The elevator climbed slowly, and the vertical light could not make Jiang Ji feel at ease.
She was pressed so closely against the invisible zombies that she always felt as if she too was stained with the smell of decay.
The advertising cloth under my feet was a marketing propaganda piece for an apartment complex, which emphasized the slogan "solidarity and mutual assistance". There was also a photo of the residents standing in front of the apartment door. The men and women smiled with eight teeth showing, their tongues coated with scarlet fur, and their black-covered eyes and pale skin looked particularly eerie.
The cabin was depressing, dull and dead silent.
There were crowds of people in the blurry reflections. The zombies were very close to each other, swaying rhythmically as if they were having a party.
The pressure in her internal organs became more and more severe, but her skin and clothes had no dents or wrinkles. Jiang Ji even suspected that her internal organs were bleeding, and the physical condition on the attribute panel began to drop.
-0.5, -0.5, -0.5…
The health bar, which was shorter than the lifeline in her palm, quickly dropped to 16.
Fortunately, the public kitchen is on the 14th floor, not the 40th floor.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to hold on to this spoonful of blood.
A taste of rust rushed into Jiang Ji's mouth. She showed no discomfort and her breathing rate was not sluggish. She hinted to herself in her heart.
She can't see anything.
She can't see anything.
She can't see anything...
According to the strange rules of digging pits, this 03 elevator reflected the figures of zombies. When Jiang Ji ran into the elevator in a panic, he looked up and suddenly saw the screen showing "Full" and the reflection of the crowded elevator. It would be difficult for most people not to scream and panic.
This is a human instinctive reaction and it is difficult to avoid.
This 03 elevator does not normally exist, and no one can guarantee how long it will exist or what medium it will appear in.
Jiang Ji is now riding this elevator and cannot get off halfway, and there is no guarantee that if she behaves abnormally or screams to break this false calm, she will disappear along with the elevator.
Wait until next time.
It is not certain whether it is a passenger elevator or a freight elevator.
Jiang Ji pretended to look up with curiosity and observed the graffiti on the ceiling of the car, which seemed to depict a scene.
A group of monsters with terrifyingly large heads, sharp mouths and fangs, led by their leader, demolished a towering iron tower.
A Buddha statue was erected where the tower fell.
The Buddha statue has a compassionate look on its face, with a slightly curved lip corner containing a sarcastic smile.
Jiang Ji observed carefully. The leader of the monster in the front of the bloody graffiti suddenly turned his huge head and his eyelash-less eyes met hers.
Jiang Ji was mentally prepared and was not frightened.
As the monster leader moved on the ceiling like a shadow puppet on a curtain, the blood that had long dried became wet and was pulled by a force to gather above Jiang Ji's head and aim at her eyes.
Inside the car, the dancing zombies raised their heads one after another, and the monsters in the graffiti all looked straight at Jiang Ji.
“…”
It's a psychological confrontation.
In such a quiet environment, people are like frightened birds, and every tree and grass is an enemy. Any slight movement will reveal their flaws.
Jiang Ji raised her head without any strange expression, her dark eyes never blinked at all, and the drop of blood passed through her eyeball and disappeared.
After looking for a while, she withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened. When the elevator reached the seventh floor, her attention returned to another perspective.
In the public kitchen, Chu Xiuning's technique of sewing a head was many times more skillful than his technique of unpacking butter. His slender fingers did not have the slightest bit of human blood, and his nails were neatly trimmed, very clean and tidy, which was a feast for the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room.
[So beautiful! Isn’t my husband really an artist? ]
[He knows so much about the human body structure and carries a scalpel with him. He must be a doctor, right?]
[Be optimistic, maybe he is a murderer. ]
[If that's the case, my husband and I should have a lot in common. Please send your head to me after you die! ]
[As if I felt the beauty of flesh and bones, I decided that I would save enough money to buy a human skin! ]
[Why bother with all this, @program crew, if your wife dies, can you give me her skin? If we round it up, my husband and I will be a couple.]
When suturing a ghost, one does not have to worry about bleeding and the sterile environment, and the process is very fast. The resident of Room 2601 moved his neck, and the wrinkled skin unfolded, but he looked at Chu Xiuning with inexplicable fear.
The aura from that scalpel was unusually cold. Besides, how could an ordinary scalpel cut off the strange head so easily?
Without the cover of his glasses, the silver-haired man's light eyes were as calm as before, like a vampire walking in a foggy and rainy night looking for his target.
The resident of Room 2601 couldn't help but shiver.
It said that there couldn't be any normal people in the apartment! How could someone cut off someone's head over a disagreement and call it a demonstration of anatomical aesthetics!
Pervert! Absolutely a pervert!
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but the ghost always feels that something is strange after his head returns to his neck, and his field of vision seems to have become lower.
Chu Xiuning's eyes fell on the neck of the resident of 2601.
The stitches were almost invisible. He nodded with satisfaction and saw the half-opened butter on the table. He remembered something and said, "It seems that I wasted too much time stitching you just now. It's a bit too late...
You should know how to use these electrical appliances, right? "
[Rule 7: The temperature and time scales of some electrical appliances are worn out. To avoid wasting food, please pay attention to controlling the time and heat. ]
He had just moved into the apartment and was not familiar with the electrical appliances, and the food ingredients were limited. If he broke something once, the mission would definitely fail.
There were all kinds of tools on the countertop of 2601 resident. It was obvious that he was a frequent visitor to the kitchen. Chu Xiuning's eyes returned to his empty hands, "But you don't have hands, so you probably can't help..."
Resident 2061 quickly responded: "I can, I can!"
New World Apartments, elevator entrance on the 14th floor.
Jiang Ji could hardly wait to get out of the elevator. Her physical fitness had dropped to 10 points. At half health, her speed also dropped. She dragged her heavy steps towards the kitchen.
[Here it comes, here it comes! Is my wife coming? 】
[Will the husband deviate from the setting and kill his beloved wife? ]
[Don't throw away the wife you killed, bring her to the lottery! I want to eat my wife's beautiful eyes, they must be very soft and juicy! ]
Jiang Ji also saw the scarlet liquid flowing out of the kitchen, and his expression became a little strange: "Hey, is it here? Why is there so much blood?"
The figure in the kitchen seemed to be hurt by the sound in the corridor. The black mist around him dissipated a little, and the blood red in his eyes faded. He raised his voice in panic:
"Wait, it's a bit messy in there, don't come in yet!"
Jiang Ji obediently stopped at the door, and marveled in his heart, what an acting skill.
Chu Xiuning's setting is [You love your wife very much, and you are willing to give everything for her]. When he sees his wife, his love will break through the control of the yellow raincoat and return to the way he loves his wife the most.
I didn't expect this guy to establish his character so quickly.
After waiting for two or three minutes, that magnetic and gentle voice sounded again: "It's packed, come in, it's almost done."