The door of the villa was suddenly knocked.

Shangchuan stood outside the door with an umbrella, and the rain dripped down the eaves on the umbrella and then fell to the ground. He was wearing a pair of gloves, and the white gloves had a circle of dust marks on the door knocking on the door.

The three people in the room heard the knock on the door and their pupils shrank slightly. They first looked at the others vigilantly, and then shone Ruguang to the entrance.

"Go and open the door!" One of the tall men with a wide body on their faces looked very intimidating.

A man with long hair and cold face looked at him coldly without moving.

Seeing that neither of them was going to move, the man who had been silent stood up, walked to the entrance, and opened the door of the villa.

The young man holding an umbrella, the young man was carrying a guitar behind his back, a baseball cap with a low brim pressed on his head, and a pair of glasses could be seen vaguely on the bridge of his nose.

It is a very strange thing for a young man to appear alone in this desolate villa, not to mention this weird outfit.

It’s not that he is wearing abnormal clothes, but for people like them, guitar boxes can instinctively touch their sensitive nerves.

After all, as we all know, guitar boxes are not used to hold guitars.

"My motorcycle broke down on the road. Can I come here to hide from the rain?" Kurakawa Shun said this sentence in a normal tone, and his voice was completely different from the sound he usually used. It was obviously a question, but there was no tone of request. Whether he agreed or not, he would go in to hide from the rain.

I knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but I was on the way to the tiger mountain.

Since something is destined to happen today, why bother him to play? After all, he has expressed a lot of meaning when wearing gloves, right?

The middle-aged man looked at him for a long time and seemed to sigh.

"Come in."

As soon as Shangchuan entered the door, he smelled a rotten smell. The wood furniture and the moldy smell on the walls were very serious.

"I originally thought the villa was abandoned, but I didn't expect there was someone inside." Putting away the umbrella, Kamikawa Shun talked to him very normally.

"My home is not far from this. If you climb over a few more mountains, it will be my villa." Not far from the living room at the door, Shangchuan Shun's voice could be clearly transmitted to the living room.

No one answered him, and he said to himself. "Today I was originally performing with the band, but who would have thought it would suddenly rain so heavily on the way back? Fortunately, I brought an umbrella, otherwise I would have to be soaked in a drool."

His tone was filled with complaints and complaints, and people who were unaware of the situation would subconsciously take it seriously.

"You live here?" The man paused.

"Yes, I don't like villas in the mountains very much. The transportation is too inconvenient, but there is no way. The elderly at home like it, so they are willing to live in an old house."

What Shangkawa Shun said was serious. Not only the middle-aged man who opened the door, but also the two people in the living room were a little confused.

Could it be that this person is really just hiding from the rain?

But is it possible to come to such a desolate villa to hide from the rain?

"Is there no electricity in the villa? Why don't you turn on the lights so dark?" Kurakawa Shin pretended to be puzzled.

"The villa has been abandoned for too long, and the circuit is not used to age."

"Yeah?"

Shangkawa Shin looked at it casually, and the signal jammer was still on, but this thing could only interfere with wireless electromagnetic waves and could not interfere with things that were propagated through wires.

For example, the camera screen...

The light of the villa is not very good, and the sky outside is also dim, so the visibility inside the villa is limited.

Walking all the way into the living room, except for the long table in the center, the entire room is empty. Only the natural light from the outside world through the thick glass by the window makes the living room less dark.

On the dining table and chair with a high back, two sitting men stared at Kawakawa Shun. They looked at him from head to toe, as if evaluating the quality of a piece of pork.

The whole scene is quite weird.

There were heavy rainstorms, abandoned villas, dim interiors, a long dusty table, and silent people sitting by the table.

Let’s have a little more scary music, this is the scene of the ghost movie.

"Are you holding a strange ceremony here?" Kamikawa suddenly raised the brim of his hat so that his vision would not be too blocked.

He was like a curious passerby, and he had questions very reasonably.

The man who opened the door for him was always parallel to him, controlling his pace, neither walking in front of him nor falling behind him.

Without answering Kazukawa Shun's words, he pulled away the chair he had originally sat down and stopped saying a word.

Seeing that no one answered, Kamikawa also walked to an empty chair.

This long table is eight-seater, with three on each side except for one chair at each end.

He raised his hand and touched it, and the white gloves were stained with a layer of gray.

It's so dirty, I don't want to sit.

The umbrella hit the ground, and the raindrops slid down the umbrella cloth, wetting the dusty ground. Kamikawa stood beside the chair, without any intention of sitting.

The atmosphere inside became quite weird, and no one spoke any further, the man who opened the door was dazed, while the strong man tightly held the armrest of the chair, and the man with long hair and cold temperament kept thinking.

"Are you all here?"

He suddenly spoke and said something. He was immediately stared at by six eyes, and he was a little happy about this kind of gaze.

"I will introduce myself. My name is Yukihei Nishikawa. I used to be a detective, but now I am a vagrant." He mentioned the word "detective", which is both self-deprecating and sarcastic. Like a fan-shaped statistics chart, with a little resentment, a little shame and anger and a little madness.

Shangchuan raised his head slightly, and white light reflected from his glasses on his left.

Why can you meet detectives everywhere? Should we say that this world is worthy of being a mystery?

"I received an email and arrived here according to the instructions of the email." Nishikawa Yukihei took the initiative to talk about the reason for coming here. It can be regarded as a throwing brick and arousal. After all, since the three of them arrived here one after another, they almost never said a few words.

"I think you should be in the same situation as me! Emails or letters," he gritted his teeth when he said this, not knowing whether it was because of the emotional strength or simply disguised.

"The email records some things that can ruin me, and I have to come!"

He did not say what was recorded specifically, nor did he say what the mysterious man who sent the message wanted him to do after he came here, but looked at the silent middle-aged man who had arrived here first.

"I received the letter and had to come too." He did not say much about his plan, and then went silent again after introducing his situation.

Everyone's eyes looked at the big man again, and the big man's expression was getting more ferocious, and he almost gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!