to speak: "Does the cabinet door count as the door?"

"What?"

Liu's confused voice dispelled the cold and silent atmosphere.

He briefly described the strange space he entered at Liu Xiaoyan's house.

"Um……"

Liu pondered for a moment and analyzed: "So far, all the poor people who witnessed 'cancer cells' or associated cancer cells will be attacked by the indescribable malicious intention when they encounter it. You will know that you are fine when you look alive now. Then you also said that although there are dangers in it, it is more of it instilling chicken soup to instill chicken soup, allowing you to study hard, pay attention to your diet, sleep on time, and barabala... These are obviously not the style of 'cancer cells'."

"To be honest, everyone is a pitiful person. Why are we persecuted by various kinds of persecution to survive? When you come to your place, you will be caring about your mother and let you pay attention to your body and improve your own qualities?"

"Of course, what I can say is so conclusive because if you are experiencing 'cancer cells' and surroundings, I have already reduced my rationality now - needless to say sorry, I just do this job. According to my experience, it should be weird."

Lu Li, who did not intend to apologize, frowned slightly: "Weird?"

"Ghost spirits. If you can go to the Golden Dragon Fish View, it means you must know some secrets, but I won't explain the others. The monsters refer to strange things. Like ghosts, spirits, and spirits, they all have traces to follow, and you also know the principle. You know that ghosts are transformed by humans and deaths, spirits are dead objects, and spirits are alive, and spirits are animals and become spirits... monsters are very unreachable."

"Miracle may be some kind of creature, some kind of dead object, or some kind of space you encounter. It is inexplicably weird and weird, the cause is unknown and the end is unknown. In short, strange means unknown. This is similar to the gate, but it is not as cruel as the gate. You should have a deep understanding of it."

Lu Li thought of the girl holding an umbrella that he had met, and that was a weird one.

"Next time I encounter a weird thing and stay away, they are not as good as ghosts - do you feel it?!"

Liu exclaimed.

"Yes. Is it a door?" Lu Li raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy sky.

"No, I haven't seen this before... but I can't say, are you still in trouble now? I'm going to contact my superiors."

"It's gone."

He hung up the phone first, Lu Li put away his phone.

He raised his head and stared quietly at the sky east for a long time. In a trance, some kind of existence seemed to whisper in that area.

When pedestrians not far away came back from buying groceries, they knew nothing and smiled.

The more he knew, the more he knew what an illusion this calmness was.
Chapter completed!