Chapter 631: 631
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The wife who had not spoken a word, the middle-aged man, and the drunkard all turned to look in the direction that the boy was pointing . A strange sound came from the end of the corridor . The doorknob for one of the rooms was lightly jostling like there was someone locked behind the door trying to get out .
This strange sound coming from the eerily quiet residential building made all of their hearts squeeze .
"The man who's leading the way went upstairs, and he said there aren't any tenants here . " The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the more scared he became . "I've been to Li Wan City before, how shall I say this? Sometimes, you'll come across things that can't be explained scientifically here . "
"For example?"
"You wouldn't want to know the examples, trust me . All we can do is avoid them to the best of our ability . "
"What if we can't avoid them?" The drunkard leaned against the wall, and his eyes narrowed in on the end of the corridor .
"If we can't avoid them, then we'll have to pretend not to see them and act as normal as we can . Keep telling yourself it is just a part of your imagination . " The middle-aged man's face paled like he was reminded of some horrible memory . Cold sweat poured out from his forehead, and he looked like he was about to puke . "The Li Wan City I visited back then was not like this Li Wan City . Back then, there was no red fog; it seems like things have changed since then . "
"Stop trying to scare me . F*ck, how come it feels like someone is blowing into my ear and there's a woman speaking!" The drunkard turned to look behind him . The 'murderer' who called himself Scissors walked past the corridor . With his every step, there echoed two footsteps . His expression was strange . It was supposed to be a man's face, but once one looked at him longer, one would feel like they were looking at a woman .
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The person did not follow them into the corridor but continued to walk ahead .
"Is that a man or a woman?" This strange feeling made the drunkard extremely nervous . He patted the middle-aged man's shoulder . "Just now, someone walked past . "
"Really?" When the middle-aged man turned back to look, the blood fog had already covered the whole corridor, and he could not see anything . "Ignore him, we have to take care of ourselves first . "
In just the blink of an eye, the doorknob at the end of the corridor stopped moving, and everything became silent again . The fog thickened, and the surroundings turned eerier . Occasionally, there was the sound of wind howling, and that worried the group even more .
"Has the person behind the door given up?" The drunkard grabbed the rails of the staircase . He was standing at the mouth of the corridor, preparing to run should the situation require it .
"Perhaps, or maybe the thing has already escaped from the room . " The middle-aged bent over to retrieve a phone from inside his pocket . The drunkard noticed that the model used by the middle-aged man was from many years ago . He adjusted the brightness of the screen to its highest . He raised it before him, and it appeared like something else had joined them in the corridor . However, they were too far away to see what it was .
"This is strange . " The middle-aged man used his elbow to nudge the drunkard . "I feel like this corridor is different from before . Come and take a look . "
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As the wind caressed the tips of his ears, it felt like a madman was whispering to him . The drunkard accepted the man's phone and looked closer . "It really does seem like there is something that wasn't there earlier . "
He stepped involuntarily forward with a frown on his face upon surveying the decrepit ceiling, closed doors, and trash that crowded the cramped corridor .
"Hmm?" The drunkard's attention was suddenly caught by something .
"What did you see?" The middle-aged man rushed over to look at what the drunkard had found . He could not see anything out of place—there was no ghost or dead body .
"I'm not sure, wait a minute . " The drunkard returned the phone and took out his phone to activate the flashlight function . The light refracted in the fog, and that meant that they still could not see things clearly .
"It was this door that made the sound earlier . " The drunkard suppressed his fear as he moved forward, with his neck pulled back, his arm holding the wall . After several steps, he finally saw the additional thing that had not been there earlier . "A mop?"
There was a mop that had been added to the corridor, the kind used in everyday life . He wondered who tossed that there .
"It's just a mop . Why are you trying to scare me like that?" The middle-aged took a deep breath as he placed the boy on the ground . His arms were getting sore .
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The drunkard sighed in relief, and he scratched his head embarrassedly . "I guess I was being too nervous… but was there a mop in this corridor earlier?"
"There probably was . I can't remember anymore . " The middle-aged man stood with the drunkard, and they looked down the corridor with the lights coming from their phones .
The drunkard, who wanted to move forward, suddenly stopped . He asked the middle-aged man next to him with some uncertainty, "Did the mop move? Wasn't it back there earlier? I remember it was leaning against the door of the third room from the back . How come it feels like it has moved one door ahead?"
"Really?" The middle-aged man turned to look at the mop .
Under the two's scrutiny, the mop suddenly moved, and the black trails of cloth started to shake to slowly reveal a human face underneath!
The drunkard and the middle-aged man did not anticipate something like this happening . Their limbs were cold, and before they reacted, the mop started to slither toward them . When it got closer, the people saw clearly that it was not a mop but a person with long hair .
"Run!"
The drunkard held the phone and turned to run away . The middle-aged man abandoned his wife and child and followed the drunkard . The boy was spooked . He started to cry until his mother carried him into her arms .
The sound of running footsteps echoed throughout the building . The drunkard was the first to exit the corridor . He hesitated for a moment, between going up the stairs to find Chen Ge and running out of the building directly . He lifted his head to look up the staircase . A curtain of black hair fell down onto his face, and a pale face was sliding down the rails of the stairwell .
Accompanying a scream, he threw caution into the wind and raced out the building . In the foggy street of the city where reality and nightmares weaved together, every building looked like a man-eating monster .
His heart still pumping, the drunkard did not dare stay any longer . He yelled at the middle-aged man behind him, "Run, this way!"
Then he ran to hide inside a two-story building next door .
The gate of the house was not locked, but the plants in the courtyard were all dried and wilted . The most eye-catching was a large dog house in the deepest corner of the yard .
It was a small construct built from iron poles and moldy wooden boards . Bite marks were left on the many surfaces . Other than inside the building, the only place that could hide a person was the dog house .
Footsteps and a woman's laughter came from outside, and it muddled the drunkard's mind . It made him feel like nowhere was safe .
He rushed to the dog house and squatted down behind it . It might be dangerous inside the house . Who knows what kind of thing I might run into in there? It's better for me to hide here for now .
The drunkard supported himself by holding the wooden boards that formed the dog house's roof . He considered hiding inside the dog house, but before he poked his head in, a pungent stench assaulted his nose .