The old man in the doorkeeper is called Wang Dongzhi, a retired veteran.

Because he had been on the battlefield, he would inevitably suffer from post-war trauma symptoms after retreating. He was tortured by this symptoms for several years, but he tossed and turned at night but could not relieve the horror of this depression.

His normal life was even a torture.

So whenever he has symptoms, he will take medicine quickly and play a piece of steel gun martial arts to calm his excitement.

When I was taking medicine two days ago, I accidentally tripped by the door frame and fell into the ground. I didn't get helped up until someone discovered him.

Because there was not much savings, I didn't go to the hospital.

In fact, going to the hospital is just a few problems.

He knew what his body looked like. Not to mention the trauma of holes, it must be countless hidden injuries, not fatal injuries, but they will accompany you throughout your life.

After waking up from the air, he had a special love for sweets. After taking medicine, he would put the candy cubes in his mouth.

Today, someone complained that someone was disturbing the people upstairs, so the old man went upstairs with a flashlight.

But because of some personal reasons, I seemed to have read it wrong, so I came to the 14th floor and saw the newly moved young man.

The young man told him that it was the movement made from the upstairs, and he himself was not tired of it.

The old man suddenly realized that he had walked on the wrong floor. I don’t know when it started, but I always felt confused and swaying. In the afternoon, I felt a lot of nosebleeds.

Perhaps it is because of anemia that the protein in your body has dropped sharply, which makes you feel hypoglycemia.

After all, I went upstairs, and the nosebleed in my nose was flowing down my nose without being controlled.

The old man who stopped in the middle of the corridor touched his nose, and his hands were covered in blood, and he even felt an unstoppable feeling. The old man's black pupils spread like ink, and in an instant the whites of his eyes were dyed black.

The pure black eyes are watery.

A strange smile appeared on the boss's face, the curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, gradually pulling to the base of his ears, and scarlet blood flowed out of the loose teeth.

Blood covered his mouth and nose, mixed with unknown internal organ fragments, scarlet and black.

In addition to his nosebleed, another voice of his own echoed in his mind.

"Accept me. As long as you accept me, all the diseases will disappear and you will return to the battlefield you want to return to."

The old man suddenly turned around and seemed to have a mirror in front of him, and there was a person exactly like him on the other side.

With a strange smile, he looked at himself calmly in front of him with pure black eyes.

Behind me is the battlefield, with guns and bullets, soldiers fighting, killing, bloody, and it is also very pleasant and pleasant.

The old man lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but black veins appeared on his body, twisting and twisting.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

A deep voice came, and Wang Dongzhi suddenly woke up. A child holding a doll opposite him was pulling his security suit and looking at him with a strange look on his face.

The black in the eyes of the old guardian disappeared, and the veins on his body disappeared, and he showed a reluctant smile: "Go home quickly, the old man is just a little tired."

"Uncle, are you okay?" The child holding the toy showed a worried look in his eyes and looked at Wang Dongzhi with grievance.

"It's okay, the uncle is just a little tired, hurry up and go home."

"Dongdong, come back soon, don't disturb the master's work."

The child named Dongdong turned around three times in one step, but in the end his mother called him back.

"Go and go."

He sent the child home and walked to the entrance of the corridor to hold the wall with his arm on his back, and his face twisted: "It seems that something really happened, what is that thing!"

"Is it a sequelae of battlefield trauma?"

"It doesn't seem like..." Huhu gasped, but it seemed that there was nothing except such a huge physical burden.

The other party was just constantly bewitching Wang Dongzhi and him.

Wang Dong stopped by the elevator, searching for the medicine bottle on his body with his palms, and groping out the medicine bottle. When he wanted to pour out the medicine particles, his hands were disobedient...

"Crash."

A handful of medicine was poured on the palm of my hand, and many were still scattered on the ground.

"Hey, how could it be like this?"

The heavy nosebleed fell on the pile of medicine in the palm of your hand, dyeing large pieces of medicine red.

The old man in the door poured all the medicine particles on his palm back into the bottle, regardless of whether he had been contaminated with nosebleeds.

Bent over and pick up the medicine scattered on the ground and put it into your mouth.

They picked them up one by one, and the dirty ones were put into their pockets.

"roar!"

The low growl echoed in the corridor.

The old man walked into the elevator tremblingly, his figure shaking slightly, as if he was about to lose his feet.

Jiang Ye looked up at the upstairs and murmured: "Will the guardian have changed?"

The face of the guardian's old man just now was wrong. With so much blood flowing and the low roars coming from above, it all declared that the guardian's old man seemed to have mutated.

"What kind of changes did this thing change?"

Jiang Ye looked at the blue flesh that turned into a snot-like flesh, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Without hesitating for long, Jiang Ye walked up the stairs.

There is indeed blood on the ground, and there are still a few blood marks on the walls.

The entire corridor looked quite empty, with the dark yellow sensing lights on the top of the head flashing with a faint light, but the old man's figure was gone.

Jiang Ye walked to the elevator entrance, and the elevator floor was showing the location.

12 changes to 11, then 10.

In the lobby on the first floor, the office worker who just came back from work smiled at the elevator that was falling. It happened that someone was going to get off, so that he could change shifts to get on the elevator.

Office workers are wearing cheap suits, greasy hair, glasses, holding briefcase in their left hand and cell phone in their right hand.

The bell sounded, it was a picture sent by a colleague.

The person in the picture looks really at the entrance and exit of the subway, and there is still a lot of traffic. The man was kneeling on the ground, with a ferocious look on his face, and blood flowing out of his mouth and nose.

It can no longer be said to be flowing, it is like a rushing rushing like a gate opening.

The white floor tiles were immediately covered with scarlet and black blood.

He fell to the ground with a strange twist.

Just like those zombies who stand up after death in the zombie movie, their limbs twisted abnormally, and they seemed to be about to stand up while making a crack.

Soon, the explosion-proof special police rushed forward and their fingers were blown away by the explosion-proof shield and electric baton.

The office worker spoke in the group and said, "It's not that he is making a movie."

The other people's speeches were even more outrageous. Some said they were about to end the world, some said they were about to become zombies, and there were many different opinions.

Some people are guessing whether they are making movies, but they are actually borrowing the venue.

Office workers holding mobile phones support this type.

"Ba"

The big black dot fell on the screen of the mobile phone. The office worker touched it and found that he was bleeding from his nose.

Crash.

Blood from his nose was like a flood, and his clothes were wet in an instant, and even his trouser legs were covered with blood.

The office worker looked at everything in front of him in surprise, and seemed to have not yet come back to his senses. He hurriedly blocked his nose with his cuffs to prevent the nose bleeding from surging out.

Finally, he even took off his coat and blocked his nose, which made him tend to relieve himself.

"bite"

At this time, the elevator that came down from the upstairs also stopped in front of the office workers.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the old man with his head down walked out of the elevator.

While covering his mouth and nose with his cheap suit, the office worker looked at the old man and said, "Oh, uncle, something went wrong with my kitchen faucet. Please take some time..."

The old man in charge of the door ignored the office workers and walked over to the office workers with his head down.

The office worker was about to reach out but found that there was a lot of blood on his phone and his nose was blocked, so it was left alone.

When entering the elevator, the office worker was still wondering: "Is it because I'm in a bad mood?"

Looking at the old man's hunched body, the elevator door closed before the office workers could look carefully, and then walked upstairs.

The old man's eyes had turned black for a hundred years, and he felt that he couldn't hold on. He was very tired and wanted to rest. The voice in his mind was also urging him to urge him to merge faster.

"Are you too tired?"

The old man didn't know what was wrong with him, but his condition was not right, so he quickly got off the elevator and pulled down the building's gate.

It was so late that they had basically returned to the building, and those who had not returned were all working night shifts.
To be continued...