That's right, these laughter and curses coming from the room are actually the nonsense words spoken by some gamblers while playing mahjong. The entire building D of Jinxiu Building has become a gambling city that never closes!
Being dragged by the middle-aged man's arm as I moved forward, I met some strange "people" in the corridor from time to time.
Why are these “people” said to be weird?
As we all know, normal people walk with their feet forward, but at this moment the "people" in Building D are actually walking backwards with their feet backwards, as if their eyes are behind their backs.
Facing this weird scene, the fear in my heart reached its peak, but in order not to attract the attention of these "people", I had no choice but to suppress the fear in my heart and follow the middle-aged man non-stop.
While following the middle-aged man closely, I secretly opened my vaginal pupils and took a look at these "people".
It doesn't matter if you don't take a look, but when you look at it, you will be shocked. You will see that these "people" are torn and bloody. They are not living people at all, but ghosts lingering in Building D!
"Even if Jinxiu Building is a famous abandoned building, there won't be so many ghosts all of a sudden, right? Is there someone gathering them together in the dark?" If someone really brought them together, I think that person
It is very likely that he is the person controlling the male corpse.
"The person who controls the male corpse really wants to kill me. He will probably attack me in Building D. I have to be careful every step of the way. If I am careless, I will most likely die in Building D."
There were still a few minutes left for my eyes to open, so I simply looked at the middle-aged man in front of me.
There are more and more blood streaks on the middle-aged man's body. These blood streaks originally only infected his clothes, but as time passed, the blood streaks on his clothes began to condense into blood beads. These blood beads kept sliding down the clothes and falling to the ground, causing the floor to collapse.
There was a "tick-tick-tick" sound of blood dripping in the building.
Listening to the sound of blood dripping, I looked at the middle-aged man's neck with horror.
Unlike his clothes and face, the middle-aged man's neck was very clean, with no stains on it at all, as if it had been specially cleaned.
"Cleaning is sometimes used to erase certain secrets." After frowning and sighing secretly, I looked along my neck to the back of the middle-aged man's head.
This sight almost scared me to death. I saw green and white mahjong pieces inlaid on the back of the middle-aged man’s head!
No, these mahjongs are no longer green and white, because the blood and brain matter in the back of the head are constantly pouring on these mahjongs, making them blood red!
Looking at the mahjong on the back of the man's head, I finally realized that the middle-aged man in front of me was not a living person from beginning to end. He was also a ferocious ghost!
When I learned that a ghost was grabbing my arm and moving forward, my whole body started to tremble.
As if he felt my trembling, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and smiled conspiratorially: "Don't be afraid. As long as you play a few rounds of mahjong with me, I won't be afraid of you. But if you dare to run away, I will
Your life would be worse than death."
After saying that, the middle-aged man who grabbed my arm crossed the long staircase and arrived at the sixth floor above Building D.
After the middle-aged man went up to the sixth floor, he looked carefully and then turned around and entered Room 602.
"Room 602, Building D? This room seems to be occupied by
A pair of girls, and that pair of girls is a couple who broke the shackles." In confusion, I followed the middle-aged man into room 602.
But as soon as I entered Room 602, I smelled a thick and nauseating smell of blood.
I quickly covered my mouth and nose and looked around, only to see that earth-shaking and terrifying changes had taken place in Room 602.
The floor of the originally dry and tidy hall was occupied by pools of bright red blood. These bright red blood were lying quietly on the ground, like a blood lake when the sea was calm, and like a clear and traceless blood mirror.
Looking at my reflection in the blood mirror, I felt that all the blood in my body had stopped flowing: "With so much blood on the ground, I'm afraid a lot of people must have died."
There was too much blood on the ground, and I wanted to stop, but the middle-aged man grabbed my arm and kept moving forward, so I had no choice but to step into the lake of blood in fear.
As I stepped into this lake of blood, the sneakers on my feet were all stained with blood and turned into a pair of bloody shoes.
The feeling of wearing bloody shoes was uncomfortable, but due to the fierceness of the middle-aged man, I could only endure the discomfort.
In just a few breaths, I followed the middle-aged man across the hall and into the bedroom of Room 602.
There was unusually no blood stains in the bedroom, but there were fluorescent sheep heads on the originally empty walls.
These fluorescent sheep heads had a pair of bloodshot pupils, staring at me sinisterly and evilly.
I only looked at them for a few times, then changed my gaze and looked at other places in the bedroom.
The bedroom was empty. There was neither a bed for sleeping nor a wardrobe for storing clothes. There was only a mahjong table covered in blood red.
On the four sides of this mahjong table, there are four chairs that are also covered in blood red. Two of the chairs are empty and no one is sitting on them, but there is a figure sitting on the other two chairs.
Looking at the two figures on the chair, my pupils shrank and turned pale in shock!
Because the two figures sitting on the chairs are both people I know well.
One of the figures sitting in the west of the mahjong table was the administrator who lived in Building A 201, the sixty-year-old woman who opened the door for me.
"Why did she appear here? Was she also captured by a middle-aged man?" I couldn't help but guess after seeing the figure of the sixty-year-old woman.
The sixty-year-old woman was still wearing the sky blue short skirt, her face was still covered with a thick layer of foundation, and her feet were still wearing the pair of red high heels, and she looked extremely coquettish.
After she saw me entering the bedroom, she looked at me somewhat matter-of-factly, and then returned to her previous sitting posture as if nothing had happened.
"This sixty-year-old woman didn't seem surprised when she saw me appear, as if she had already known it was me who came in." I frowned and looked at another figure.
Another figure sitting to the east of the mahjong table is one of the girls who originally lived in Room 602.
"There are two girls living in Room 602. Since one girl is here, where did the other girl go? Could it be..." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but turn around and look at the blood lake irrigation hall.
Seeing me suddenly turning around, the middle-aged man suddenly leaned into my ear: "Hehe, you are right, 602
The other girl in the room has been killed by me, and the pools of blood in the hall are her relics."
"Why did you kill her? Can't you let her live?" I stared into the middle-aged man's eyes without fear.
"Haha, why wouldn't she want to play mahjong with me?" The middle-aged man smiled coldly, pointed to the mahjong table not far away and said, "The chairs in the east and west are occupied, and I, the master, sit on them.
North, you can sit on the south side of the mahjong table."
After saying that, the middle-aged man no longer grabbed my arm, but suddenly sat on the chair located to the north of the mahjong table.
I was able to escape for a moment, and quickly looked at my arm. I saw a large black bruise on my arm where the middle-aged man had grabbed it.
I touched the black spot with my fingertips, and immediately felt a huge pain in my arm.
"The black bruises on my arms are very strange. I have to find a way to get rid of them in the future." I sighed secretly, and followed the middle-aged man's instructions and sat down to the south of the mahjong table.
Seeing that I had already sat down, the middle-aged man coughed a few times and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's introduce ourselves. It will be more fun to play mahjong after everyone gets to know each other."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he fell down and introduced himself: "My name is Sheng Yu. I am a native of Xicheng. I am thirty-five years old."
The sixty-year-old woman was stunned for a few seconds, and then introduced herself: "The old woman's name is Zheng Xiujuan, her hometown is Hecheng, and she is sixty and two years old."
"My name is Liang Fan. I come from..." I paused and then continued: "I am also from Xicheng. I am twenty-two years old this year."
After I introduced myself, it was the turn of the girl sitting on the east side of the mahjong table to introduce herself.
But she first looked at the middle-aged man with fear, and then introduced herself with trembling eyes: "I...my name is Ling Yumo...I come...from Nandu...I am...twenty-five years old this year."
As soon as Ling Yumo's trembling voice fell, a middle-aged man's voice rang out: "Ling Yumo, why do you speak so slowly? Please speak more quickly next time, or I will send you to see your little one."
Girlfriend.”
Ling Yumo was immediately shocked and quickly waved his hands and begged: "Yu Mo is wrong. Yu Mo must speak more quickly next time. Please, Brother Sheng, please spare Yu Mo's life. Yu Mo doesn't want to die yet."
"If you don't want to die, just listen to me carefully." The middle-aged man snorted coldly and took out a blood-colored porcelain bowl from behind his back.
As this blood-colored porcelain bowl appeared out of thin air, a smell of rotten flesh filled the nose, which was very disgusting.
I looked into the blood-colored porcelain bowl with a pale expression, and about a dozen bloody severed fingers immediately jumped into my eyes.
These dozen or so bloody severed fingers are all extremely slender and should come from a young woman in her prime.
After Ling Yumo on the side saw the bloody severed finger in the porcelain bowl, the fear in his eyes became more intense. I couldn't help but guess: "Could it be that the bloody severed finger in the porcelain bowl was chopped off from Ling Yumo's little girlfriend?"
?Otherwise she wouldn’t be so scared.”
As an evil ghost, the middle-aged man ignored Ling Yumo's fear. He placed the blood-colored porcelain bowl on the mahjong table and said with a serious face: "The rules of our mahjong playing are very simple, that is, one circle, one circle
Round, whoever loses a round will have to eat one of his fingers, and you are not allowed to make a thousand while playing mahjong. If you are caught playing mahjong, it will not be as simple as eating your finger."