"I haven't been looking forward to him for a moment, hoping for him que     sera. When will I meet him and meet him..."

In a dim room with luxurious furniture, Teresa Teng's brisk songs were played on the phonograph. The afterglow of the sunset shone into the house, with a thick bright red colour in the orange, spreading the entire house.

The seemingly hot light did not add a hint of warmth. On the contrary, the whole room seemed to be stained with blood, and the red was strangely dazzling. The curtain of the outer veil in the bedroom was drooping low and was slightly blown by the wind.

Lu Zhao walked through the living room and into the bedroom.

Through the curtain, he saw a woman wearing a red cheongsam sitting in front of the dressing table with her back facing her.

The woman's hair is tall and graceful; the cheongsam is made of luxurious material and is well-tailed, which makes her tight waist and smooth lines look out for a clear view. In the gap between the two swings and the two crosses, a pair of fair legs appear faintly.

At dusk, she was like a mandala irrigated with blood, beautiful and magnificent, full of poison.

"You're finally here."

As if she sensed something, the woman turned her head slightly. The bloody sunset shone through the window on her face, dreamy and hazy.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but step forward, trying to see the woman's face clearly.

Suddenly, the singing in the phonograph ended abruptly, the sunset outside the window disappeared, and the whole room suddenly fell into a cold darkness.

In front of the dressing table, the dark red candle light suddenly lit up. The scene in front of me changed drastically: the furniture was covered with dust, the walls were covered with cracked spider webs, and the surroundings were silent, and a strong smell of blood was filled with the air.

The figure of the woman disappeared.

The dressing table was splashed with blood. In the broken mirror, Lu Zhao saw a blurred red shadow and suddenly appeared behind him.

"I'll be waiting for you at Wansen Building."

The woman's voice sounded again, and then a hand with red nail polish suddenly put on her shoulder.

A sigh came from the quiet air, far away but close.

Lu Zhao woke up from the nightmare, his chest fluctuated violently, and the cold air that had previously lingered in his heart did not completely disappear.

I dreamed of her again.

Lu Zhao pinched his eyebrows tiredly and looked out the car window. Next to the street, the tall buildings in the central and western regions were brightly lit.

The bus slowly drove through the city area, and the brilliant clouds in the sky became stronger and stronger in the distance, and the psychedelic light and shadow shone red in the entire bustling commercial street.

"Are you wrong? Such a black boy, can't you open the train?"

There seemed to be a car accident at the end of the road ahead. The bus was blocked in the middle of the road and the passengers' patience was gradually exhausted during the long wait.

There was a stolen communication around, and the sound of horns outside the window was filled with sounds.

The sky was completely dark. The last warm sunset reflected through the window on Lu Zhao's fingertips was gradually disappeared in the shadow of the skyscrapers.

The car windows reflected the neon lights flashing on the street, and Lu Zhao's pale, almost bloodless face.

The phone buzzed and a line of messages popped up:

[Mr. Shu, how long does it take to arrive? Come and sign a rental contract as soon as possible.]

Lu Zhao took a look at the time, picked up the suitcase beside her feet, and stood up from the seat.

"Da da da da da da--"

Walking into the aisle, a red glass ball rolled down from his eyes and stopped at the feet of a yellow-haired young man on the right side of the aisle.

The young man crossed his legs and was talking on the phone with his girlfriend. Although he glanced at the glass ball in the outskirts of his eyes, he quickly looked away.

The little boy with a head and brain stood in the middle of the aisle, as if he was afraid of this rude-looking yellow-haired young man, hesitantly not to come forward. The boy looked at Lu Zhao with clear black and white eyes, with a bit of timidity mixed with obedience.

Seeing the boy asking for help from him, Lu Zhao put down the suitcase in his hand and patted the yellow-haired young man: "Sorry, let me go."

The latter glared at him impatiently and turned sideways. Lu Zhao bent down, picked up the glass ball and handed it to the boy.

"Thank you brother!" The boy smiled and showed his two little tiger teeth, took the glass ball like a treasure, and returned to his seat.

"You're welcome." Lu Zhao rubbed the other person's head, then quickly walked to the driver's side, and whispered: "Master, please open the door, I want to get off the car."

"Hait, there is a queue first. It's so far away from the next stop (it's still far from the next stop)."

Hearing that Lu Zhao's accent came from the mainland and seemed not familiar with the nearby terrain, he continued: "I see that the front is about to open to traffic. Do you want to wait?"

"Thank you, I rented a house nearby, and the agent has been urging me to go over and sign the contract. It has been a long time since I waited."

Lu Zhao politely rejected the driver: "The building is nearby. You can get there in about ten minutes after getting off the bus."

"Are you sure you are near here (are you sure you are near here)?" After hearing Lu Zhao say that, the driver's move that originally planned to press the button suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the young man in front of him: his appearance was pretty and his skin was whiter than that of a woman. Although it was August, he was wearing a black coat and wrapped himself tightly; his white sneakers were stained spotlessly and looked very particular.

The driver looked at Lu Zhao in front of him and asked tentatively: "Good boy, you are not renting the Wansen Building on the Fourth Street of the West Mid-mountain, right?"

Lu Zhao nodded with an indifferent expression.

When I heard the other party say that I wanted to rent a house on Fourth Street, I was not only the driver, but also the two middle-aged women who were chatting in the slanted rear seats instantly became unnatural.

The driver frowned and did not open the car door immediately. He fucked the crappy Hong Pu and said to Lu Zhao: "You are afraid you have been deceived. That Wangsen Building is so evil!"

The driver told Lu Zhao that the house he was going to rent was a famous villain in this area.

There is a problem with Feng Shui there. If a normal person lives in less than a year, his family will be destroyed or he will be crazy. Unless he is desperate, he will sleep on the street, no matter how poor he is, the locals will never rent a house there.

"Yes. Hong Kong is full of gold. A house with a monthly payment of 3-4k and more than 300 feet will definitely be a haunted house."

"I see that you are not as good as a poor man, but you can find a second house to rent. (I don't think you look like you are short of money in your clothes, so find another place to live."

The two middle-aged women in the back seat couldn't help but speak.

"I understand. But I'll just ask you to open the door."

Lu Zhao's eyes were like a silent ancient well, and there was no turmoil in the end.

Seeing that he had no intention of changing his mind, the driver thought the other party was a young man who was unbelieving. He pressed the button and sighed.

Seeing that Lu Zhao was about to get off the car, the driver was still a little unwilling to give up but stopped him and warned him: Don't disregard your words, and the murder of Wangsen Building can be found everywhere online.

"Father, Qian Qi doesn't want to be greedy for small gains, he will earn a life in vain! (Don't lose his life in vain because of greedy for small gains!)" the driver shouted.

Lu Zhao walked to the side of the road and stopped.

Although this bus driver was just a stranger who met by chance, he was the first person to show kindness to him after he came to Hong Kong.

Lu Zhao stared at the other party with a calm expression: "Thank you. But these have no effect on me. Anyway, I only have three months left to live."

The driver was stunned and couldn't tell whether the other party was joking with him for a moment.

After the car door was closed, two other middle-aged women immediately talked: "The young man doesn't look like he's a terminally ill."

"It's not that there is any problem that I can't think about it and want to die, so I will live in a haunted house..."

At this time, the yellow-haired young man who had called before came over chewing gum. After hearing the discussion between the three, the yellow-haired pointed at his head and smiled contemptuously: "Ge is stupid!"

"Okay, why are you cursing?" A middle-aged woman couldn't help but speak.

"It's been!"

The yellow-haired young man said: "Just now, he was standing alone in the aisle to pick up things, and he was talking to himself in the air. He wasn't he brain-sick, what's that?"
Chapter completed!