"But he didn't realize that something was wrong with him, so he went back to the dormitory. The monster who knocked on the door in the notes was Wang Mingming himself.

"It was he who killed one colleague after another, which is also in line with the information left in the note."

Princess Yinyao held up a small horn and said, "Then why is this room locked?"

Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed:

"Wang Mingming wants to go back to the dormitory, and he has to go back to the dormitory every night. The staff want to stop this behavior, so they locked his dormitory door. Wang Mingming, who couldn't go back to the dormitory, went back to the dormitories of other employees, so people died every day. "

At this moment, stiff footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

The footsteps were very stiff, without the lightness of a living person, as if walking with stiff knees.

When Zhang Yuanqing and others heard footsteps, it was already approaching the door.

It was very abrupt, and the owner of the footsteps didn't seem to want to give the people in the room time to react.

Wang Mingming is back?

Zhang Yuanqing's heart was awe-inspiring, his adrenaline soared, and he instinctively opened the inventory, ready to take out the props to fight.

But in a blink of an eye, he changed his mind again, lowered his voice, and issued a short reminder:

"Go to bed!"

He quickly rushed to the bed on the left, and at the same time manipulated Xue Qiangwei to jump to the upper bed without a sound, and lay down straight.

Princess Yinyao and Palace Master acted at the same time. The former chose the lower berth on the right, while the latter chose Zhang Yuanqing's bed.

A red dress flitted into Zhang Yuanqing's arms, and burrowed into his arms with all her strength, the crystal jade feet under the skirt hooked his legs mischievously.

The delicate fragrance rushed into the nostrils one by one, and it was hard to tell whether it was the fragrance of shampoo or the body fragrance of a young woman.

This is too flirtatious. Zhang Yuanqing thought helplessly, while slowing down his breathing, pretending to be asleep.

Article 13 of the employee handbook stipulates:

If you hear unusual movements in the dormitory at night, please lie on the bed and pretend to be sleeping, ignore it, and never leave the bed.

In this kind of high-level rule props, Zhang Yuanqing believes that following the rules is safer than fighting.

No matter how powerful they are, can they be stronger than a master-level regular item?

Footsteps came into the house.

Boom, boom, boom. Stiff and heavy footsteps, walked through the door and entered the room.

Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't see the owner of the footsteps, and he didn't dare to use the perspective of the spirit servant to spy. Judging from the feedback of the footsteps, he could imagine the person's height, weight, and walking posture.

The opponent was more than two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. The heavy footsteps sounded like a cold and stiff corpse, not like a living person.

After entering the house, the footsteps did not stop, but lingered in the room.

Boom, boom, boom...it hovers between the beds.

It knows that there is someone on the bed, and it can see that we, Zhang Yuanqing, have some guesses in our minds.

At this moment, he heard footsteps stop beside his bed. JrNovels.com