Late at night, West Building.
The flower-armed man collapsed in the room, buried his head in a deep sleep, and the sound of snoring resounded throughout the room.
But his younger brother, Huang Mao, seemed a little frightened.
"Brother, is it really okay for us to just fall asleep like this? I heard from those people that they often heard movement outside the window and knocking on the door at night!"
Huangmao asked worriedly.
The flower-armed man who was half asleep and half awake stretched out his hand to scratch his greasy bald head, and then hummed impatiently: "What are you worried about? You will never do anything wrong in your life, and you will not be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."
Huang Mao forced a smile: "But big brother... we two used to do petty theft, burglary and so on, so it's not like we didn't do anything wrong, just in case..."
Both of them are professional thieves, and sometimes they bully elementary school students and collect some protection fees. This time, they just want to step in the community and find the next target for theft.
"Don't embarrass me!" The flower-armed man showed his big brother demeanor, and opened his mouth to curse, "Those people are alarmist, because they are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, so they startled and frightened themselves."
"You are with me, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and sleep, I am tired all day!"
Humming, the flower-armed man muttered and fell asleep again: "Baby bastard, why worry so much..."
Seeing that his elder brother fell asleep again, Huang Mao didn't dare to yell anymore, so he had to make a bed on the floor, and huddled in the bed muttering: "You are so tired! I did all the work... I cleaned the windows all day, You are so tired that your back hurts and you don’t speak, why are you yelling about nothing?”
He didn't dare to speak loudly, so he could only curse a few words behind his back, and fell asleep even after cursing.
In the middle of the night, while Huang Mao was sleeping, he felt a little noisy voice in his ears.
The dragon rustled, like the sound of hair rubbing against the floor.
He murmured in his dream, turned around and continued to sleep, but unexpectedly, his palm touched something cold.
It was smooth and cold, and felt like a woman's long hair.
Huangmao shuddered and woke up immediately.
The hazy moonlight is lightly sprinkled through the window.
With this faint moonlight, Huang Mao saw that the original pink walls in the room seemed to be constantly changing and twisting.
The hair-like blood, as if alive, continued to extend from the wall, slid past him coldly, and went straight to the bed.
As for the flower-armed man who was sleeping on the bed and snoring all the time, he didn't move at this time.
There was such a dead silence in the room that a needle could be heard falling.
The blood thread quietly bypassed the bewildered yellow hair, continuously penetrated into the body of the man with flower arms, and entangled layer after layer.
Soon, a human-shaped "cocoon" appeared on the bed.
Huang Mao was paralyzed on the ground, looking at everything in front of him tremblingly, feeling that his crotch pants were wet, and a smell of urine came from under him.
Although those bloodshots didn't hurt him, it was the first time in his life that he saw such a strange scene in front of him.
Horror, bloody, but quietly devouring a human life.
Finally, Huang Mao, who seemed to have reached the limit of his endurance and came back to his senses, screamed with a trembling voice: "Help, help... Killer!"
"Murder, someone is dead!" He shouted like crazy, and then, regardless of any rules, he opened the door directly, crawled out of the room, and tried his best to stay away from that human-shaped "cocoon".
He smelled of urine, his nose was full of tears, and he knocked on all the doors on this floor in a hurry, screaming for help: "Help, there are ghosts! There are ghosts and monsters in my room..."
Most of the residents who were knocked on the door ignored his cries for help, and only one family quietly opened the door.
The door of the room was opened a crack, and an eye leaked out from behind the door, staring coldly at the panic-stricken yellow hair.
But Huang Mao didn't care, pushed open the door, grabbed the apartment resident behind the door, and shouted indiscriminately: "Monster, monster, dead..."
The resident is a white-haired, thin old man.
The old man opened his cloudy white eyes and looked up and down at the tearful yellow hair. After a while, he opened his mouth full of sparse yellow teeth and asked with a smile, "Why did you come here alone?"
Huang Mao limp on the ground, tremblingly said: "My elder brother is dead, killed by a monster, bloodshot monster..."
Unexpectedly, the old man whom he asked for help suddenly tensed up: "He was lazy during the day and didn't work?"
Huang Mao nodded blankly.
The old man's eyes gradually became greedy: "Are you lazy during the day too?"
"No, no! I didn't, I was working all the time, so that monster let me go..." Sensing that there was something wrong with the yellow hair, he shook his head hastily and stepped back tentatively.
Seeing that he was about to leave the room, the old man grabbed his wrist, his greedy eyes were clearly exposed, and sharp teeth gradually grew out of his mouth: "You are not lazy, but you disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night."
An ominous premonition drove away the previous fear and reoccupied Huang Mao's heart.
As soon as he got angry, he kicked the old man violently, and shouted: "Damn old man! What are you doing grabbing my arm, let me go!"
It's a pity that the old man's thin body was like an iron tower, and when Huang Mao kicked it up, he felt that he had kicked an iron plate.
The old man's hand was still like a vice, firmly clamping Huang Mao's arm, with increasing strength, he dragged him into the depths of his room little by little.
"Young man, your tone of voice is not polite!" the old man said with a smile, but the fangs in his mouth grew longer and longer, aiming at the yellow hair's neck...
"boom!"
The door is closed.
Huangmao's screams came from the house one after another, but it became weaker and weaker, and it didn't take long for it to be completely silent.
The floor returned to silence again, only a pool of blood seeped from under the old man's door.
The smell of blood began to permeate.
The next day, everyone came out of the room.
When the others saw Shen and Yu coming out of the east building intact, their eyes lit up.
Only the man with glasses saw the two of them, and the satisfied smile on his face suddenly froze, and then he quietly squeezed the key in his hand.
Living in the east building is indeed not fatal, and living alone in the room does not constitute a condition for death.
His previous theory has indeed been completely overturned.
But soon, others discovered that the flower-armed man and the yellow-haired man who complained the most were gone.
With an ominous premonition, everyone went again to the room where the two stayed last night.
When the door was opened, everyone was shocked.
In the room of the flower-armed man, blood-red silk threads were layer upon layer, extending from the walls and ceiling, almost filling the entire room.
These streaks of blood are thinner than hair, and the dark red color exudes a vicious aura.
There were no two people in the room, but people found a "cocoon" wrapped in layers on the single bed, barely maintaining a human shape.
From the point of view of body shape, it looks like a thick and flower-armed man.
Everyone didn't dare to touch those bloodshots lightly, but Shen Yu walked around lightly and picked up the black book that the man with the flower arm had dropped on the ground.
He turned the pages.
[Thirteen brave cleaners step into the pink apartment.]
[The bare head is the laziest, he doesn't want to do anything. So he pushed all his work to his companion Ah Huang.][How can someone so lazy survive in an apartment?]
[The pink apartment was furious. She felt that she hadn't been cleaned and her body was very dirty, so she sneaked into the room at night and wrapped her bare head.][She wants to punish the bald soul and clean up for her forever.][So, the story of the bare head is over.]
Shen Yu closed the book with a complex expression.
"Bare head" refers to the man with flower arms, and "Ah Huang" is the younger brother with yellow hair.
The cause of the flower-armed man's death should be that he was lazy yesterday and pushed all the cleaning work to his younger brother, thus violating the rules of the apartment.
But what Shen Yu cares about is why the "pink apartment" mentioned in the black book is referred to by "she"
Moreover, the monsters in the apartment were the ones who killed Boss Qian and Xu Tingting the night before, but the pink apartment itself was the one who killed last night
Does Pink Apartment have a personality, and this personality is a woman
Thinking to himself, he handed the black book in his hand to Anonymous beside him.
After seeing the above story, Anonymous really frowned.
On the other hand, the man with glasses and the bald man were still not interested in the novice's book. They just looked around and shouted loudly, "One died, but what about the other?"
Where did the yellow hair go
Shen Yu glanced around for a week, then walked towards the door: "The younger brother of the deceased took on all the cleaning work, so he should not be killed by these bloodshots, but he will inevitably not be frightened. So last night he must have been excited and ran out of the house." room."
"Run away? Violating the rules, I'm afraid something will happen." The bald man gave a "tsk" and said as if watching a joke, "After all, he's not a novelist, he's just an 'audience', he's as timid as a mouse!"
"Some people, as novelists, are still veterans, and they may not be useful. What clues have they found so far?" The short-haired girl sneered coolly beside her.
The bald man was instantly fired up: "Little girl, what do you mean?"
The short-haired girl smiled coldly: "literally."
"You...you..." The bald man blushed with anger.
He seems to want to be tough, but his own strength does not seem to be high.
He usually taunts the audience and pretends to be okay in front of newcomers, but the short-haired girl is also a veteran, and the bald man is afraid that he will not be able to beat him, so he finally chooses to swallow his anger and silently persuade him.
The short-haired girl squinted at him again, and then looked at Da Zhuang who was following him: "Some people seem to be good people, but they are scum. Some people seem to be very strong, but they may also regard you as cannon fodder in their hearts. In short It is better to ask others than to ask yourself, and it is necessary to be careful in everything.”
Her words scolded both the man with glasses and the bald man at the same time.
The faces of the two of them suddenly changed.
On the contrary, Da Zhuang, who was secretly reminded by her, had a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know if he didn't understand, or he understood but didn't believe it.
The short-haired girl has amazing fighting power, and she obviously intends to protect the newcomers. Two of the three veterans in the apartment were scolded by her, but they couldn't do anything to her.
On the contrary, Shen Yu is also an "expert" in the eyes of others, and there is a weak-looking child by his side, but he has never been scolded by short-haired girls.
Did she see through her novice identity, or...
Shen Yu looked down at Unknown beside him, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
Last night, the short-haired girl's eyes stayed on Unknown's body longer than looking at herself.
Just when he was thinking secretly, Anonymous seemed to have sensed something, raised his head, and glanced at him.
The eyes of the two met again in the air.
This time, it was Shen Yu who took the lead to look away.
"ah!"
At this moment, among the crowd looking for the yellow hair in front, someone suddenly screamed.
Shen Yu and the two leaned forward, and saw a pool of blood that hadn't completely dried up in front of a tightly closed door.
Shen Yu looked up at the closed doors of the apartment residents, and at the blood stains under his feet, and sighed silently in his heart.
It seems that the yellow hair is also bad luck.
There were thirteen people who entered the apartment originally, but now it's only the third day, and there are only nine people left.
Four of them are "audience" and five are "novelists".
Among novelists, only I am a real novice.
Probably aware of Shen Yu's momentary depression, Anonymous at the side glanced at him thoughtfully, stepped forward and gently shook his palm.
At this time, the caretaker in the apartment building walked slowly again, found them unshakably, and started a new round of key recovery.
But this time, after she took back the key, she stared straight at Shen Yu with her cloudy eyes covered with white shades.
"It's been the third day." She said hoarsely, "You said you would kill those escaped... pets and bring back their bodies."
Shen Yu spread his hands at her, smiled and said, "Next time."
Admin: "…"
Judging by the expression on the old lady's face, she seemed to be so angry that she was almost drawn away.
After a long while, the administrator regained his demeanor, glanced at everyone gloomyly, and said, "The whole apartment must be cleaned within five days."
"Your time is running out."