"Dongdongdongdong--"

Just as Lu Zhao was thinking, the sound of chopping things came from next door again.

Thinking of the expression of the woman outside the door when she asked for help, after being woken up, Lu Zhao couldn't help but feel curious and decided to go to the next door to see her in person.

He put on his coat and sat up, went to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife to protect himself.

It was already three o'clock in the morning. Lu Zhao opened the door, and it was empty outside and silent.

The window at the end of the corridor was already broken, and the wind blew into the corridor along the gap, rolling up several old newspapers on the ground. The sensing lights flickered, and the hanging light bulbs were blown to the left and right by the wind, like a shaking pendulum.

Lu Zhao's heartbeats very quickly. He put his steps very lightly and quietly came to the door of 05 next door.

The movement of chopping things disappeared again. Lu Zhao took a step forward and then surprised to find that the other party's door was actually hidden.

Do you want to go in and take a look?

If the female neighbor next door is really poisoned by her husband, you must not sit idly by.

Grandma Li's warning kept echoing in her ears. Lu Zhao hesitated for a few seconds, and then thought that he had never heard the woman's cry for help from beginning to end. Maybe he was thinking too much.

With a lucky mentality, he clenched the kitchen knife in his hand and quietly pushed open the door next door.

Through the crack in the door, Lu Zhao saw that the living room was pitch black, but the lights were on in the kitchen. At this time, there was no one in the room.

The whole living room was in a mess, with many empty wine bottles rolling down on the ground, and the tables and coffee tables were filled with cigarette butts and messy tableware, and magazines.

A strong fragrance wafted in the air. Lu Zhao didn't expect that it was so late that the other person next door was still cooking.

An ominous premonition surged into my heart, and Lu Zhao slowly walked into the living room.

I don’t know what dark dirt is stuck on the tiles under my feet. I can pull out thin silk if I step on it.

In the air, the fishy smell became stronger than before. When he arrived at the kitchen door, Lu Zhao stopped.

He saw a large pot of soup stewed on the stove. The water was boiling and the pot was bubbling, but no one was there in the kitchen.

While his heart was beating faster, Lu Zhao heard a rustling sound coming from behind him. Through the light under his feet, he saw a black shadow approaching him quietly.

Lu Zhao suddenly had goose bumps all over his body, and he felt a chill on his back. He silently clenched the weapon in his hand, took a deep breath, and turned around suddenly.

A bloodless face suddenly appeared in his sight.

...

Lu Zhao's heartbeat suddenly dripped. To his surprise, the woman who appeared now turned out to be the woman who asked him for help not long ago.

The woman's hair was very messy, her eyes were dull, and her expression was a little dazed. Her face and arms were covered with bruises and blood stains near her nostrils.

"This lady... are you okay? I live next door. I just heard a lot of noise coming from your house, so I came to take a look."

Although he suspected that the woman in front of him had some mental illness, Lu Zhao still suppressed his fear and explained to the other party. He looked around and asked the woman: "By the way, where is your husband? Didn't you just say that he hit you? Do you need my help to call the police?"

"Thank you...No need now, my husband and I have already made up."

The woman murmured, walked into the kitchen blankly and took out a set of tableware from under the stove.

Lu Zhao stood behind the woman vigilantly and kept a certain distance from her so as not to suddenly go crazy and do anything aggressive to him.

The woman put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, opened the lid of the pot and took a look.

The pot was stewed with unknown variety of meat. At this moment, the meat was cooked very hard. A layer of golden grease and white foam floated on the surface of the soup. The moment the lid of the pot was opened, the fragrance in the air became even more intense.

But for some reason, after smelling this smell, Lu Zhao felt disgusted.

"I was cooking sober soup for my husband. In the past, he loved to drink this every time he went home for a social event. He kept saying that I was good at craftsmanship and no one could compare to it." The woman stirred the soup in the pot, as if she was in a certain memory.

"But later he drove and hit someone, and his family lost a lot of money, and even his job was lost. Since then, he has become a different person, doing nothing at home all day. After drinking too much, his mind has become bad, his temper has become worse and worse, and he will hit me if he is not satisfied... I often wonder how good it would be if he could still be like before."

While the woman was talking, Lu Zhao picked up his cell phone and looked at the surrounding living room. In horror, he found a large patch of dark red blood near the floor near the bedroom.

"My husband was so drunk that he accidentally fell and injured just now." As if seeing through Lu Zhao's thoughts, the woman suddenly spoke.

"This...is it? Is the injury serious? Should I go to the hospital?"

Lu Zhao swallowed, his speech was already a little uneasy.

"No need, the bleeding has stopped. By the way, Mr. Lu, do you want to try my skills? The beef bones I cooked are delicious."

The woman changed the subject and Lu Zhao turned around and found that under the cold light, she held the bowl emitting hot in her hand and looked at herself with a strange smile.

"No need, I...I just came here to take a look." At this moment, Lu Zhao just wanted to escape from this place quickly.

He retreated repeatedly and put his hand holding the knife behind him.

Although he was cautious, Lu Zhao still said to the woman quickly: "Domestic violence is an illegal act. Even if it is a relative, he is not qualified to attack you. If your husband attacks you again next time, don't be patient and call the police."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu."

The woman looked at the direction of the bedroom, and a smile appeared on her haggard and pale face: "Don't worry, my husband will never hit anyone again. He is so drunk now that he is humming again, I have to go and see."

"That's good. Since you're fine, I'll go back and rest first."

Lu Zhao glanced at the lifeless bedroom next door. From entering the house to now, he had not heard any movement.

However, at this moment he had no intention of pursuing these things. After saying this, Lu Zhao rushed out of the living room next door almost in one breath, ran into his home without looking back, and locked the door.

Something is wrong, the woman next door is definitely having a problem!

The frightened Lu Zhao carefully checked the door lock and found a chair to block the door. Then he returned to the bedroom in fear.

A messy living room, a movementless bedroom, blood stains on the ground, unknown soup in the pot... everything reveals weirdness.

Lu Zhao suddenly realized that from beginning to end, he had not heard the sound of the male owner next door. In fact, everything he saw was directed and acted by the woman.

And the most important thing is that the woman just called herself "Mr. Lu".

She was obviously a stranger she had never met before, how could she know her name?!
Chapter completed!