As Lin Banxia's classmate and best friend for several years, how could Ji Leshui not know what Lin Banxia's expression means! He helplessly clenched the rolling pin in his hand, and said hoarsely, "Panxia, you can't drop the chain at this time!!"
Lin Banxia glanced innocently at Ji Leshui: "I will try my best."
Ji Leshui almost didn't cry.
Just as the two were talking, the elevator door in front of them opened, and after a soft ding-dong sound, a dark corridor was revealed. Ji Leshui didn't expect that because no one lived here, the lights were not turned on on the eighth floor. Fortunately, Lin Banxia, who was standing next to him, wisely took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight function. He whispered, "Let's go." He walked out of the elevator door first.
Ji Leshui has regretted coming up at this moment. It would be great if he directly called the police. This black light is blinding, and he can't see anything. Who knows what will happen...
Lin Banxia didn't think as much as Ji Leshui thought, and had already started looking for Song Qingluo's trace.
It was very dark in the corridor. Except for the faint light source of the mobile phone, nothing could be seen. The footsteps of Lin Banxia and Ji Leshui echoed in the empty corridor. Said: "Banxia, let's walk lightly, don't be heard."
Lin Banxia hummed. But he agreed with his mouth, but the movements of his feet did not lighten, and he was still dabbling. Ji Leshui felt a little uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand to hold Lin Banxia, and said, "Panxia—"
Lin Banxia turned her head and said, "What?"
Ji Leshui's expression froze completely. He and Lin Banxia didn't move anymore, but the footsteps were still ringing, and the source of the sound was under their feet. Ji Leshui lowered his head slowly, but the moment he lowered his head, the footsteps stopped.
Ji Leshui was covered in white sweat, and under Lin Banxia's puzzled eyes, he took out his mobile phone and turned on his flashlight. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and turned towards him. Taking a photo behind him, he looked towards the ground of the long corridor.
Because no one has walked around for a long time, the corridor of this floor has been covered with a thick layer of dust, which is particularly eye-catching on the white ground. On the dust, there are actually countless footprints. These footprints are covered with Throughout the corridor, Ji Leshui looked at so many footprints, trembled all over, and slowly turned the light to the front. When he saw the road he had not yet walked, he had goosebumps all his life - the man in the corridor in front of him. The dust is still neatly spread on the ground, that is to say, those things are following him and Lin Banxia forward! !
Fear got stuck in Ji Leshui's throat, he whimpered a few times, and then swallowed hard.
Lin Banxia, who was standing next to him, hadn't figured out the situation, when he saw Ji Leshui's face turning blue and purple, like a seasoning plate, and his body was shaking like a sieve, like an electric shock.
Lin Banxia said strangely, "Are you alright?"
Ji Leshui trembled: "No, it's nothing, don't worry about me... first... find the boss first."
Lin Banxia said yes.
Using the dim light of his mobile phone, Lin Banxia walked forward cautiously, and soon he found a different door at the end of the corridor. The lock on the door was violently broken, and it was half-closed at this time. There was no light inside, and the scene inside could only be seen through the not-so-bright moonlight.
Lin Banxia vaguely saw the scene inside the house through the crack of the door.
This is a simple and rough room. The room type is somewhat similar to the one Song Qingluo lived in. There seems to be some furniture in the living room by the wall. Lin Banxia can't see it clearly.
"Go in and have a look?" Lin Banxia suggested.
Ji Leshui nodded his head like garlic. He was about to be driven mad by the strange footprints under his feet, and he was eager to find a room to hide in right away.
The two entered the living room cautiously, and deliberately lightened their pace.
Ji Leshui followed Lin Banxia, and noticed the things placed in the corner of the empty living room. He asked strangely, "Banxia, what is that?"
Lin Banxia didn't have time to remind Ji Leshui, but Ji Leshui turned on the light of his mobile phone. It was okay if he didn't take a picture, but Ji Leshui almost cried out when he saw it, and saw a black cabinet there. The cabinet There are two neat ceramic jars in it. In front of the ceramic jars are burnt incense candles, and above the ceramic jars, there are several neat pictures of the dead.
Ji Leshui saw the portrait on the posthumous photo. He widened his eyes and said in horror, "This... this... isn't that the woman who jumped down from the upstairs that night? She, how could she?"
Lin Banxia also saw the posthumous photo, and on the posthumous photo, he also saw the face he had seen before.
"What's the matter." Ji Leshui said in a trembling voice, "Where's the boss? Where are the others?" A terrible thought popped into his mind, "Banxia... You say, what I'm looking at, will it be possible? , it's not Song Qingluo."
Lin Banxia was speechless.
Ji Leshui said, "Could it be that that thing deliberately tricked us into coming here."
Lin Banxia said, "Calm down, we have weapons!"
Ji Leshui looked at his rolling pin and the clothes drying pole in Lin Banxia's hands, crying and saying what the fuck is this, people are magical creatures, we can only attack physically—
The two of them were talking, but there was a burst of Peking Opera singing from the direction of the bedroom. The lyric was sung by an elderly woman, who was singing: "I was originally from Yang Shi who was separated by a mountain, but why did you come to this Fengdu City Tower..."
Ji Leshui widened his eyes and said, "Is there someone in the bedroom?"
Lin Banxia said, "I'll go take a look."
Both of them walked more cautiously. There was no door in the bedroom, but it was too dark inside to see clearly. Lin Banxia prepared herself and threw the light source in her hand. Through the light, Lin Banxia saw that there was actually someone in the bedroom. The man was an elderly lady, sitting on a rocking chair with a beautiful raccoon cat sleeping on her chest. On the table next to her, there was an old tape recorder, which was playing unintelligible opera lyrics.
Ji Leshui called out tremblingly: "Old lady? Is this your home?"
The old lady didn't respond.
Lin Banxia said, "Old lady?" He slowly walked into the house and came to the old lady.
Ji Leshui followed Lin Banxia carefully. He could no longer walk, and his whole body was soft. When he finally got to the old lady, he controlled his trembling throat and whispered: "Old lady, are you home alone?"
Lin Banxia, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped moving.
Before Ji Leshui could react, he heard Lin Banxia say, "Let's go out." He seemed to understand something, but he couldn't take his eyes back in time. He looked up and saw the old man. The cat on the wife's chest is nibbling on the old lady's face with relish.
The old lady didn't know how long she had been dead. Most of her face was gnawed away, leaving only the bare bones, and even the eyes hanging outside.
Ji Leshui suddenly suffocated. He should have screamed, but the extreme fear defeated his reason. He couldn't scream, so he could only keep backing back in embarrassment until he retreated to the living room and looked again. Arrived at the posthumous photo on the cabinet.
It turned out that there were three photos in total, two young women and an elderly lady. In the black and white photos, the three of them had stiff smiles on their faces and stared blankly at Ji Leshui.
"Ah!!!!!!" With a shrill cry, Ji Leshui rushed out like crazy.
Before Lin Banxia could react, she saw Ji Leshui rushing out of the house. He hurriedly followed, only to find that Ji Leshui was too scared to even take the elevator and ran straight to the stairs.
The stairs were long and dark, and Ji Leshui couldn't stop at all. He almost took three steps at the same time, and fled down like crazy.
The lack of oxygen caused by strenuous exercise even gave him a terrifying illusion that the old lady was following behind him, and in her arms, she was holding the well-fed raccoon cat—
Ji Leshui was out of breath. The dark corridor forced him to slow down. He didn't know how many floors he had reached. The distance that was not too far had turned into forever in his eyes. An unreachable maze.
Hurry up, hurry up, there will be lights downstairs, Ji Leshui thought so, and forcibly took a staggering step.
When the first light appeared in front of Ji Leshui's eyes, most of his energy was relieved, but the excited smile on his face disappeared before it lasted for three seconds - a block appeared between him and the light. hill. The hill blocked the light tightly. Ji Leshui slowed down for a while before he realized that, at some point, a tall man stood in front of him.
He slowly raised his head and saw a strange face. The face was covered with hair, and his facial features could not be clearly seen. A pair of green eyes stared gloomily at Ji Leshui.
Ji Leshui: "Aah!!!!"
The person standing in front of Ji Leshui heard the cry, shouted something in a low voice, reached out and picked up Ji Leshui like a little chicken. Fortunately, Ji Leshui hadn't completely lost his ability to resist. He waved his rolling pin in a conditioned reflex. Unexpectedly, the man's free hand grabbed Ji Leshui's rolling pin without hesitation and moved towards him. With a swipe at the wall next to it—with a click, the rolling pin shattered into two pieces.
Ji Leshui collapsed again and cried, "Help, Lin Banxia—" There are dead people upstairs and savages downstairs, so let's not let him live as a normal person these days.
The savage turned around with Ji Leshui and walked outside. The bright light made Ji Leshui's eyes open for a while. When his vision recovered, he saw Song Qingluo who should be rescued. He frowned and looked at himself in confusion.
"Big guy—" Ji Leshui saw Song Qingluo, as if he saw a life-saving straw, and struggled to reach out to him.
The tall savage said, "You know him?"
"My neighbor." Song Qingluo said, "Put it down."
Ji Leshui's feet fell to the ground. He hugged himself and wept, "Boss, why are you here? Lin Banxia and I thought you were on the eighth floor—"
"Lin Banxia is on the eighth floor?" Song Qingluo's expression changed slightly, "Are you up?"
"Yeah." Ji Leshui said, "I saw a terrifying dead man above."
Song Qingluo and Savage looked at each other, then pressed the elevator button.
"You are here, are you going to go up again? But someone really died on it?" Ji Leshui said in horror, "Do you want to call the police first?"
"Don't call the police, you wait below, I'll explain to you later." The elevator door dinged open, and Song Qingluo and Savage were about to go inside. Ji Leshui didn't dare to be alone anymore. He would rather go back to the eighth floor than stay alone in the empty corridor on the first floor. The ghost knows if there will be any strange things. The fragile nerves really can't stand any toss anymore.
So Ji Leshui, who just ran away, returned to the eighth floor with two people.
The author has something to say:
Lin Banxia: Eighty percent of the horror atmosphere was created by you.
Ji Leshui screamed: But I'm afraid!
Lin Banxia: What are you afraid of, watch me dig it on the clothes pole! !
Ji Leshui: Please! !
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