470: C470 Who Are You

C470 Who Are You

Strangely, this thick fog only covered the entire piano room.

A strange look flashed across Jiang Hao's eyes when he saw this fog.

"It seems like this ghost isn't weak!"

What Jiang Hao didn't know was that last night, there wasn't any fog.

On the other side, on the office building, the four people who were watching every movement in piano room also felt uncomfortable when they saw the thick fog.

"Why is there suddenly fog?"

After all, if there was fog, they would not be able to monitor the movement of the piano room, which was very unfavorable to them.

"Chief, should we go down?"

At this moment, one of the four men asked the only girl among them.

However, at this moment, the sound of a piano suddenly broke the silence of the night!

"Dingdong..."

Following the sound of the piano, everyone who heard the sound of the piano couldn't help but shiver.

But this time, they no longer had the mood to watch the show like last night.

Last night, Zhou Jie and the other three died mysteriously in piano room, which gave them great fear.

This matter concerned their own lives, so how could they possibly play a game?

On the other side, the corner of Jiang Hao's mouth raised slightly.

"It's here!"

After saying that, he jumped down from the tree and disappeared into the thick fog.

In the office building opposite piano room, the three men and one woman who were monitoring the piano room suddenly heard the sound of the zither and their expressions changed.

The leading woman quickly said.

"The suspect has entered the crime scene. Let's go down quickly, don't let her escape!"

With that, she took the lead and quickly ran downstairs, rushing into the thick fog.

However, when they rushed into the thick fog, the four of them instantly realized that the scene had changed greatly. They had been separated!

At this moment, their hearts could not help but tremble.

"Could there really be a ghost?"

This was what they were thinking at this moment.

Such a strange scene, it was not up to them to not let their imagination run wild.

Yang Hongmei's hand that was holding the gun could not help but tighten. Her mind was tense as she vigilantly surveyed her surroundings and fumbled forward!

As for her other three teammates who were calling out her name, they did not receive any response. Their faces were filled with fear.

At the same time, not long after Jiang Hao entered the thick fog, he felt a powerful Spiritual Force trying to invade his mind.

However, how could Jiang Hao's mind be so easily invaded?1

Following the invasion of the Spiritual Force, Jiang Hao's Spiritual Force immediately retaliated on its own.

Although the invading Spiritual Force was powerful, that depended on who it was compared to.

Jiang Hao's Spiritual Force was only slightly revealed, but the invading spirit instantly retreated in shock.

In the piano room, in front of a piano, Xia Lan's face changed slightly. He was dressed in red and had long hair that draped over his shoulders.

However, her fingers that were dancing on the piano did not panic at all.

As the door to piano room was pushed open, Jiang Hao landed on the ground without making a sound and walked in.

He did not interrupt Xia Lan from playing the piano. Instead, he found a seat and sat down, quietly listening to this master-level piano piece.

Xia Lan did not do anything either.

Just like that, this strange scene continued for five to six minutes.

The song ended.

"Crack crack crack..."

A crisp clapping sound was heard.

Xia Lan stared at Jiang Hao, who was clapping. He was speechless for a long time.

"Who are you?"

An ethereal voice sounded.

When Jiang Hao heard this, he looked at Xia Lan, who was staring at him, and said with a smile.

"I should be the one asking this question, right?"

"Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you killing people? "

Jiang Hao asked three questions in a row, answering his own questions.

Xia Lan looked at Jiang Hao, but did not answer Jiang Hao's question.

There was a long silence, but Jiang Hao did not want to waste any more time with her.

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