The silent wife, the middle-aged man, and the drunk all looked at the boy's finger.
There was a slight abnormal noise at the end of the dark corridor, and the door handle of a certain room trembled slightly, as if something was locked in the room and he wanted to come out.
Quiet to the eerie residential building, the door lock swayed by itself, which made the hearts of several people lift up.
"I just saw the leader walking upstairs, there's no way there's a passenger in the room." The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the more frightened he became: "I've been to Liwan before, what can I say? Something scientifically explained."
"for example?"
"You don't want to know those examples, all we can do is avoid them."
"Then what if it can't be avoided?" The drunk man leaned back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the depths of the corridor.
"There's no way to avoid them, then pretend that you don't see them, try to stay normal, and tell yourself in your mind that all this is your own psychological effect." The middle-aged man's face became even paler, and he remembered something bad There was a cold sweat on his forehead, and his face looked extremely bad: "The Liwan I went to is not the same as the current Liwan. There is no red fog, and there seems to be a new change here."
"Don't scare me, bastard, why do I feel like someone is blowing in my ear, as if there is a woman's voice!" The drunk man turned his head sharply and looked behind him. Passing by the crossing, every time he took a step, two footsteps would sound, and his expression was very strange. It was obviously a man's face, but after looking at it for a long time, he felt that the facial features belonged to a woman.
The man did not follow them into the corridor, but walked forward.
"Is he male
"Is there?" When the middle-aged man looked back, the outside of the corridor was covered with blood mist, and he couldn't see anything: "Don't worry about him, let's protect ourselves first."
It was a moment of stupefaction, the sound of the doorknob shaking in the depths of the corridor disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
The blood mist thickened a bit, and the surroundings became more gloomy, and the sound of the wind blowing through the hollow could be vaguely heard, which made people feel nervous.
"The person at the door gave up?" The drunk man held on to the handrail of the stairs, he stood at the entrance of the corridor, ready to run out at any time.
"Not necessarily, it's also possible that the thing has run out of the house." The middle-aged man bent down and took out a mobile phone from his pocket. The drunkard found that the phone the middle-aged man was using was a model from several years ago.
He adjusted the screen of his mobile phone to the brightest and held it up in front of him. There seemed to be something more in the dark corridor, but because the distance was too far, he couldn't see what was more.
"It's weird." The middle-aged man tapped the drunk man with his elbow: "I think this corridor seems to be different from just now, come and have a look."
There was a shrill wind blowing in his ears, as if a madman was talking to himself, the drunk man took the middle-aged man's cell phone and looked at it carefully for a while: "It seems that there is something more."
He took a step forward involuntarily, frowning.
Dilapidated ceilings, large pieces of peeling wall, closed doors, and various debris accumulated in the corners.
"Huh?" The drunk man suddenly looked at a place.
"What did you find?" The middle-aged man hurried over and looked at the place where the drunkard was looking. There was nothing unusual there, no imaginary ghosts or corpses.
"I'm not sure, just wait." The driver returned the phone to the middle-aged man, took out his phone, and turned on the attached flashlight.
The light was distorted in the blood mist, and it was still not clear.
"It was the door there that made the noise just now." The drunk man resisted his fear and moved forward. He shrank his neck and leaned his arms against the wall. After walking a few steps, he finally saw the extra thing clearly: "A mop? "
There was an extra mop in the corridor, the kind of mop that is very common in life, and it was thrown in the corridor by someone.
"It's just a mop, are you going to scare me to death?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and put the little boy down, his arms were a little sore.
The drunk man was also relieved, and he scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm too nervous... But, there doesn't seem to be a mop in the corridor just now, right?"
"I don't think there is? I can't remember." The middle-aged man and the drunk stood together, and they continued to look forward with the help of the light of the mobile phone.
The light was shining, and the drunk man who was about to go forward suddenly stopped, and he asked the middle-aged man next to him not too sure: "Is the mop in that position just now? I remember it was in the third last room. There, how does it feel like it's moved a room forward?"
"Really?" The middle-aged man also looked at the mop.
As the two of them watched at the same time, the mop, which is very common in life, suddenly moved, the black rags began to shake, and a human face slowly emerged from below!
The drunk man and the middle-aged man did not expect such a thing to happen at all. Their hands and feet were cold, and before they could react, the mop began to approach rapidly.
After getting closer, several people present clearly saw that it was not a mop at all, but a head with long hair.
"Run!"
The drunk man grabbed the phone and ran back, and the middle-aged man rushed out frantically regardless of his wife and children.
The little boy was so frightened that he burst into tears until he was picked up by his mother.
The messy footsteps sounded in the building, and the drunk man rushed to the entrance of the corridor first. He hesitated for a while, whether to go upstairs to find Chen Ge, or run out of the building directly.
Looking up along the gap of the stairs, strands of black hair fell on his face, and a pale face was extending down from the handrail on the second floor.
With a scream, he couldn't care about anything, and ran outside.
The blood-filled streets, the city where reality and nightmare are intertwined, every building looks like a man-eating monster.
His heart was beating wildly, and the drunk man didn't dare to stop. He shouted to the middle-aged man behind him - run this way, and then ran wildly and hid in a small two-story building next to him.
The courtyard outside the small building was not closed, and the flowers and plants inside had withered. The most striking thing was that there was a large dog kennel in the innermost part of the courtyard.
Built with iron railings and moldy planks with all kinds of bite marks.
In the yard, apart from the small building where people can hide, there is only the dog kennel left.
Footsteps and women's laughter were constantly heard outside, and the drunk man's head was muddy, and he felt unsafe everywhere.
He hurried to the vicinity of the kennel: "The house is very dangerous. Maybe there will be some dirty things. Let's hide here and check the situation first."
The drunk man was holding the wooden board above the kennel. He was about to drill into it, but before he got in, he smelled a pungent stench.