The wife, the middle-aged man, and the drunkard, who had been silent, all turned to look at where the boy was pointing.
A strange sound came from the end of the dark corridor. The doorknob of one of the rooms was shaking like there was something locked inside the room, and it was trying to get out.
In the eerily quiet residential building, the lock of the door shook on its own, which made everyone's hearts jump.
"I saw the leader walk up the stairs, so the people inside the room can't be passengers." The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the more afraid he became. "I've been to Li Wan City before. How should I say this? Sometimes you see things in this place that are hard to explain scientifically. "
"For example?"
"You don't want to hear about those examples. All we can do is avoid them."
"What if I can't avoid it?" The drunkard leaned against the wall, and his eyes were glued to the end of the corridor.
"If I can't avoid it, I'll pretend that I don't see them and try to act normal. Then, I'll tell myself that it's all just a psychological effect." The middle-aged man's face paled even more. He was reminded of some bad memories. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face could not have looked worse. "The Li Wan City that I went to was different from the current Li Wan City. There was no red fog, and something new has happened here."
"Don't scare me, son of a b * tch. Why do I feel like someone is blowing in my ear, and it seems to be a woman's voice!" The drunkard whipped his head around to look behind him. The 'murderer' who called himself Scissors was walking down the stairs. With every step he took, there would be two footsteps. His expression was very strange. It was a man's face, but after looking at it for a long time, it felt like the facial features belonged to a woman.
The man did not follow them into the corridor. Instead, he walked forward.
"Is he a man? Or a woman? " This strange feeling made the drunkard instantly nervous. He patted the middle-aged man's shoulder lightly. "Someone just passed by."
"Did I?" When the middle-aged man turned back to look, the corridor was already covered in blood fog. He could not see anything. "Ignore him. We need to protect ourselves first."
While he was still in a daze, the trembling of the doorknob in the corridor disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
The blood mist thickened, and the surroundings became even more eerie. One could vaguely hear the sound of wind blowing through the hollow, making one's hair stand on end.
"Has the person inside the door given up?" The drunkard held the banister. He stood at the entrance, ready to run out at any moment.
"Not necessarily. It's also possible that the thing has already escaped from the house." The middle-aged man bent down and took out a phone from his pocket. The drunkard noticed that the phone the middle-aged man was using was an old model from several years ago.
He adjusted the screen to the brightest and held it in front of him. There seemed to be something extra in the dark corridor, but because he was too far away, he couldn't tell what it was.
"How strange." The middle-aged man nudged the drunkard with his elbow. "I feel like the corridor is different from before. Come and take a look."
The wind whistled past his ears like a madman talking to himself. The drunkard accepted the middle-aged man's phone and studied it closely. "There really seems to be one more thing."
He involuntarily took a step forward and frowned.
Broken ceilings, peeling walls, closed doors, and all sorts of junk piled up in the corners.
"Eh?" The drunkard suddenly looked in a certain direction.
"What did you find?" The middle-aged man hurried over and looked in the direction that the drunkard was looking at. There was nothing out of place — there were no ghosts or dead bodies like he expected.
"I'm not sure. Wait a minute." The driver returned the phone to the middle-aged man. He took out his own phone and switched on the flashlight.
The light was twisted in the blood fog, and it was still hard to see clearly.
"The door that made the noise just now was that door." The drunkard suppressed his fear and moved forward. He shrunk his neck, and his arms leaned against the wall. After a few steps, he finally saw the extra thing. "A mop?"
There was an extra mop in the corridor. It was the kind that was commonly seen in real life, and someone had left it there.
"It's just a mop. Are you trying to scare me to death?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and put the boy down. His arms were sore.
The drunkard sighed in relief. He scratched his head embarrassedly. "I was too nervous … but I don't think there was a mop in the corridor earlier, right?"
"I think there was. I can't remember. "The middle-aged man and the drunkard stood together, and they continued to look forward with the help of the light from the phone.
Under the illumination of the light, the drunkard who was about to move forward suddenly stopped. He asked the middle-aged man next to him with uncertainty, "Was the mop in that position earlier? I remember it was in the third room from the back. How come it feels like it has moved forward by one room? "
"Is that so?" The middle-aged man also turned to look at the mop.
With both of them watching, the mop that was commonly seen in real life suddenly moved. The black cloth started to move, and a human face slowly appeared from underneath it!
The drunkard and the middle-aged man did not expect something like this to happen. Their limbs were cold, and before they could react, the mop started to fly toward them.
When they got closer, everyone could see that it wasn't a mop at all. It was a human head with long hair.
"Run!"
The drunkard grabbed the phone and started to run. The middle-aged man ignored his wife and child and ran madly.
The boy was spooked, and he started to cry until he was picked up by his mother.
Hurried footsteps echoed inside the building. The drunkard was the first to reach the stairs. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go upstairs to find Chen Ge or run out of the building.
He lifted his head to look up the stairs. Strands of black hair fell on his face, and a pale face was reaching down from the second-floor banister.
With a scream, he couldn't care less about anything else as he ran outside.
The street was covered in blood fog, a city where reality and nightmares intertwined. Every building was like a man-eating monster.
His heart pounding, the drunkard did not dare to stop. He yelled at the middle-aged man behind him, "Run this way." Then he ran into a two-story building next to him.
The courtyard outside the building was open, and the flowers and plants inside were all wilted. The most eye-catching thing was a large kennel at the innermost part of the courtyard.
It was built with iron railings and moldy wooden boards, and there were various bite marks on it.
Other than the small building, the kennel was the only other hiding place.
The sound of footsteps and a woman's laughter came from outside. The drunkard's mind was a mess, and he felt like he was not safe anywhere.
He hurried to the kennel. "It's very dangerous inside the building, and we might run into some dirty things. I'd better hide here and observe the situation."
The drunkard held onto the wooden board above the kennel. He was about to crawl into it, but before he could do so, he was hit by a horrible stench.
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