Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 97 He looks at you, but you can't look at him?

A hot pan?

Skim off the foam?

What is this all about?

Hiding under the bed in the bedroom, Yan Ming listened to the commotion outside, his mind filled with wave after wave of doubt.

He could roughly tell that the lean man had confirmed that a mother and daughter lived in the room, and then went to the room across the street, where he found a poor guy.

In the lush greenery, the lean man, consumed by rage, hacked the other man to death.

However, Yan Ming was a little confused by what happened next: a skinny man fell into a middle-aged woman's hot pot?
Remember to skim off the foam?

Is it because the broth for cooking meat tends to foam?

No matter how you look at it, it sounds incredibly bizarre. This eeriness is deeply ingrained in people's minds. Yan Ming, hiding under the bed, didn't dare to breathe for a moment, afraid of being discovered by the mother and daughter in the living room.

Originally, they were planning to find an opportunity to escape, but now they can't find that opportunity.

Yan Ming still doesn't know which room is his own.
The room below contained an adulterous couple, while the mother and daughter living in the room above were even more bizarre. Yan Ming, trapped under the bed, didn't know where to run.
Are you just going to hide under the bed and wait like this?
Could this be the thing that Guan Cheng was "inducing" him to do?

Yan Ming recalled everything he had done since entering the youth hostel, from eavesdropping at the door to peeping behind the door, and now he was even hiding under someone else's bed, waiting for his chance to strike.

Unwittingly, all his actions perfectly aligned with the theme of the city, and also with the theme of the Spying Ghost.

what is this?
Is it some kind of depravity?
Yan Ming knew he was supposed to enter the trial of the Wish Ghost Eye to conquer the other party, but now it seemed he had completely fallen into the cliché plot of this city.

No, we have to get out of here quickly.

The thought crossed his mind, and then he heard new noises coming from the living room.

The little girl pushed open the door and walked into the living room. A rich aroma of meat followed her into the room, reaching Yan Ming's nose from under the bed.

"Mom, the foam has all been skimmed off, the broth is almost cooked!" the girl Xiaojie exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

The middle-aged woman responded in the same sweet voice, "Okay, my dear Jie'er, then go and help Mommy turn the fire down to the lowest setting, otherwise it will overcook."

The little girl's footsteps then faded away from the living room, suggesting that their stew pot was somewhere else.

Yan Ming, who was under the bed, noticed a point that had just been overlooked.

Is this little girl also named "Xiao Jie"?
Could it be that her name is the same as that of Xiao Jie, the gatekeeper?
Is there any connection between the two?
Just as Yan Ming was pondering, the little girl returned to the living room after completing her task. Coincidentally, her mother had finished tidying up her clothes and changed into a pair of high heels, preparing to go out.

The middle-aged woman said softly, "Xiaojie, Mom has to go out for a while. Can you watch the house for me and don't let anyone in?"

This time, Xiaojie didn't answer immediately, but hesitated and murmured.

"What's wrong, Xiaojie?" The middle-aged woman noticed her daughter's hesitation and asked gently.

The girl, Xiaojie, asked softly, "What if... someone is peeking at me?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman's voice immediately rose: "He's looking at you, but you can't look at him? A young woman shouldn't be taken advantage of, understand?"

Then came the little girl's reply, her voice filled with determination: "Okay, Mom."

"boom--"

The living room door closed, and the middle-aged woman hurriedly left the house, leaving behind an eerie silence.

A question arose in Yan Ming's mind, who was lying quietly under the bed—

Is the little girl in the living room still there?

However, just as he had this question, he heard faint breathing coming from the living room sofa, and the little girl seemed to be quietly looking at something.

So now the little girl is all alone in this house?

Yan Ming prepared to leave the room without hesitation. Since the middle-aged woman was not at home, leaving was naturally the best option.

But just as he was about to crawl out from under the bed and force his way out of the room, he suddenly heard the little girl talking to herself. "Oh right, I haven't reported to the perfect police officer yet. I have to report someone every day. Maybe I should just report someone randomly."

The little girl said with a grin, and then jumped off the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Yan Ming froze, for he had a sudden, inexplicable bad feeling.

Having heard about the "perfect cop"—something that doesn't exist in reality—he could roughly guess that such a perfect cop was likely a profession in Guancheng that specialized in "tracking down and arresting" certain special individuals.

What kind of special person?
Was it someone spying?
Or is he someone who doesn't spy?
Yan Ming had no answer in his heart, but he knew that if he were caught by these police officers, his Ghost Eye Trial would basically be half-failed.

Therefore, the little girl's sudden remark made him hesitate to act rashly.

If he doesn't go out now, and the little girl just finds someone to report him, wouldn't there be no problem?

Based on what just happened, the little girl will most likely report that skinny man, right?

After all, the lean man had directly killed the people in the opposite room.

Thinking this through, Yan Ming shrank further under the bed, his choice still carefully considered.

The middle-aged woman was wearing high heels, which means that she was definitely not going to the neighborhood, and that what she was doing was definitely not as simple as buying some firewood, rice, oil, and salt downstairs.

If we go out too early, it might not be good if the middle-aged woman hasn't gone far yet.

"Wait, what's the perfect police officer's phone number?"

The little girl asked herself the question, and then immediately had the answer: "That's right, it's written on my desk!"

She skipped and hopped into the room, heading straight for the desk by the bed without hesitation.

Yan Ming looked out from under the bed. The inside and outside of the bed were clearly black and white. The bed frame and the ground formed a rectangular outline, and the light from outside shone through the outline.

In the light, he could see the little girl's legs as she entered the room very lively and stood in front of the desk.

“1-0-0-2-2……”

The little girl was reciting the numbers on the desk one by one, but suddenly stopped.

The silence lasted for thirty seconds, which made Yan Ming feel a little uneasy, because he had just heard the little girl's voice and there should have been more numbers that she hadn't read out yet.

So Yan Ming turned to the side and found a subtle angle to look out.

From this angle, he could see half of the little girl's face from the side and behind.

The little girl's eyes were open, but there were no eyeballs in her eye sockets.

Ok?
Where are the eyeballs...?

"Can't you look at him when he looks at you?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman's raised voice exploded in Yan Ming's mind. He instantly realized something, and the ominous feeling in his heart reached its peak.

He instinctively wanted to turn back and look for the two missing eyeballs, but a subconscious awareness cultivated during his brush with death also kept ringing an alarm bell—

Do not seek!

Do not seek!

Do not seek!

Yan Ming forcefully controlled his head, refusing to turn it to any other direction, his back drenched in cold sweat from fear.

"whee."

At that moment, the little girl in front of the desk couldn't help but let out a giggle.

(End of this chapter)