The Yuhua seat at dawn was still cold and gloomy, at least in Chen Chaoyang's eyes.
There was no one in the empty and open door, and it was a little weird quietly.
The grid-like windows are densely packed, and the trace of that face print is still on one of the windows.
The door of the taxi that usually leaned on the side of the road opened, and Chen Chao walked to the office building with his bag on his back.
The bottle cap is hung on the zipper of the school bag, swinging back and forth in mid-air.
Xia Nunnan got out of the car, leaned on her cane, followed along with each step, and the cold cane hit the ground with a clanging sound.
The air in the building was gloomy, and on the reception desk next to it was a squeezed radio.
The radio is like a cassette, repeating the pre-recorded broadcast:
[Dark and dark door! 】
[It seems to be cut off from the daylight and plunged into a long dark night inside. 】
[The gloomy corridor, on the smooth tiles, reflects the face of the person looking at it! 】
[The sound of footsteps lingers, is it a person walking, or a corpse crawling on the ground? 】
Click!
Chen Chao pressed the stop button. Originally, he liked listening to these weird and terrifying stories, but now he decided to completely draw a line from this evil in the future.
He wants to change his mind and re-behave!
The tape recorder was covered with transparent mucus, like a mixture of nasal mucus and glue, which was a bit disgusting, but inexplicably familiar.
"It's the ** dripping out of that keyhole!"
Chen Chao was terrified,
"Is the security uncle the one who killed the old grandson of the ventilation station and went to Chen Zhuo's house to change the gas?"
He turned around abruptly, but saw that he was in a daze, and the rolling door behind him didn't know when it was pulled down and locked.
Guru~
Swallowing and spitting in his throat, his apple squirming up and down, Chen Chao put one hand in his trouser pocket and grasped his natal weapon "fruit knife".
Next second.
The lights in the building went out.
In the dark corridor, only the flashing characters on the elevator were still bright.
Chen Chao's back was chilly, and his sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his skin and stung painfully.
"Who closed the door from behind?"
In the darkness, Chen Chao didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid that a wrinkled face would follow behind him, and his weird and hideous eyes were staring at him bitterly.
Take out the flashlight from the backpack and turn it on.
A figure was reflected on the icy tiles, and he subconsciously looked down, and the white light of the forest illuminated a pale cheek.
His own face!
Taking a deep breath, Chen Chao didn't choose to take the elevator. In such a closed space, if he hit a ghost, he had nowhere to escape.
He chose to turn into the safe passage, and what he saw was a row of small black footprints, stepping up along the wall.
Hanging the half-empty bottle cap, flipping somersaults and sitting on Chen Chao's shoulders, gnawing at the footprints on the wall, triumphantly point out the traces left by Chen Chao.
"It smells bloody!"
Xia Nannan closed the safe passage door, sucked in her nose, and then tilted her head to look down the stairs.
Chen Chao sniffed hard, wondering if the smell really strengthened, or pure psychological factors were at work. He also seemed to smell the rancid smell of the corpse.
"Is this trying to seduce me down?"
Chen Chao frowned and shook his head at Xia Nannan. He was not interested in the "scenery" downstairs, he just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.
He chose to go upstairs.
Then,
There was a harsh rubbing sound from downstairs, like a fingernail pulling a little bit through the gap of the iron door, followed by the sound of wet shoe soles stepping on the stairs.
There was also the sound of flies buzzing around and flying around, and the rancid smell suddenly became vivid and vivid, spreading upward from downstairs.
"Something is coming upstairs!"
Only the feedback from the sense of smell, Chen Chao felt that it was not an individual who climbed up, and a terrifying picture was outlined in his extremely imaginative brain.
He pulled his leg and ran upstairs, the bottle cap sitting on his shoulders turned back, grinning frantically with a fierce expression.
Xia Nannan glanced downstairs again with no expression on her face. She could hear that the footsteps seemed a little stumbling, and the pace was not fast, but it was gradually accelerating.
In fact, according to her idea, she should first go downstairs and take a look.
With this horrible atmosphere, Xia Nannan consciously can create a horror 100 times more than this.
She curled her mouth in disdain, and Xia Yannan walked upstairs with her cane, black cinders floating in the air along the way.
4th floor!
Pushing the door open, the flashlight hit the wall. Even though he was mentally prepared, Chen Chao still felt the creeps when the strange graffiti on the wall came into his eyes.
The hideous, distorted, and grotesque human faces are like living creatures, all overlapping, watching the person who pushes the door with gloomy eyes.
The cold from the soles of the feet penetrated straight into his forehead, Chen Chao's eyes widened, staring at these faces, always feeling that there might be a real human face hidden in these cheeks, and he peered at him sternly.
He took every step very carefully. It can be said that he shook his head three times at a time. The more he stared at these faces, the more he felt his heart furry, and the more he felt that those cheeks were really moving.
The sound of footsteps downstairs was approaching, and the stench of rotting drifted down the door into the corridor.
In less than 20 meters, Chen Chao seemed to have walked for a century. He stood in front of the consultation room in his heart.
There was a torn white light box beside his feet. The urn inside had been taken away, but the words on it still looked like countless fine needles pricked his eyes.
"Am I really Chen Chao?"
"Or Chen Zhuo?"
Chen Chao felt that he was stunned by some demon, he held his hand on the doorknob and turned it vigorously.
The door was not locked and was gently pushed open.
The door was pushed open, and a black shadow walked in along the open door. The moonlight and white through the floor-to-ceiling windows vaguely outlined the outline of the human form.
"The door is unlocked?"
Chen Chao's face was a touch of astonishment, and then he began to observe the layout of the room, the surrounding bookshelves, the black pendulum, and the sofa that was sunken in.
This counseling room is the house entered in the video.
The curtains were closed, and the room was a little dark. Chen Chao scanned the room with his mobile phone, and there was no one inside.
He walked to the window and opened the curtains. There was a face print on the window, indicating that someone did indeed stand here last night looking at himself downstairs.
Dense goose bumps appeared on the surface of his throat.
In front of me is a surrounding cabinet, just take out one and it is full of medical records. It is not an easy task to quickly find a medical record from it!
There was a "clam" in the corridor behind him, and the thing came up from downstairs, and the buzzing flies seemed to be playing the long sound of death...