He is back.

Back to your home!

The room was pitch black, and the whole room had completely changed.

The typewriter on the table disappeared, and the manuscript paper sorted by Shi Qian did not fly away.

Instead, a thick stack of telephone books were placed on it.

The walls of the room were filled with bright red paint, and there was a long string of numbers behind each name, such as a telephone number.

There seemed to be a slight resentment lingering on these walls, but this resentment was very weak and was far from reaching the level of forming a fierce ghost.

Shi Qian understood that it was not a red paint, but human blood.

The name and phone number written in blood!

The ghost under his feet slowly twisted, and Shi Qiangang was about to come forward to check.

Behind him, the urgent phone ringing suddenly rang.

He suddenly turned around.

On the bedside table are brand new phones and intact phone lines, which are completely different from the previous disconnection and old ones.

The new one seems to be just out of the factory.

But the phone only rang for a while and stopped completely.

Suddenly, there was a knock in the living room outside the door.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"
Chapter completed!