The wife, the middle-aged man, and the drunkard, who had remained silent, all looked where the boy was pointing.

There was a slight noise coming from the end of the dark corridor, and the door handle of one of the rooms trembled slightly, as if something was locked in the room and wanted to get out.

In the eerily quiet residential building, the door lock shook by itself, which made everyone nervous.

"I just saw the leader walking upstairs. There can't be any passengers in the room." The middle-aged man became more and more scared. "I've been to Liwan before. How can I put it? Sometimes you can see things in this place that are hard to explain scientifically."

"for example?"

"You don't want to know about those examples. All we can do is avoid them."

"What if we can't avoid it?" The drunk man leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the depths of the corridor.

"There's no way to avoid them, so just pretend you didn't see them, try to stay normal, and then tell yourself in your mind that this is all just your own psychological effect." The middle-aged man's face turned even paler. He recalled some bad memories, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His face looked extremely bad: "The Liwan I went to was different from the Liwan now. There was no red fog. It seems that something new has happened here."

"Don't scare me, damn it, why do I feel like someone is blowing into my ear, and it seems like there is a woman's voice!" The drunk man suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. The "murderer" who called himself Scissors passed by the entrance of the corridor. Every step he took was accompanied by the sound of two footsteps. His expression was very strange. It was clearly a man's face, but after looking at it for a long time, it felt like the facial features belonged to a woman.

The man did not follow them into the corridor, but walked forward.

"Is he a man? Or a woman?" This strange feeling made the drunk man nervous instantly. He patted the middle-aged man's shoulder and said, "Someone just passed by."

“Is there?” When the middle-aged man looked back, the corridor outside was already covered by blood mist and he could not see anything. “Don’t worry about him. Let’s protect ourselves first.”

Just as I was distracted, the sound of the door handle shaking deep in the corridor disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

The blood mist became thicker, and the surroundings became more gloomy. The sound of wind blowing through the hole could be vaguely heard, which made people feel creepy.

"Has the man inside the door given up?" The drunk man held the handrail of the stairs. He stood at the entrance of the corridor, ready to run out at any time.

"Not necessarily. It's possible that the thing has already run out of the house." The middle-aged man bent down and took out a mobile phone from his pocket. The drunk found that the mobile phone used by the middle-aged man was a model from several years ago.

He adjusted the screen of his mobile phone to the brightest setting and held it in front of him. There seemed to be something new in the dark corridor, but because the distance was too far, he couldn't tell what it was.

"How strange." The middle-aged man nudged the drunk with his elbow: "I think this corridor seems different from before. Come and take a look."

There was a sharp sound of wind blowing past his ears, as if a madman was talking to himself. The drunk took the middle-aged man's phone and looked at it carefully for a while: "It seems that there is really an extra thing."

He took an involuntary step forward, frowning.

The dilapidated ceiling, large pieces of peeling wall paint, closed doors, and all kinds of debris piled up in the corners.

"Huh?" The drunk suddenly looked towards a certain place.

"What did you find?" The middle-aged man came over quickly and looked in the direction the drunk was looking. He didn't see anything unusual there, no ghosts or corpses as he had imagined.

“I’m not sure either. Wait a moment.” The driver returned the phone to the middle-aged man, took out his own phone, and turned on the attached flashlight.

The light was distorted in the blood mist and it was still not clear.

"The door over there made the noise just now." The drunk man tried to suppress his fear and walked forward. He shrunk his neck and held onto the wall with his arms. After taking a few steps, he finally saw the extra object clearly: "A mop?"

There was an extra mop in the corridor, the kind of mop that is very common in life, and I don’t know who threw it there.

"It's just a mop, are you going to scare me to death?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and put the little boy down. His arms felt a little sore.

The drunk also breathed a sigh of relief. He scratched his head embarrassedly: "I was too nervous... But, there seemed to be no mop in the corridor just now?"

"It seems like there was? I can't remember clearly." The middle-aged man and the drunk man stood together, and they continued to look forward with the help of the light from their mobile phones.

The drunk who was about to move forward suddenly stopped in his tracks under the light. He asked the middle-aged man next to him uncertainly, "Was the mop in that position just now? I remember it was in the third room from the last. Why does it feel like it moved one room forward?"

"Really?" The middle-aged man also looked at the mop.

As they both stared at each other, the mop, which was very common in daily life, suddenly moved. The black cloth pieces began to shake, and a human face slowly emerged from underneath!

The drunk and the middle-aged man never expected something like this to happen. Their hands and feet were cold, and before they could react, the mop began to approach rapidly.

When the distance got closer, everyone present could see clearly that it was not a mop at all, but a human head with long hair.

“Run!”

The drunk man grabbed his cell phone and ran away, and the middle-aged man rushed out madly without caring about his wife and children.

The little boy was so frightened that he burst into tears until he was picked up by his mother.

Chaotic footsteps sounded in the building, and the drunk was the first to rush to the corridor entrance. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to go upstairs to find Chen Ge or run out of the building directly.

Looking up through the gap in the stairs, strands of black hair fell on his face, and a pale face was looking down from the handrail on the second floor.

With a scream, he didn't care about anything else and ran outside.

The streets are filled with blood mist, the city is where reality and nightmare are intertwined, and every building looks like a man-eating monster.

With his heart pounding, the drunk man didn't dare to stop. He shouted to the middle-aged man behind him to run over here, then ran and hid in a two-story building next to him.

The door to the yard outside the small building was not closed, and the flowers and plants inside had withered. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a large dog kennel at the innermost part of the yard.

It was built with iron railings and moldy wooden boards, with various bite marks on them.

Apart from the small building that could hide people, the only place left in the yard was the doghouse.

There were constant sounds of footsteps and women's laughter outside. The drunk man's head was a mess and he felt unsafe anywhere.

He hurried to the doghouse and said, "It's very dangerous in the house. We might run into some dirty things. Let's hide here and see what happens."

The drunk held onto the wooden board above the doghouse. He was about to get in, but before he could get his head in, he smelled a pungent odor.