The ringing sound became more and more urgent, and for some reason it gave me an extremely oppressive sense of danger. My heart seemed to lose balance at that moment, and I subconsciously raised my guard.
This is an inexplicable intuition of danger, a mysterious premonition that was born from experiencing many copy crises and life-and-death situations, and it suddenly settled in my heart.
This particular time is somewhat special. It is hard not to wonder whether the person knocking on the door is the homeowner they are here to welcome, or something else.
You have to know that the "door" is sometimes blocked by ghosts. Many foreign ghosts need to seek the opinions of humans before they can enter the door.
In order to prevent any unexpected events, Sister Hong stood at the door but did not open it.
Instead, he sent a text message to the owner, asking: "Hello. Are you outside the villa?"
Just after the message was sent, the ringtone suddenly became more rapid and sharp. It was as if someone was waiting at the door, pressing buttons frantically and anxiously.
Even though they couldn't hear the knock on the door, they seemed to be able to sense that the person was banging on the door frantically.
Although taking care of the landlord is Xiao Luo's task, it is actually closely related to other task players.
If you offend the homeowner, it is likely that the next tasks will not go smoothly.
So when the other players heard the doorbell sound, which seemed to be urgent, they were slightly stunned. It seemed that Lao Wang had subconsciously taken a step forward, trying to open the door.
After all, when they were in the villa, few people came. For example, in the past few days, only Jie Zhouyan came. Who else could the person outside be if not the owner of the house
But even though he thought so, his mood became even more depressed. Lao Wang took a few steps forward, and then he subconsciously felt something was wrong. The sense of danger was always lingering around him, as if even his fingers were stiff and numb.
His brows furrowed deeply, and he was motionless for a moment. At this moment, Sister Hong received another text message -
"I'm already here. Open the door."
When Sister Hong saw the text message, she seemed to have confirmed something and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Identity confirmed."
She said as she stepped forward and tried to press the switch to open the door. But at this moment, Yuan Yuxue stood beside her silently without anyone noticing.
The fingers moved very lightly, like a fallen butterfly, and landed on Sister Hong's sleeve.
Just at that moment, Yuan Yuxue had already scanned the external scene.
The door seemed to be made of special material, which took him a little longer to scan and consumed a little more energy.
A "monster" that, judging by human aesthetics, should be very strange in appearance, was leaning against the door.
Its body was like a pool of soft mud, with countless strange tentacles growing out of the mud, rubbing against the door constantly and frantically hitting the doorbell.
And that face—if it could be called a face.
The mass was pressing against the door, trying to get in through the cracks, but it hadn't succeeded yet.
If this thing was really put in, Yuan Yuxue could handle it. However, he always believed in saving energy and didn't intend to waste more time. So he held down Sister Hong's hand at that moment and said in a cold and calm voice, "Don't open the door."