Chapter 414: Can People Be Killed by Insomnia?

When Ji Li and Li Guanqi walked side by side to the door of the small room, Chen Hansheng, who was suffering from arm pain, breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at Su Chenghe who was placed at the foot of the bed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"This may be a ghost that has never appeared before. I think it will be very difficult.

You are sleeping peacefully. If I really come to kill you, will I save you or not..."

After Chen Hansheng asked himself, his left arm, which had just been treated, felt pain again. He sighed silently and turned his head to the window.

Outside the small window opened by Ji Li, the sun was overflowing, and military bugles sounded from time to time, which was very different from the world that should have been raining heavily.

When Chen Hansheng was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly saw that the bright glass suddenly became blurred for a moment.

But in an instant, it returned to normal, with only a cool breeze blowing on his face.

Chen Hansheng frowned slightly, and this seemingly ordinary detail was also imprinted in his mind.

At the same time, Ji Li and Li Guanqi finally opened the door that Arong had just closed.

But at the moment of opening the door, the sounds of eating and talking in the living room beside their ears suddenly stopped, and everything returned to silence.

The scene in front of them was definitely not what the two had expected before.

Ji Li's hair was slightly blown away, and the dark and dark pupils reflected the dark and dark room.

The original sound of the wind beside his ears stopped immediately, but the sound of the whistling rain hitting the window sill was the sound of the explosion, and the cold wind whistled into the room, making people tremble more and more.

The furnishings in the room also returned to the modern world, with sofas, TVs, and some empty beer cans scattered on the ground.

Ji Li narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Guanqi with suspicion in his heart despite his calm appearance.

Li Guanqi also looked at him with a blank look.

The two knew that this meant that with the door opened, they once again returned to the black and white building in the real world.

But why did this happen?

Originally, Ji Li thought that the ghost had pulled them back to decades ago in order to relive that period of time, kill people, or crack the code.

But a door became the key between the real world and the past world.

Walking out of the small bedroom, they came to the real world.

The TV was still on, but there was no program on the screen, only rustling snowflakes.

This was not only the only light source in the room, but also the only sound.

Ji Li slowly set his eyes on the sofa, where a very bloated middle-aged man was slumped in front of the TV, tilting his head as if he was sleepy.

After a careful observation, he did not see anything unusual.

It was just that the man's eyelids were not completely closed, the whites of his eyes were still exposed, his heavy eye bags were drooping, and his beard was very long.

But he was definitely not dead, because Ji Li caught the two fingers of his right hand holding the corner of the sofa still tangled together.

This shows the scene of this very tired man who wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep because of his worries.

The two-bedroom, one-living room house, not counting the small bedroom representing the past world, only had the tired man in the living room, but judging from the half-open door of the master bedroom, there seemed to be someone inside.

Ji Li was increasingly confused about what the ghost wanted, but he thought he had to find out the situation of the whole house.

So he took a step without thinking much, and at the same time looked at Li Guanqi and whispered:

"You stay in the living room and observe, I'll go to the master bedroom."

Li Guanqi nodded and then cautiously approached the tired man, gradually feeling suspicious.

Ji Li walked right in front of him, but the man didn't seem to notice it at all, and his eyelids didn't move.

As Li Guanqi approached, he still maintained his original posture, but it could be seen from the more intense entanglement of his index finger and middle finger.

He seemed to be in extreme anxiety and vigilance now.

Noticing this detail, Li Guanqi thought that perhaps by revealing why the tired man was so anxious, he could get a solution to the ghost.

"Sir, can you see me..."

After hesitating for a long time, Li Guanqi was less than two steps away from the man, and he could feel the fear in the man's heart even more at close range.

Because the legs hidden under the coffee table were clearly trembling.

Unfortunately, this sentence still did not get a response, and Li Guanqi did not even see the man's eyeballs moving under his eyelids.

In theory, no matter how restrained one is, the subconscious of being a human will inadvertently reveal something.

His step-by-step pressure and words of probing could more or less test out something.

But the ending was obvious, the tired man could not see him or hear him at all.

Li Guanqi stopped, stood there and looked at him quietly, and then suddenly grabbed the beer can on the coffee table and smashed it at the TV.

He heard the loud bang in the quiet room clearly, but the tired man did not move at all.

But Li Guanqi caught the man's half-closed eyelids, and his eyes really moved a few inches and looked in one direction.

He also slowly turned his head and looked in the same direction.

Between the gap between the retro big-headed TV and the wall, a dark red square appeared in his field of vision.

There were strange patterns on it, and the original details seemed blurred, but Li Guanqi knew what it was after taking a look.

This is a table, a large eight-immortal table.

In a glimpse, he had seen A Rong in the past world eating at this table.

…

"Squeak..."

The door of the master bedroom was gently pushed open. With the strange sound of lack of lubricant, Ji Li entered the not-so-spacious master bedroom.

In that scene, his eyes became more confused.

On the bed here was a female corpse, but it was very strange.

The woman in a pink nightgown was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book in her hand, as if she was preparing for sleep.

Although she was dead, her face was not pale, but rather she looked tired.

As he walked in, Ji Li saw bloodstains on the feet exposed from the quilt.

The two feet overlapped, the big toe of the left foot penetrated the big toe of the right foot, and a bloody nail fragment fell on the bed sheet.

This shows that she was calm on the surface, but in fact she had the same struggle as the middle-aged man.

As Ji Li walked in, he carefully observed the corpse. What he found strange was not the corpse, but the way it died.

Because there were no external injuries on the body, the toenails alone could not have caused death, and the death posture was very comfortable, so it was impossible that she was scared to death, nor did she seem to have been brutally attacked before death.

So, how did she die...

After a careful observation, Ji Li did not get any more clues in the master bedroom, so the only thing left was the body.

He took out a cigarette box from his arms and lit it for himself while thinking.

The middle-aged man who was not dead in the living room, his posture seemed to be ready to fall asleep, but the details on his hands indicated that he was suffering in his heart and could not fall asleep;

The unnamed female corpse who was dead in the master bedroom, her posture was also brewing sleepiness, but from the toenails falling off due to struggle, it can be seen that she could not fall asleep either.

The common point between these two people is that they are both trying to fall asleep, but they can't fall asleep.

The only difference is that one is dead and the other is still alive...

Ji Li exhaled a smoke ring and stood at the door of the master bedroom quietly looking at the middle-aged man.

He knew in his heart that this man was about to follow the footsteps of the female corpse, followed by these intruders.

However, with this inefficient method of exhausting people to death, how powerful can the ghost be?

Moreover, can people really be killed by insomnia?