Chu Ping adjusted the brightness of his mobile phone to the maximum, and then looked at everything here carefully.
A tattered mattress was placed in the corner, and one side of the mattress was filled with bottles and cans picked up by homeless people outside. They were probably going to be sold for money. They were originally placed beside the bed.
Most of the drinks that had expired for a long time were missing. Someone must have drank them.
"Axiao should have been here before."
Chu Ping shined the light of his mobile phone on the ground. On the dusty cement floor, a row of children's footprints appeared. Next to the footprints, there was an obvious trace left by dragging something.
"They seemed to be dragging something away?"
Chu Ping looked at the traces on the ground and came up with this answer.
"Oops, old Shatou!"
Chu Ping then remembered that Lao Xie Tou didn't dare to come in just now, so he asked him to stay outside and wait.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping hurried out of the building. At this time, there was no one else outside.
"Did they take old Xie Tou away? But why?"
The sound of something being dragged came from the darkness.
Chu Ping looked in the direction where the sound came from, and happened to see two figures, one large and one small, seeming to be dragging something towards the depths of the darkness.
"That direction is... No. 44 Xingfu Road!" Chu Ping narrowed his eyes and stared into the darkness, "What are they doing there?"
When Chu Ping saw Ah Xiao and the homeless man leaving, he felt a very bad feeling in his heart.
"They seemed to be heading directly to Building 44."
Chu Ping didn't know what Axiao and the tramp were going to do, but Lao Xie's head might be in their hands, and Chu Ping couldn't ignore it at all.
"Old Xie Tou, you are really embarrassing me."
Chu Ping gritted his teeth, then picked up his backpack and swing stick, and walked towards Building 44.
"Anyway, let's save old Xie Tou first."
No. 44, Xingfu Road, stood in the distance, and the dim street lights made it even more eerie, as if a layer of fog shrouded it around him, making people feel a little scared when they looked at it.
“I always feel like it’s different from before.”
Chu Ping stood in front of the 44th floor of Xingfu Road, looking up at the building in front of him that had just escaped death.
The broken windows on the second floor were still swaying, as if waving their arms to welcome Chu Ping's arrival again.
Chu Ping took a breath, gritted his teeth, and directly opened the door of Building 44.
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"Creak——"
The door shaft made a miserable sound due to rust.
The dim streetlight shone through the crack of the door, and the thick darkness seemed to swallow up all the light.
Seeing the drag marks spreading upward on the stairs, Chu Ping felt uneasy.
"Two people dragged Lao Xie up here. What did they want to do?"
The cell phone battery showed insufficient power, so Chu Ping did not dare to use the cell phone for lighting, so he could only rely on his previous memory to walk upwards.
Touching the wall with your fingers, a sticky, slippery feeling came from your fingertips.
"There seems to be something extra on the wall."
Chu Ping brought his fingers to his nose and smelled it, and a pungent rancid smell assaulted his nostrils.
"It smells like a rotting corpse."
Chu Ping glanced at the time, it was eleven forty.
"Could it be that the closer it gets to midnight, the scarier it will become here?"
Chu Ping recalled the words "Kill you" written on the wall on the first floor when he first entered Building 44, as if these words were spoken to him.
Continuing upward, the steps seemed endless. Chu Ping felt that he had been walking here for a long time, but he had never reached the end.
Eleven forty-one.
"Why has it only been a minute?"
Chu Ping began to feel agitated, as if there was something vaguely affecting his mood in the darkness.
Stepping up the stairs again, Chu Ping was completely enveloped in darkness, gusts of dark wind blew in his ears, and a strange floral fragrance began to fill the air.
"Where does the fragrance come from?"
Continuing upward, the darkness became more solemn, and the restlessness in Chu Ping's heart became more serious.
The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels like you are in a sea of flowers.
Now that Jiang Qing fell into a deep sleep again, Chu Ping did not dare to be careless. Every time he took a step, he would pause for a long time, and only dared to move forward after confirming that there was no danger.
Taking one step forward, Chu Ping missed the mark and almost fell over due to his unstable center of gravity.
Are you on the second floor?
Chu Ping was already irritable, and now he almost fell down again. An unknown fire arose in his heart, and then he waved his fist and hit the wall fiercely.
"boom--"
The thick liquid took away most of the strength.
Chu Ping felt like he had been hit by jelly, and the sticky liquid covered his hands.
The stench like a rotting corpse, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, made Chu Ping feel like vomiting.
restlessness in heart
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His movements still continued unabated, and the bloodshot eyes slowly appeared.
Chu Ping kept waving his fists, as if venting his irritability.
"What's wrong with me?"
Chu Ping collapsed to the ground weakly, breathing heavily, as if his body had been hollowed out.
The surroundings were still shrouded in darkness, and the uneasiness in Chu Ping's heart was infinitely amplified by the weakness of his body and the darkness around him.
"Creak——"
The door was opened.
Chu Ping held his breath.
"Someone opened the door. Is it the woman in red in room 203?"
Chu Ping moved forward quietly.
The darkness could only allow Chu Ping to barely see things close at hand.
The traces left by dragging things on the ground were still there, and Chu Ping slowly groped forward along the traces.
The traces disappeared, Chu Ping looked up, and an open door appeared in front of him.
Chu Ping knew exactly what the residents of No. 44 Xingfu Road were like. Now an opened door appeared in front of him, and Chu Ping's little heart was already in his throat.
"Is it room 203?"
Chu Ping looked inside and saw that the window was still intact.
"It's not Room 203," Chu Ping couldn't help but gasped, "Is this Room 201?"
The last time he was in Building 44, when Chu Ping passed by Room 201, he seemed to be bewitched. If fear hadn't overcome his spirit in the end, Chu Ping would have pushed the door of Room 201 open.
But now, the door that I didn't dare to open was actually opened by someone.
"Looking at the traces, they should belong to Axiao and the homeless man."
Chu Ping looked at the drag marks spreading into the room and fell into deep thought.
"How did the two of them come here, and why did they come back here with Lao Xie's head?"
Chu Ping leaned against the wall. The thick liquid on the wall covered his body. The stench of the rotting corpse made him feel dizzy.
"Let's go and take a look first."
Chu Ping resisted the urge to smash the wall and walked directly into the room.
The door was opened toward the inside, and it was only after Chu Ping entered that he saw the house number hanging on the door.
"It's indeed room 201."
Chu Ping was not worried about Axiao, but was worried about the homeless man's sneak attack.
Holding the swing stick in his hand and feeling the heavy weight in his hand, Chu Ping suddenly felt confident.
