Chapter 1838: Things in the room

Liu Minghui hurriedly put on his clothes. Just as he was about to take his wallet, he suddenly found a black invitation on his bedside table.
Liu Minghui only felt his scalp numb, and his outstretched hand stopped in midair. "Death...death notice!?"
He swallowed hard, his hand stretched out little by little.
It was at this time that the death broadcast room of Douyu Live was opened again.
When countless fans flooded in, the screen was slightly lit, and a few lines of subtitles appeared on the screen: crime
Liu Minghui, male, 32 years old, occupation: unemployed.
Crime: Operating underground casinos, and violent means, there are seventy-one people who directly died in his hands, and 372 people who died indirectly in his hands...
When the picture was completely lit, Liu Minghui was already at the door of the room and was about to open the door.
However, Liu Minghui suddenly felt that someone had pulled his arm from behind, so that he could not forcefully open the door.
He looked back in a panic, but there was no one in front of him.
This situation reminded him of the person he saw when he turned off the light.
The one who only appears when there is no light.
With cold sweat on his forehead, Liu Minghui suddenly raised his leg without warning, kicking it with one foot against the air behind him.
Sure enough, as he thought, he kicked something. But that feeling is not like kicking on a person, but more like kicking on a steel plate.
"what!"
Liu Minghui screamed, slipped, and fell to the ground. He kept rubbing his toes, his face showing pain.
With a little fear in his eyes, he kept looking around, as if looking for something.
He is now hoping that he can see that "thing", because in this way, he should at least know how to escape from here.
He doesn't think now that the person he can't see is a person.
If you can't see that "thing", it is impossible to run out of here.
Just by the foot just now, Liu Minghui can now be sure that he will never be the opponent of that "thing".
That is to say, he just has to find a way to get rid of it.
Liu Minghui rubbed his feet in the last second, and suddenly hit the door in the next second.
"Boom!"
Liu Minghui felt as if he had hit an iron plate, and was dizzy and dizzy with shock, which was extremely uncomfortable.
He stumbled back several steps, and his feet were a little soft.
He really can't stand this feeling anymore. If he goes on like this, he feels that he certainly can't rush out of this room.
He has now received a death notice. If he can’t get out of this room, wouldn’t he die?
Thinking of this, Liu Minghui knew that he had to do this.
He carefully moved two steps back again, groping with his backhand, and when he hit the switch, he turned off the light without hesitation.
As soon as the room was dark and the moonlight outside the window was down, Liu Minghui could now see the thing standing at the door.
He didn't know whether that was a "ghost" or not. If it were a ghost, he shouldn't see it now.
He didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world before, but after watching a lot of live broadcasts of death, he believed it.
There was a mess in his mind now, and there was no logic.
Liu Minghui now knows that if he can get out of this room, it will be a nine-death life.
If you can’t get out of the room, you’re dead.
Although he was afraid, he wanted to continue to live. He was still staring at the thing, but he was the roadblocker out of the room.
He didn't think about defeating that thing, but at least he had to find a way to get rid of your thing.
The room where he was sleeping was on the second floor, and it was no problem to jump down. But he installed an anti-theft railing on the window and could not get out at all.
So his last choice was the door.
Liu Minghui gritted his teeth, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and then rushed towards the door as if insane.
He looked at the thing and stood motionless at the door as if he hadn't seen him.
Liu Minghui learned wise this time, instead of kicking, he chose to kick.
But the thing was kicked by him, and he was completely immobile. Instead, Liu Minghui stepped back several steps because he couldn't bear the force.
Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for him to rush out of the door.
Liu Minghui was a little annoyed, but was helpless.
He said binocularly, "Death Inquisitor! What do you want to do to me?"
Although the thing at the door didn't let him go out, it didn't hurt him now.
It stands to reason that this should be considered a good thing, but Liu Minghui has become even more uneasy.
What kind of existence is the death judge, he knows well. With all the crimes he committed, how could he let him go so easily since he was put on trial.
If you don't do it now, you can only show that there are other things waiting for him.
Not knowing what he will face next, Liu Minghui's heart is both anxious and frightened.
"what!"
Suddenly felt a punch in his stomach, Liu Minghui couldn't help but screamed.
He hurriedly looked up, and the thing was still standing at the door, and he didn't move at all.
In other words, it was not the "thing" that beat him just now.
Not knowing exactly what the situation was, Liu Minghui looked around nervously.
But at this time, he took another punch. This time Liu Minghui can be absolutely certain that it was not the thing that hit him.
Because from the beginning to the end, it stood at the door and never moved.
The severe pain in his stomach made Liu Minghui's face purple, and he felt as if he was hit by two hammers.
Liu Minghui waved his hands in a panic. He wanted to avoid being attacked again in this way.
Unfortunately, it is of no use.
Although he looked at the front, this time he was grabbed from the back.
His clothes were torn apart, and five deep red blood stains appeared on his back.
Affected by such an impact, Liu Minghui leaned forward and pulled the lamp switch with his hand.
After the room lit up, the thing standing at the door disappeared, but a man appeared in front of him. ..
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