Lao Xie's head and legs went weak, and he almost fell there. The scene just now was so scary. Those eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, looking straight at him from the gap in the stairs.
At that moment, the blood on Lao Xie's head was cold.
Lao Xie held his head high to prevent himself from falling. Waiting for his legs to gain some strength, Lao Xie ran downstairs without looking back.
"It doesn't matter if he's trying to break a wall or not, if he stays here, he's going to die."
The worn-out yellow robe worn by Lao Shaotou looked a little different in the flickering light and darkness of the corridor.
I have never seen a Taoist priest so frightened.
I don’t know how long I ran, but finally I found a door at the corner of a staircase.
Seeing the door that suddenly appeared, Old Xie Tou felt like he had seen a life-saving straw. No matter where the door led to, it was better than being chased by that crazy woman in the corridor.
As the door opened, the voice-activated light in the corridor was triggered, and the yellow light illuminated the entire floor, just like finding a guiding lighthouse while wandering.
The door closed, and the corridor became extremely quiet. There was a big number "2" written at the entrance of the corridor. The number was red, and it looked particularly dazzling against the white wall.
"Second floor? Why is the sign on this floor much larger than the one on the third floor?"
In Old Xie's memory, the logo on the third floor was just a small sign with the number "3" written on it. It was not like it was painted directly on the wall with something that looked like paint.
, and it’s still red paint.
"The crazy woman is on the second floor."
Lao Xie's head trembled all over, and he turned around to go out through the door. However, after the door opened, the original staircase was now only a wall.
"Can't get out?"
Lao Xie was ready to cry. He was really pushing himself to death, leaving no way for him to survive.
Now that there is no way out, we can only move forward.
The back of Lao Xie's head was pressed against the wall and he moved forward little by little. Paired with the clothes he was wearing that looked like a Taoist priest, it seemed a bit funny.
At a glance, only one door of the residents on the second floor was open. Although Old Xie was scared, he had no other choice but to go into the room and take a look.
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"It should be that crazy woman's home."
Lao Xie pressed the back of his head against the wall of the corridor and came to the room with the door open, with 0208 written on it.
"Is anyone home?"
Lao Xie knocked on the door politely, but no one responded at all.
The windows in the house were open, and the wind outside blew against them, making a creaking sound. Old Xie poked his head and looked inside.
The room was pitch dark, and you could vaguely see that the ground was in a mess, with broken furniture and scattered clothes everywhere, and there was no place to stand.
"Has your home been robbed?"
Lao Xie took two more steps inside, and a pungent smell hit his face.
"Formalin?"
Old Xie Tou worked as a security guard in a medical school for a while, and he was familiar with the smell of formalin. However, formalin was used to store drugs in the medical school. Why would there be such a smell here?
Woolen cloth?
Old Xie thought of a possibility.
The bedroom door was blown open by the wind, and the smell of formalin became stronger.
A person could be faintly seen lying on the bed in the bedroom.
"Comrade, I just saw that your door was not closed, so I came in to remind you that it is not safe to go out recently..."
There was no movement in the bedroom.
Lao Xie opened the door, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of formalin.
"It seems to be the smell in this house."
Lao Xie didn't react when he saw the person on the bed, and coupled with the pungent formalin, he had a vague premonition in his heart.
He reached out and touched the switch on the wall.
"Click——"
The lights in the bedroom were turned on, and the incandescent lamps emitted dim light, illuminating everything in the room.
The corpse that Old Xie had imagined did not appear on the bed, but a human-sized doll lying there, looking like a human being in the dark.
I don’t know how the doll was made, but it looks very lifelike. Its eyes only have white eyes, as if they are staring at you all the time, which makes people shudder.
Lao Xie's nose twitched, and the smell of formalin didn't go away for a long time.
"That smell came from this room."
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Lao Xie didn't dare to look at the doll on the bed, for fear that it might come alive.
Looking around, Old Xie didn't see a jar containing formalin anywhere.
But this smell clearly comes from this room.
Lao Xie suddenly noticed the place under the bed in the bedroom. It seemed to be the only place in the entire bedroom that he had not yet looked at.
Just... do you want to take a look?
"What if I see something scary?" Old Xie hesitated, but when he thought of the door that had turned into a wall, he still bent down silently, "I can't do this.
If I offend you, I beg you, sir, don't blame me. The worst is, after I go out, I will burn paper money for you every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."
The sheets were lifted, and a pale, soaked, swollen face faced Lao Xie's head.
Lao Xie was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the human face that he collapsed to the ground and almost fainted. After he calmed down a little, Lao Xie looked at the head.
The head was placed in a glass jar. There was a big hole at the bottom of the glass jar, and a large amount of light yellow transparent liquid dripped out from underneath. If you look carefully, you can see that there are some scattered flocs mixed in, and the wings of the nose twitch.
, a pungent smell of formalin penetrated the nasal cavity.
"This glass jar originally contained formalin and this human head, but now the glass jar is broken, and only this human head is left. When I saw the little boy just now, I heard him say that his father was dead.
Yes, is this head his father?"
Lao Xie felt a chill running down his spine. He didn't expect that a perverted murderer lived downstairs.
After getting used to the human head, Lao Xie was no longer as scared as before, and then he focused on the human head.
The eyes of the human head are open, and the white pupils are constantly flowing with a liquid that looks like formalin. The soaked and swollen skin is now full of wrinkles, as if there is a layer of wrinkled chicken skin attached to it.
After looking at the head for a long time, Lao Xie always felt that this head gave people a different feeling.
"You seem to be talking?"
Old Xie suppressed his discomfort and stared at the head's mouth for a long time, finally confirming that the head was really speaking.
After this discovery, Lao Xie's first thought was to run away.
