Chapter 65
She couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, and returned to 504 in a daze. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a wooden doll on the living room table. The doll looked like Chen Xi.
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There was silence all around, and the thick fog wrapped people in its arms. It was so quiet that there was no sound at all, and even the road under my feet could not be seen clearly.
His two hands were waving in the thick fog, panic-stricken and without any direction. His throat was so dry that he couldn't speak and could only make "mmm" sounds. The only sounds in his ears were his own rapid breathing and his racing heartbeat. The feeling of unease had already overwhelmed him to the point that he could hardly breathe.
His rapid breathing hit his eardrums, making him completely unable to hear other sounds. There was no clock, no watch, no sun, and he didn't know how much time had passed.
The sky was gloomy, but it had not changed. There was not a cloud in sight, and the thick fog seemed to kill everything around it, leaving no room for any life.
I looked up but couldn't see the moon, and looked down but couldn't see any shadow. I only felt my steps getting heavier and my breathing becoming heavier.
After a long time, he vaguely saw a road, and some light finally flashed in his numb eyes.
As long as there is a way, you can survive.
He walked along the asphalt road. The thick fog around him seemed to begin to dissipate, the road began to become clear, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Da da da."
"Da da da."
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded behind him. The other party was coming with great momentum. The sound seemed to be getting closer and louder in the fog. He suddenly stopped thinking and didn't know what he was thinking. He immediately ran, using all his strength to run along the road, determined to survive.
"Da da da."
The sound echoed in his mind, the rhythm became more and more rapid, but he gradually lost strength. He saw his speed slowing down little by little. His heart collapsed before his body, and tears fell in the fog.
He just kept running forward, but the fear in his heart forced him to look back over and over again, but he could see nothing.
When he looked back again, he found himself running headfirst into a door. He was instantly awakened and forced himself to stop. His head had already lost control and moved ahead of his body, knocking the door open with a "bang".
The old wooden door creaked with a sound like the voice of an old grandmother, sharp and piercing, which startled his tense nerves.
The tapping sound behind him stopped at this moment. The other party didn't seem to intend to approach the house, which made him feel relieved for a moment.
Turning around to look back, he found that the back of him was once again covered by thick fog, and now there were only him and this unknown house.
It was pitch black inside the door and I couldn't see anything.
"Go inside."
A voice came from his mind, as if being controlled. The voice merged into his consciousness and drove him in as if possessed.
After taking two steps into the door, I heard a creaking sound, a gust of wind blew behind me, and then there was a loud bang, and the door closed.
The noise was so loud that it made people panic. Their hearts were pounding, their facial features were twisted together, and their faces looked extremely ugly. They turned around quickly and immediately regretted it. They grabbed the door handle with both hands and shook the wooden door violently, but found that the wooden door did not move at all, as if it was locked tightly from the outside.
In the room behind him, the door was suddenly knocked, and the thing inside punched the wooden door again and again. Both hands tightly grasped the handle and shook it violently, followed by a sharp scream.
It was a female voice.
The woman gave up after trying in vain. But the next second, she heard a sharp scraping sound, as if the woman's long, sharp nails were scratching on the door, over and over again. A bright red liquid oozed out of the gap at the bottom of the door. After another burst of screaming and yelling, the woman suddenly calmed down.
He leaned against the wooden door nervously, his throat moving up and down nervously, his eyes fixed on the door, his scalp tingling, as if the woman was going to rush out of the room in the next second.
“Hehe—hahaha—ahhh—”
A strange sound suddenly came to his ears through the wooden door. The other party seemed to be close to his back. He froze on the spot, turned around and stepped back repeatedly, fell to the ground in panic, and cried "woooo" from his mouth.
With his hands on the floor, he kept backing away. Suddenly, his palm touched a piece of liquid. His whole body was shocked. The nerves in his mind suddenly tensed up. He raised his hand in a daze. His hand was covered with blood-red liquid. The scene stimulated his nerves and overlapped with the long-lost memories in his mind. It flashed before his eyes in an instant.
"ah!"
Fear broke through the limits of the body, and the dry throat screamed, scaring all the "living things" in the room.
The strange noise outside the door suddenly disappeared, a dark shadow flashed past the old-fashioned glass window, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
"Find something and run out."
That voice echoed in my mind again.
He seemed to be awakened by the sound and began to look for something in the house that could help him escape.
Finally found a flashlight in the drawer.
He couldn't wait to turn on the flashlight, but the light was unstable and flickered constantly, almost blinding him.
A human face suddenly flashed before his eyes. The face was bent over with its head lowered. The head was turned 180 degrees on its neck, and a pair of pale and terrifying eyes met his sight.
His mouth was wide open, his face was thin, his eyeballs and cheeks were sunken, without a trace of blood, with a few wisps of hair hanging. There was a bloody hole in his wide-open mouth, and half of his tongue was cut off, and he was screaming horribly.
“Ahhhhhh!”
The flashlight was immediately thrown away and hit the ground with a "bang". The light was aimed at the person's face. The light flickered twice and stabilized. He looked at the position again, but found that there was nothing. Only then did he dare to reach out to take back the flashlight, holding it tightly, and walked into the corridor in front of him.
On the left is a room with the door still closed, and on the right is a staircase leading to the second floor.
Thinking of the female voice in the next room just now, his heart trembled and he immediately chose to go upstairs.
The wooden staircase creaked, as if announcing his arrival to whatever was upstairs.
In a corner of the ceiling, a spider as big as a human head was lying, its red eyeballs rolling around, just meeting the light of the flashlight. The spider's mouth corners moved slightly, and it opened its bloody mouth towards him.
He immediately turned off the lights, held his breath, blended into the darkness, and moved forward quietly.
However, he kicked an unknown object in the middle of the movement and fell directly to the ground. He did not feel any pain, but a disgusting smell of rottenness and thick dust filled his nose. The ground beneath him was soft, and there was a layer of something between him and the floor.
Turning on the flashlight again, he saw a corpse lying in front of him. Half of the face looked like it had been bitten by something and had begun to rot. Dense white insects were wriggling in the flesh and blood, drilling into every inch of the flesh and tearing every piece of human skin.
The bug seemed to dislike eating eyeballs. The left eyeball rolled down in front of him, the right eye was bloodshot, and its mouth was wide open, looking horrified in death.
I accidentally touched the hand of a corpse, but found that the limbs had already turned into skin and bones, and there was no trace of the flesh and blood under the skin.
He quickly climbed up from the corpse, but was suddenly grabbed by a hand by his trouser leg. He broke out in a cold sweat and lost his voice on the spot.
Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead. He glanced at his feet and saw a headless corpse lying there. He could also see a clear broken neck, with blood trickling out. The broken surface was not smooth, and there were two blurry blood holes at the lower part of the neck. The fingertips of the corpse were still moving. Before he could react, another hand suddenly grabbed him with great strength, as if desperately asking for help, and approached him tremblingly.
He hurriedly raised his legs and shook them violently, but he couldn't get rid of the hands. He gritted his teeth, bent down, stretched out his hands, and forcibly pulled the hands away.
The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, gradually stopped moving, and fainted on the spot.
There was a rustling sound coming from the room in front of me, and the door opened quietly.
He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. The flashlight trembled slightly. His legs were nailed to the spot and his whole body could not move. His eyes were fixed on the open door. His heart was beating in his throat and he did not dare to move the light towards the door.
With the faint light from the corner of my eye, I could only hear a rustling sound getting closer. The object stopped at the door and there was no movement for a long time, making it difficult to see clearly.
Finally, he bravely pointed the flashlight towards the door, and a face appeared clearly in front of him. The person was lying on the ground, with dark skin and abnormal purple-red lips. A pair of large, pale eyes stared at him, and his hair was messy.
Then, the human face approached on its own initiative, and the rustling sound was heard again. The original human body turned into a snake body, and under the human head, the thick and long body meandered forward and rushed straight towards him.
His legs were stiff and unable to move, and a faint, urgent whimper came from his throat. A head rushed towards him, and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, just avoiding it.
He regained consciousness in an instant, dragging his uncontrollable legs and running down the stairs, with heads pressing on behind him. He looked up and saw a door open in front of him. Without waiting for a thought, he immediately stumbled into the door, closed it in a hurry, and merged into the darkness again.
The door was slammed violently, and a piece of dust was shaken off the lime wall, falling on the floor with a rustling sound. After several noises, silence returned.
After making sure the doorman's things were gone, he turned around and turned on the flashlight. On the stool in front of him was a man sitting with his back to him. His black hair was disheveled, and his clothes were tattered and stained with blood.
The face he had seen in the living room suddenly came back to his mind. He was immediately frightened. His throat moved slightly, and he urgently closed his eyes, turned the light away from the person, and tremblingly muttered,
"I didn't mean to barge in. If you can't see me, you can't see me."
Behind him, where he couldn't see, the man turned quietly, looked at the man who was facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes with a dull expression, and approached silently.
Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder. His body shook and he dared not move at all. He was suddenly turned over by the hand, and saw a bloody mouth wide open, as if it could bite off his head in one bite. A pair of white teeth and sharp fangs appeared in front of him, with blood and flesh stuck in the gaps between the teeth. There were pieces of wet blood hanging on the corners of his mouth and chest. A drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell on his chest.
"ah!"
Instinct gave him unprecedented strength. He broke free from the bloody claws of the "man" in an instant, rushed to the door, and pushed it open. He didn't care about what was outside, broke through the door, and rushed out.
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