Chapter 46 Locking the Door

At this moment, Lin Han's despair almost overwhelmed him.

This floor only has the "Horror High" theme scene, and the remaining six are not on this floor, so it is normal to place the keys to the two door locks in two places.

The receptionist who never leaves this floor is naturally the most suitable person to hold this key.

The key that Lin Han was looking for was not in the cabinet on the left, but on the right side where he was trying to avoid it.

He knew that he had made the wrong choice, and that this wrong choice would soon push him into an irretrievable situation.

Also delayed with him was Wen, who was in danger with him.

He might even die before Lin Han, and then it will be his turn.

This despair and guilt broke through Lin Han's psychological defenses in a very short time, causing him to tightly grasp the key in his hand. The uneven serrations left purple bruises on his palm and almost pierced his skin.

When he was alone, he hesitated and would not make up his mind until disaster struck. When he was hanging on the conveyor belt, Lin Han waited and waited, and when he finally saw a dead end, he was so cruel that he dared to break free, even at the risk of bleeding and severe pain, but it was too late by then.

It was Yin Yue who saved him and gave him a chance to survive.

Lin Han knew it very well.

He has always been aware of his cowardice and the mistakes he made before, but he still knowingly commits them.

There was no difference between the approaching meat grinder and the pressing door handle; they were both dangers that Lin Han watched approaching him.

Then he looked towards the door, and he saw Wen turned his head.

There was no extra expression on Wen's face, no "questioning" or "doubt", his lips were still tightly bound by black lines, Lin Han's trance made him look like he was pursing his lips tightly, a little unhappy.

It’s normal to be unhappy, Lin Han thought.

His hand relaxed, and the key made a slight clinking sound in his palm before falling to the ground.

He was going to pick it up, although there seemed to be no point in picking it up. He didn't know what to do for a moment, but before bending down, he saw Wen Chao raised his chin towards the counter.

Then Lin Han ran towards the cabinet that he had not opened.

Wen's door was not open yet, and his door was not open yet either.

He just took the wrong path along the way. He should have continued on the planned path.

"guest..."

The woman was still searching in confusion. Like every time before, her nails were scratching the cabinet door blocking her way. Although it was very light, after such a long time, shallow marks had been left on the door. Maybe one day, she would be able to go out, but this time, her hands missed.

The cabinet door was opened.

The young man kneeling in front of the door had a pale face, but his eyes were slightly red. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat on his face. From his forehead to his chin, drops of turbid and cold liquid dripped onto the ground and mixed into the small puddle of water.

Lin Han's breathing was trembling, and the strong fishy smell of water enveloped him, but he didn't want to vomit. He suddenly became very brave.

"I want a key." He reached out towards the cabinet.

In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly. His vision was sometimes blurry and sometimes confused. He looked into the cabinet and could only see white, pink and black mixed together, like a bucket of paint that had not been mixed evenly.

His imagination drew eyes, mouth and nose in it.

His imagination was moving.

The cabinet was so full that nothing could fit in. Only a hand slowly fell down and fell into Lin Han's hand.

"Sir..." The woman's voice was soft and gentle. "Sir, is this the key you want?"

The flat hand was slightly opened, cold and slippery, and the pink nails gently scratched Lin Han's palm, and a key emerged from between the fingers.

There was no tape, no dirt, it was shiny from being soaked in water, and the cold metal almost froze Lin Han's hands.

Everything around was cooling down. The breath Lin Han exhaled turned into white mist. He knelt on the ground. The small puddle of water soaked through his trouser legs and formed into fine pieces of ice, fixing him in place.

So heavy.

It's not the weight of the key, it's the hand that's getting heavier.

It gradually became fuller, turning into a woman's slender hand, with milky white skin without a single blemish, but it gradually developed flaws. The weight of the body was leaning towards this hand, stretching it bigger and bigger, leaving pink lines where the skin was torn, and stretching the pink nails so white that they could not even bend.

Like a rubber glove filled with water and about to explode.

The woman's head stretched out, her voice still soft and gentle: "Guest..."

Lin Han put his other hand on the hand that was almost as big as it could be. The body temperature of this hand was absorbed in an instant. Goose bumps appeared on Lin Han's arm and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Have you figured it out?" Lin Han asked softly, "I'll help you."

He looked like he was about to fall, but he still forced himself to kneel there. His bent back could hardly support his lowered head, and the white air he exhaled from his mouth condensed into frost on his eyelashes.

It was still cold around, but the woman stopped moving.

She opened her sunken mouth, her head had collapsed, and she couldn't say anything, but her eyes, which were almost losing their moisture, stared at Lin Han, not moving away for a second.

Lin Han repeated with a trembling voice: "If you want to get out, I will help you get out."

He said it a second time, and a third time.

The woman didn't speak.

She just stared at Lin Han quietly, and suddenly two tears flowed from her eyes.

The weight pressing on Lin Han's hand disappeared, and the cold key lay quietly in the palm of Lin Han's hand, without the previous biting coldness.

The woman shrank back into the closet. Her movements were slow, but she did retreat.

Her hands became flat as they were at the beginning, her face was filled out again, her eye sockets were higher, only the tip of her nose was still flat, but you could tell she was a young woman, and there was a small patch of freckles under her eyes.

She looked at Lin Han, her bright eyes blinked, and her eye sockets were filled with tears, clean and transparent tears.

She grinned, and pink liquid still flowed from her nose and into her mouth. She still smiled and said, "Guest... I won't go out... I'm out."

There was a "bang" sound not far away. Lin Han looked over subconsciously. It was the door that made the loud noise. The ghost in the door was about to rush out. Wen could hardly stop it, and the door handle was about to turn.

Lin Han stood up and ran towards the door holding the key.

As he ran he heard a small sound beside him.

"Guest...thank you..."

The last word was as vague as a sigh, but Lin Han had no time to look back.

The ghost in the door was making so much noise that the door and the door handle were shaking. Its only remaining eye was staring at Lin Han, or to be more precise, at the silver key in Lin Han's hand. Realizing that this key would prevent it from getting out, it gradually became crazy, and even Lin Han was hostile to it.

Perhaps because of its restlessness, the door handle was almost turned to the bottom and the door was about to be pushed open, but for some reason Wen did, a burst of heat came out of his hand as if boiling. Lin Han, who was running closer, soon smelled the smell of burning flesh, and then the door handle was forcibly turned back a little.

The ghost became even crazier when he saw this.

It slammed its head against the seemingly fragile glass, opened its mouth wide, and the already rotten flesh fell off in pieces, revealing the white broken bones, and then it bit down hard.

Human teeth, rotten and pus-oozing gums, and maggots crawling out of the throat all filled Lin Han's eyes.

There was a sharp sound of glass being scraped against it in my ears. The two rows of teeth bit off a layer of glass shards from the glass, even making a notch. The reflective shards pierced into the flesh, and blood and broken bones exploded all over the glass in white and yellow.

The next second, scarlet pupils appeared at the gap and pushed outward.

The smell of blood and stench rushed out from the tiny hole, and the oppressed flesh and blood splattered outward. Lin Han could hardly open his eyes.

But he had already reached the door, Wen was beside him, and Lin Han tried to insert the key with trembling hands. He held it tightly so that the key would not fall, but the door was shaking more violently than he was, so he could not align the keyhole accurately.

The sound of breaking glass became louder and louder. The deformed head poked out from the broken glass, with almost all the skin scraped off, leaving only the white bones. The sharp sound of bones scraping against the glass made Lin Han's forehead twitch and his ears buzz.

The ghost was only two centimeters away from him, as if it was about to bite him on the face.

“Click.”

“Click.”

The key turned twice.

Everything stopped.

The door is locked.

The roaring sound beside his ears disappeared, and the whole world suddenly became quiet. It took Lin Han a long time to hear the crackling sound of electricity from the lights on the ceiling of the hall.

The lights came on again.

The key in Lin Han's hand disappeared, and an invisible barrier replaced it, radiating from the keyhole, dividing everything into two sides, inside and outside. The door turned into a brand new and intact door, and the glass on it was so clean that there was not even a fingerprint.

The half of the ghost's head that broke free from the glass fell on Lin Han's shoulder, bounced, and rolled to the ground. The intact eyeball rolled especially far and seemed to move, but was stepped on by the sole of a shoe the next second, with a "puff" sound as if stepping on a balloon.

Wen raised his foot, rubbed it on the ground beside him, and turned to look at Lin Han.

Lin Han squatted on the ground, looking like he had been dug out from a pile of corpses. He was soaked in red and white. His face was almost blue with fear. He swayed back and forth, and it seemed like he was about to faint in the next second.

He hadn't recovered from the crisis yet, and he just stared at Wen's hand in a daze.

Wen's hand was torn off the door handle, and blood splashed all over Lin Han's face when it was torn open. His palms and fingertips were covered in blood, and blood was dripping down as he walked.

"Your hand..." Lin Han almost lost his voice when he opened his mouth, and it took him a while to find some hoarse tones in his throat.

Wen shook his head, raised his hand, palm up, and handed it to Lin Han to see. The flesh on the bleeding wound was bulging, and was vaguely covered with an almost invisible film, which was gradually turning white under Lin Han's gaze.

It looked a bit disgusting, but it gave Lin Han a good news: Wen's wound was healing.

Lin Han breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his head as if completely relaxed, fell back and leaned against the door.