The bathroom door was ajar, and the bloody man was hanging where the red dress had been. His body seemed to have no bones, hanging softly.
The blood slid down his coat and dripped on the ground, staining the white tiles red.
Looking at the bathroom, Han Fei felt a hand tightly grasping his throat, making him unable to breathe. At this time, his hands and feet were cold and his eyes seemed to have frozen.
What swayed in the darkness was not a red dress, but a person stained red with blood.
The wound was hidden under the security uniform, and the blood stains soaked through the coat. The man's head was lowered. Judging from the shape of his face, he looked very similar to the young security guard Xiao Fang.
The bathroom window seemed not to be closed tightly, and the cold wind was blowing. Xiao Fang, who was hanging in the bathroom in the dark, suddenly raised his hand.
He took out a pair of sharp scissors from his pocket!
The scissors were stained with blood and red fabric. Xiao Fang once said that he would use these scissors to cut up the red dress.
Five fingers held the scissors, and then he began to cut towards his skin.
Dark red blood flowed out instantly, but Xiao Fang felt no pain. He moved faster and faster, feeling like he was possessed by an evil spirit and was completely out of control.
His heart was beating so hard that Han Fei wanted to remind him, but he felt like he was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost, unable to move or speak.
He struggled desperately and resisted with all his strength. At the last moment, the blood-red lines on Han Fei's arm began to flow, and the pain felt like a steel needle piercing the flesh. Han Fei suddenly woke up.
He shouted loudly, and Brother Hua, who had fallen asleep at some point, jumped up from the ground and started scanning randomly with a strong flashlight.
"Bathroom! Go and save Xiao Fang!"
Without Han Fei opening his mouth, Xiao Fang's screams could already be heard in the bathroom.
He fell to the ground and had several wounds on his body.
"Xiao Fang, why did you come to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" Brother Hua was frightened when he saw Xiao Fang covered in blood.
"I don't know either. I just fell asleep and had a dream. It seemed that the red dress was back. I wanted to destroy it, cut it into pieces, and bury it in the soil..." Xiao
Fang's eyes were red, and his face was distorted by the pain: "When I woke up, I was already here. Brother Hua, what on earth is going on? Did I get caught in that red skirt?"
Xiaofang's voice was full of fear, and he was completely panicked.
Before Han Fei suggested giving away the red skirt, Xiao Fang had suggested cutting the red skirt into pieces or burning it, and then burying it in the soil. Now these things did not happen to the red skirt, but to him!
Brother Hua felt distressed and frightened when he saw Xiao Fang's miserable appearance. He was about to approach and help the young security guard treat his wounds. Suddenly he seemed to see something and stopped as he walked out: "Xiao, Xiao Fang, you
Behind you!"
Xiao Fang, who was already scared to death, turned around quickly when he heard what Brother Hua said. It didn't matter, he was almost scared to the point of peeing.
The blood-red dress clung to his back, making him feel like a drowning man hugging the back of the person next to him and trying to drag him into the deep pool.
With a scream, Xiao Fang grabbed the red skirt and was about to throw it to the ground. However, thinking of what he had just experienced, he was a little scared. In the end, he only dared to gently put the red skirt in the bathtub.
"What should I do? Not only is it back, but its body seems to be even brighter red, as if it drank a lot of blood." Xiao Fang sat on the toilet floor, his eyes full of fear.
Brother Hua seems to have experienced this: "Everything starts over again. When only one of the three of us is left, the red skirt will probably stop."
He found the medicine box and began to bandage Xiaofang's wounds.
This red dress is fair in some respects. The surface of Xiao Fang's skin was dripping with blood from the cuts, which looked scary, but they were all skin injuries.
"Brother Hua, what happened to you last time?" Han Fei was very curious about Brother Hua's previous experiences. The other party was vague every time and seemed unwilling to recall the scene at that time.
After hesitating for a long time, Brother Hua spoke: "The last time the red dress appeared was a few months ago. At that time, there were four security guards in Building 1, two experienced security guards and two newcomers. I remember that night very clearly.
It was normal in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, the red dress appeared out of nowhere..."
He sighed softly: "We just threw the red skirt into the trash can at first, but when we were inspecting it in the middle of the night, a newcomer suddenly fell downstairs, and the place where he fell happened to be where the domestic garbage classification was done downstairs.
The remaining three of us didn’t associate this incident with the red dress at first. As a result, in the next few days, the red dress kept appearing, pestering us all the time. The other two security guards also had incidents one after another, and finally I was the only one left.
The red dress suddenly disappeared when I was alone."
Brother Hua seemed to have told what happened, but many details were not revealed.
Han Fei didn't think the red skirt would suddenly disappear on its own. He suspected that Brother Hua was hiding something. The other party never elaborated on how the other two security guards died. Han Fei had every reason to guess that Brother Hua killed the other two with his own hands.
security guard.
This person is generally a good person, but few people can stick to themselves when their lives are in danger.
Human nature is constantly colliding in the ghost building, like colorful flowers, and this is the meaning of the existence of the "flower pot", and it is also what the butterfly wants to see.
The room became depressing, and Xiao Fang wanted to cry. He felt that he had been haunted by a ghost, and he might be the first to die.
"I have been exposed to the red skirt the most, and it will never let me go..." Just when Xiao Fang was feeling desperate, he suddenly saw a weak Han Fei picking up the red skirt from the bathtub: "You are the only one among the three of us.
For those who have never touched a red skirt, I advise you not to have anything to do with it."
"I want to test something." This was Han Fei's first time touching a red dress. He held it in his hand and carefully felt the touch from his fingertips.
The workmanship of this skirt is average, and it is not made of very high-end material, but it feels very comfortable to touch, as if you are touching smooth human skin.
There are not many patterns on the skirt, but it is very delicate. The original owner seems to like this skirt very much. It feels like it is soaked in blood, but it smells of a faint fragrance.
"Um...what kind of experiment do you want to do?" Brother Hua interrupted Han Fei. He looked at Han Fei as if he was seeing a "pervert".
"Wait a minute." Han Fei entered the bedroom with the red skirt. He lifted the sheets and put the skirt under the bed: "Let's turn off the lights and go out first."
The room with the lights on was completely different from the room with the lights off. Han Fei wanted to see if the red skirt could kill the things the delivery ghost sent under the bed.
If the thing was killed by Red Skirt, Han Fei could try to deduce the conditions that Hong Skirt and other ghosts would need to meet to attack.
When the other two security guards didn't quite understand what Han Fei was going to do, they had already turned off the lights and left the room.
Just when the three of them walked out of the door, screams came from room 1044. The sound lasted for a full minute, and the three security guards who heard it all had goosebumps.
When the screams stopped, Han Fei hid behind Brother Hua, and the three of them re-entered the house.
Turn on the light, everything is normal, and nothing seems to be happening in the bedroom.
But when Han Fei lifted the sheets, everyone was sweating.
The red skirt remained where it was, but there was a large amount of blood stained under the bed, as if a balloon filled with blood had been popped under the bed.
"Do you still remember what I said before? The delivery man brought something into the house, and that thing should have been killed by now." Han Fei held up the red dress: "This dress not only kills people, but also kills ghosts.
, maybe we shouldn’t resist her, but learn to coexist with her.”
"Living with a red dress?"
"It should be easier for you to understand if I put it in another way." Han Fei held up the red dress solemnly: "Room 1044 was originally her room, and we were just tenants in it. Since we are tenants, will the landlord
Collect rent?”
"Yes." Xiaofang and Brother Hua nodded.
"Money is of no use to them. Our lives are rent. If we don't want to die, then shouldn't we pay her other rents? For example, something in the Blood Sacrifice Building?" Han Fei had already had an idea in his heart: "
She seems to really like the 'items' delivered by the takeaway guy, and she can't wait to get her hands on them before we even leave the room. In this case, why don't we give the takeaway ghost to her."
"Takeaway ghost?" Brother Hua didn't know how Han Fei came up with this.
"We are community security guards and we have to maintain community security. The red skirt is also considered the owner. The delivery man broke into the owner's house and hid under the bed in the owner's bedroom. Do you think he should be punished?" Han Fei said very reasonably.
Under his persuasion, Xiaofang and Brother Hua also agreed.
Unknowingly, Han Fei had become the core of this small group of three people, which even he himself had not realized yet.
"Now it's time for patrol in the middle of the night, let's go together."
Under the surprised gazes of Brother Hua and Xiao Fang, Han Fei folded the red skirt. Only then did they realize that Han Fei had said that he was going to patrol with the red skirt.
