"Um?"

After a photo, the tattooed man suddenly widened his eyes.

This is...a photo.

Black and white photos, specially used to place some mourning halls.

Damn, who the hell puts the photo under the mat?

Just as he was about to throw it out, the tattooed man suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why do you look so familiar to this photo?

He took it closer to watch again.

This...isn't this the security captain?

hiss!

The tattooed man suddenly sucked in air conditioning and felt extremely horrified.

The security captain died?

Is this his last photo?

How is this possible?

Suddenly, the tattooed man felt that the person on the face seemed to blink, and he was so scared that he screamed, and instantly threw the face out and jumped up.

Crack, Crack...

At this time, a crisp sound suddenly came through the doors and windows, as if something was chewing on the bones.

The tattooed man suddenly stood up with a cold hair, and even more frightened.

What the hell is this?

Did you really meet a ghost?

He held his breath, and was so scared that he was stiff all over and did not dare to make any noise.

But the creaking sound continued to come, becoming clearer.

He listened carefully, fearful,

Damn, was the voice coming from outside his door?

That thing is at his door?
Chapter completed!