"Tail?" Huya walked at the front of the team. She shouted towards the half-open iron door, but no one responded.
"Go over and have a look."
The wall lamp emitted a dim light, and Huya moved forward alone. She pressed against the wall and slowly approached the iron door.
The door was covered in mottled rust, and there was liquid leaking out that looked like blood stains.
"What is this room for?"
Huya moved her steps and took another step forward. She leaned forward without touching the door and adjusted her perspective to see clearly what was inside the door.
But before she could see clearly, a drop of liquid dripped from the ceiling onto the back of her hand.
It was thick, a bit like blood, but seemed to be mixed with other things, exuding an indescribable strange smell.
"Water leak?" She slowly raised her head, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed a little, and the iron door shook slightly.
"Be careful!" Yang Chen shouted, and the wall lamp in the passage behind him began to go out again!
One after another, very fast, like hungry beasts rushing towards each other!
Without any chance of preparation, darkness swallowed up several people in an instant.
"Everyone squat down! Stay where you are!" Yang Chen was anxious, but he had no good solution: "Last time the lights went out, three people were missing. I don't know who will disappear this time."
The passage was completely plunged into darkness and was very quiet. You could hear the breathing and heartbeat of your companions around you.
Everyone squatted on the ground, and no one moved.
In the darkness, a gust of wind blew, and a figure at the end of the passage could be vaguely seen shaking for a moment, and then disappeared. The monster seemed to have blended into them.
Time became long, the pounding heartbeat sounded in my ears, and with the weird background music, my fear was infinitely amplified.
"Crunch..."
A harsh sound came from where Huya was, and the door in front of her was pushed open.
"Who opened the door at this time?"
The iron door was pushed open, the smell of formalin wafted in the air, and another sound came from the passage.
Tick tock, tick tock...
The liquid fell from a height and dripped on the ground. The sound got closer and closer to Huya, and finally stopped in front of Huya.
It was pitch black, nothing could be seen, only the constant ticking sound.
"That thing is standing next to me." Huya's palms were soaked with sweat, and an invisible sense of oppression came. She mustered up the courage, raised her hand, and stretched forward, but there was nothing on her fingers.
touch.
"It should be at this location, the sound came from here."
Huya was very sure and continued to stretch her hand forward.
Tick tock…
Another drop of liquid fell, this time on her arm.
"I can't touch it. It's still moving and dripping. Could it be...it's above my head?" His eyes have slowly adapted to the darkness. Huya looked up and saw a vague humanoid shadow lying on the ceiling above his head.
.
It seemed to have just crawled out of the pool. There were water stains on its body. Its limbs were stuck to the wall like a gecko.
Bite it down and take it away!
"What is this?" After taking a breath, Huya kept her legs in a half-squatting position. Her body was a little numb, but her mind was still very clear. This woman should be the most courageous of all.
"That thing is on top of my head!" Huya screamed. She grabbed the phone in her pocket, pointed it at the top of her head, and threw it out hard.
"Bang!" The phone hit the wall, and a light lit up behind Huya. Anan turned on the flashlight that came with the phone.
When the light came, the monster on the ceiling had already run away, and he only saw a group of humanoid black shadows crawling rapidly on the ceiling.
…
The sound of rolling wheels behind them was getting closer and closer. Fan Dade and Fan Cong could no longer run. They had already lost their way. They didn't expect to clear the level now. They just wanted to get rid of the thing behind them, catch their breath, and take a rest.
"Come in! Hurry!" The two of them entered a passage painted with white paint and saw a half-open iron door with four Chinese characters written on it - Corpse No. 2.
Without looking, Fan Dade dragged Fan Cong and ran directly in. Then Fan Dade slammed the door shut.
"Brother, please slow down."
Fan Cong broke free from Fan Dade's hands. He panted violently and sat directly on the ground against the wall. He had not done such vigorous activities in recent years.
The door was closed tightly, and after a few seconds, the sound of wheels rolling passed the door and slowly left.
"I'm saved." Fan Dade looked like he had just been fished out of the water. His whole body was soaked with sweat. His legs were weak and he sat on the ground in despair: "I'm too tired. I want to take a rest."
Seeing his brother's harsh words, Fan Cong didn't expose it. He gasped and sat beside his brother and narrated: "Why are you doing this? You have to go to the haunted house to find trouble. Our whole family is a coward. What about your parents?"
It’s not like you didn’t know why you left, so why did you insist on finding someone to blame?”
"I'm just annoyed by your attitude. No one is born timid. Besides, it has nothing to do with our parents that I brought you to the haunted house. I just want you to go out for a walk instead of sitting at home playing games. Look at how depressed you are.
What's it like?"
"Brother, I wasn't playing a game." Fan Cong thought for a while and finally told the truth: "That game is said to have been made by a murderer, and there is evidence of child abuse hidden in it, but no one can decipher it yet.
Come out."
"Why don't you make excuses? I'm your brother, how can I not understand you?" Fan Dade waved his hand: "Isn't it just lovelorn? If you don't have your girlfriend, you can just find one again. Why should a man worry about not having a wife?"
"Who did you learn this from?" Fan Cong was too lazy to explain to his brother: "I won't talk to you anymore, and let's not even think about clearing the level. Just stay in this room for thirty minutes, and then wait for the boss to come.
Save us."
"That's not good?"
"What's wrong? Anyway, if you beat me to death, I won't go out again."
Before Fan Cong finished speaking, there was a sudden crisp sound from the row of morgues next to the morgue.
His whole body trembled with fat, and he shivered in fright: "What's the sound?"
"I don't know, but it seems to be coming from that cabinet." Fan Dade got up from the ground, and the two brothers leaned against the door, feeling extremely panicked.
"I think it's better not to go there and watch. As long as all the mechanisms are not triggered, it means there are no mechanisms." The sweat on Fan Cong's face had not dried yet, and new cold sweat broke out.
"It makes sense." Neither brother had any intention of getting close to the corpse cabinet, but the things in the corpse cabinet seemed not to let them go.
The lights in the room flickered on and off, and suddenly there was the harsh sound of fingernails scratching the metal door panel from a certain corpse cabinet, as if they were looking for a gap and preparing to come out.