Well, this time he made a small profit, and it also allowed him to see that ghosts have other abilities.
"Dead, hahaha, this female ghost is finally dead!" Zhuang Tao cried with joy.
He had been tortured to death in the past few days, and he had long had the idea of committing suicide in his heart.
Now that he saw the female ghost flying away, Zhuang Tao's tense nerves completely relaxed.
At this time, without saying a word, he rushed over and hugged Xiao Yi,
"Good brother, thank you so much!"
"While I have a house now, I have decided to commit myself to you. Come on, don't be polite and ravage me to your heart's content!"
Look at the big pie face in front of you.
The corners of Xiao Yi's mouth twitched and he almost punched him twice.
He pushed the little fat man away from him and said angrily: "Why don't you take a break to cool down? Why don't you catch up on your sleep when the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy?"
"Be careful, the female ghost didn't kill you. You died unexpectedly and unexpectedly."
Zhuang Tao fell down on the soft bed and murmured drowsily: "Don't leave, I'll treat you to dinner when I wake up."
"Good night, Makabaka."
The next second, he was sleeping like a dead pig, and the sound of a tractor-like snoring filled the room.
Xiao Yi smiled and shook his head. He definitely couldn't stay in this room anymore.
He went out and closed the door behind him.
The night in Donglin City was beautiful, so Xiao Yi decided to visit his old place by himself first.
A parking lot control room.
The person on duty inside had his legs crossed and was playing with his mobile phone enthusiastically.
His name is Wu Zhen, he is almost thirty years old and has been working in this position for several years.
When the word victory was displayed, Wu Zhen put down his cell phone with satisfaction, picked up the thermos cup soaked in wolfberry and started to drink.
At this time, Wu Zhen was stunned.
In the parking lot surveillance screen.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat and an old-fashioned gown appeared.
He was extremely thin, walking stiffly on tiptoes, and his face was covered by a bamboo hat, so his appearance couldn't be seen clearly.
The old man in a bamboo hat moved his steps in a strange posture, almost dragging his feet in the parking lot.
He also carried a fishing rod on his shoulder and entered the surveillance screen leisurely.
"Where did this old man come back from fishing, and why did he end up in the parking lot?" Wu Zhen shook his head.
The next second.
His pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen some horrific scene, and a cold air ran up his spine along his back.
Behind the old man in the bamboo hat, strange figures appeared one after another.
These people are all dressed in different styles. There are middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes, young guys in basketball sweatshirts, high school students carrying schoolbags, and fashionable and beautiful white-collar women, etc.
That adds up to six people in total!
But these six people were actually kneeling on the ground and crawling, with strange postures, slow steps, and consistent movements.
In the surveillance video, which looks like an old black-and-white movie, there is an overall sense of indescribable weirdness.
It’s like...a scene from a horror movie!!
The scariest thing is.
Wu Zhen can still be vaguely seen.
The leading old man in a bamboo hat was carrying the fishing rod, and the fishing line had already penetrated the mouth of the first person behind him.
The fishing line came out from behind the butt again and penetrated into the latter's mouth again.
The six people seemed to be bound by a strange force, and only a fishing line was pierced through their bodies!
The old man in a bamboo hat walked in front, and several people knelt and crawled behind.
This scene forms a huge human body "centipede", which is extremely clearly presented in the black and white picture.
"This...this..." Wu Zhen looked horrified, and his hand holding the thermos cup was shaking.
At this moment.
The old man in a bamboo hat on the surveillance camera noticed something and suddenly stopped.
The six figures behind them seemed to be aligned forward and backward like centipedes, with their heads lowered and silent, as if there was no reaction from the corpse.
"Why, why did you stop?" Wu Zhen felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Swish.
The old man in a bamboo hat suddenly raised his head and looked at the monitor.
The old face in front of the camera was dull and gray, his eyes were hollow and numb.
"He, he's looking at me?" Wu Zhen's hair stood on end and his spine felt chilly.
The old man in the bamboo hat moved. He approached step by step with the fishing rod on his shoulder, and the six people behind him also crawled slowly.
As that weird old face got closer and closer.
The fear in Wu Zhen's eyes was about to overflow, and his body leaned back out of instinct.
Sudden!
The old man's face was actually stuck to the surveillance screen. His face was lifeless, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, and his eyes were gray and numb and emotionless.
Not only this one picture, but the other ten surveillance cameras all show the old man's face, as if there are several of him facing the camera at the same time.
In the monitoring room, Wu Zhen looked at the strange old faces. Under the necks of each face, there were dense and terrifying corpse spots.
"ah!!!"
Wu Zhen was almost frightened to death. He fell backwards and fell to the ground, and the thermos cup in his hand rolled to the door.
"Ghost, there is a ghost, this is definitely a ghost." Wu Zhen's heart was beating wildly, and his first reaction was that he encountered something sneaky.
He picked up his cell phone and was about to call the police.
Boom, boom, boom.
At this juncture, there was a knock on the door without any warning.
Wu Zhen had goosebumps all over his body, and a terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
It came to me?!!
Boom, boom, boom.
The knocking on the door continued, a bit urgent.
Wu Zhen swallowed his saliva and bravely shouted, "Who, who?"
"I, Xiao Yang, Lao Wu, why are you locking the door? I'll come back to get something, why don't you open it?"
A familiar voice came from outside the door.
Wu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be his colleague.
Thinking of the current situation, he cautiously stood up and looked at the surveillance video.
The scene in front of him stunned Wu Zhen.
There was no one, not a soul in sight.
The old man in a bamboo hat and the six people kneeling and crawling just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
In the black and white picture, it is still the scene of the parking lot from before.
"Am I hallucinating?" Wu Zhen murmured.
Boom, boom, boom.
The knocking on the door became increasingly violent.
"Damn it, Old Wu, what are you doing? Why haven't you opened the door yet? Are you secretly watching a movie behind my back?"
Complaints from colleagues could be heard outside the door.
"It's coming, it's coming, why bother?" Wu Zhen walked over, picked up the thermos cup, and opened the door.
In an instant.
Oncoming was a sinister wind carrying a strong smell of corpses.
There was a strange, skinny figure standing quietly. Under the bamboo hat was a lifeless old face, with hollow and numb eyes.
It slowly raised its palm and grabbed Wu Zhen.
With a bang, the thermos cup fell to the ground.
Wu Zhen's whole body seemed to be frozen and unable to move, his scalp was numb and his pupils were trembling.
He could clearly see that the wrinkled old man's palm had dense black corpse spots extending along the skin into the sleeves.
Wu Zhen looked horrified and wanted to shout, but found that no sound came out of his throat.
Just like that, he watched helplessly as the palm pressed against his face...
A few seconds later.
There is no one inside.
And in the black and white picture of the surveillance.
There was an old man in a bamboo hat walking slowly with a fishing rod on his shoulders, followed by several figures kneeling and crawling behind him.
The fishing line was pierced through the bodies of one person after another. They seemed to have lost all life, and they were crawling with their limbs as stiff as corpses.
Strangely, the original six people turned into seven.
In the last position, Wu Zhen followed closely behind everyone. He crawled calmly, as if he had fully adapted to the team.
His head was lowered, and no expression could be seen clearly. There was a crystal clear fishing line in his mouth.
Soon, the huge human "centipede" gradually disappeared from the surveillance screen.