The wife, who had remained silent, the middle-aged man, and the drunkard all looked at where the boy was pointing.
There was a slight noise at the end of the dark corridor, and the door handle of a certain room trembled slightly, as if something was locked in the room and he wanted to come out.
In the eerily quiet residential building, the door lock shook on its own, which made several people's hearts rise.
"I just saw the leader walking upstairs. There can't be passengers in the room." The middle-aged man became more and more frightened as he thought about it: "I've been to Liwan, what should I say? Sometimes you will see some very difficult things in this place.
Something that can be explained scientifically.”
"for example?"
"You don't want to know about those examples, all we can do is avoid them."
"What if it can't be avoided?" The drunkard leaned against the wall and stared deep into the corridor.
"There's no way to avoid it, so just pretend you haven't seen them, try to stay as normal as possible, and then tell yourself in your mind that all this is your own psychological effect." The middle-aged man's face became paler, and he remembered some bad things.
Memories, cold sweat appeared on the forehead, and his face looked extremely bad: "The Liwan I went to was different from the current Liwan. There was no red fog, and there seemed to be new changes here."
"Don't scare me, you bitch. Why do I feel like someone is blowing in my ear, and it seems like there is a woman's voice!" The drunk man suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. The self-proclaimed "murderer" of Scissors came from upstairs.
As he passed by the intersection, two footsteps echoed with every step he took. His expression was very strange. It was obviously a man's face, but after looking at it for a long time, he felt that the facial features belonged to a woman.
The man did not follow them into the corridor, but walked forward.
"Is he a man? Or a woman?" This strange feeling made the drunk man instantly nervous. He tapped the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "Someone passed by just now."
"Is there any?" When the middle-aged man looked back, the outside of the corridor was covered in blood mist and nothing could be seen: "Don't worry about him, let's protect ourselves first."
Just for a moment, the sound of the doorknob shaking deep in the corridor disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
The blood mist was a bit thicker, and the surroundings became even more gloomy. You could vaguely hear the sound of wind blowing through the hollow, which made people feel terrified.
"The man inside the door has given up?" The drunk man held on to the handrail of the stairs. He was standing guard at the entrance of the corridor, ready to run out at any time.
"Not necessarily, it's possible that the thing has escaped from the house." The middle-aged man bent down and took out a mobile phone from his pocket. The drunk man found that the mobile phone used by the middle-aged man was still a model from several years ago.
He turned the screen of his phone to the brightest and held it up in front of him. There seemed to be something extra in the dark corridor, but because it was too far away, he couldn't tell what it was.
"How strange." The middle-aged man nudged the drunk man with his elbow: "I think this corridor is different from before. Come and take a look."
There was a sharp wind blowing in his ears, as if a madman was talking to himself. The drunk man took the middle-aged man's mobile phone and looked at it carefully for a while: "It seems that there is something extra."
He took a step forward involuntarily and frowned.
There are dilapidated ceilings, large pieces of peeling wall, closed doors, and all kinds of debris piled up in the corners.
"Huh?" The drunk man suddenly looked somewhere.
"What did you find?" The middle-aged man quickly came over and looked towards where the drunk man was looking. He could see nothing unusual there, no ghosts or corpses as he imagined.
"I'm not sure, please wait." The driver returned the phone to the middle-aged man, took out his own phone, and turned on the attached flashlight.
The light was distorted in the blood mist, and it was still unclear.
"The door that made the noise just now was there." The drunkard suppressed his fear and moved forward. He shrunk his neck and held his arms on the wall. After walking a few steps, he finally saw the extra thing clearly: "A mop?
"
There was an extra mop in the corridor. It was the kind of mop that is very common in daily life. I don’t know who threw it in the corridor.
"It's just a mop. Are you going to scare me to death?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and put the little boy down. His arms were a little sore.
The drunk man also breathed a sigh of relief. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I was too nervous...but there didn't seem to be a mop in the corridor just now, right?"
"It seems there is, right? I can't remember clearly." The middle-aged man and the drunk man stood together, and the two of them continued to look forward with the help of the light of their mobile phones.
As the light shone, the drunk man who was about to walk forward suddenly stopped. He asked the middle-aged man next to him uncertainly: "Was the mop in that position just now? I remember it was in the third room from the bottom.
There, why does it feel like it has moved one room forward?"
"Really?" The middle-aged man also looked at the mop.
Under the two people's simultaneous gaze, the mop, which is very common in life, suddenly moved, the black rags began to shake, and a human face slowly appeared underneath!
The drunkard and the middle-aged man never expected that such a thing would happen. Their hands and feet were cold, and before they could react, the mop started to approach quickly.
After getting closer, everyone present could see clearly that it was not a mop at all, but a human head with long hair.
"Run!"
The drunk man grabbed his cell phone and ran away, while the middle-aged man rushed out frantically without caring about his wife and children.
The little boy was frightened and cried until he was picked up by his mother.
The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded in the building, and the drunk man was the first to rush to the entrance of the corridor. At this time, he hesitated for a moment, whether to go upstairs to find Chen Ge or run out of the building directly.
He raised his head and looked up along the gap in the stairs. Strands of black hair fell on his face, and a pale face stretched down from the handrail on the second floor.
With a scream, he didn't care about anything and ran outside.
In the streets filled with blood and mist, in the city where reality and nightmare intersect, every building looks like a man-eating monster.
With his heart beating wildly, the drunkard didn't dare to stop. He shouted to the middle-aged man behind him - run this way, and then he ran and hid in a two-story building next to him.
The courtyard outside the small building is not closed, and the flowers and plants inside have withered. The most eye-catching thing is that there is a large doghouse in the innermost part of the courtyard.
It was built with iron railings and moldy wooden boards, with various bite marks remaining on them.
Apart from the small building that can hide people, the only thing left in the yard is the doghouse.
Footsteps and women's laughter kept coming from outside. The drunk man's head was in a state of confusion, and he felt that he was not safe anywhere.
He hurried to the kennel: "The house is very dangerous, and you might encounter some dirty things. It's better to hide here and check the situation first."
The drunkard held on to the wooden board above the kennel. He was about to get in, but before he could get in, he smelled a pungent stench.