Weird Talker

Chapter 300
Three in the morning.

No. 39, Wenshui District.

There is only a small courtyard here, a two-story bungalow.This kind of house is not like in the city, but more like in the countryside.

Fan Cheng stood at the gate of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and walked into the last residence of Shen Hong and Liu Junyan.

The strange [wedding dress] is probably hidden somewhere in this place.

The yard door was unlocked, but the door of the bungalow in the yard was already locked. He tried to push it, but found that the door couldn't be opened.

However, since he chose to come here, he has already made all preparations, whether it is for this place or for himself.

Fan Cheng came in with the awareness of not wanting this [Delusion Clone].

He used his mobile phone to illuminate the position of the door lock, which is the kind of iron lock that is common in rural areas. Compared with preventing theft, it is more of a function of closing the door.

Fan Cheng took two steps back and kicked the wooden door.

With a bang, the door opened.

He took two steps back and used his mobile phone to shine a light on the door. The inside was pitch black, and the light from the mobile phone seemed to be swallowed up when it entered, and it couldn't shine farther away.

In this kind of place, no one with normal intelligence would go in and die at such a moment.

But he had no choice.

Fan Cheng desperately wanted to change the current situation, he knew that there was an invisible ghost by his side, and so did Nie Yunzhen.

In this state, even if he rests with everyone tonight, he is worried that his avatar will die in his sleep for no reason.

It's better to make the most of the avatar while there is no accident.

Fan Cheng took a step forward and walked into the two-story bungalow.

As soon as he entered, he smelled an uncomfortable smell. The air in the room was like the smell of a rotten swamp wetted by rain.

This room is not big, there are hangers on both sides, and there are many large clothes hanging on the two rows of hangers.

When the phone slowly took pictures of the past, Fan Cheng suddenly startled himself!
He saw himself at the end of the hanger!

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a full-length mirror.

This is indeed the place where Shen Hong and Liu Junyan live. If this kind of old clothing store is opened in the central area of ​​the city, it can still take the high-end route. If it is opened in this kind of city, it is actually not developed at all, and it is not even a suburb. In the remote places in the world, if you want to come, you can only get enough food and clothing at most.

However, after confirming that he had found the right place, Fancheng's heart began to beat faster.

It was difficult for him to suppress the birth of panic.

There was something wrong with this place visible to the naked eye, and the surroundings were so quiet that it made one's scalp tingle. What disturbed him the most was not the mirror, although the mirror often became a prop for ghosts to haunt.

But in this place, what made him feel the most uncomfortable was the wide-brimmed clothes hanging on the two rows of hangers on both sides.

Without exception, the garments were all red, a particularly festive bright red.

In addition to the different styles and patterns, it can be seen at a glance that these are all wedding dresses.

Will the wedding dress that happened to be in these clothes?

Time passed bit by bit, and Fan Cheng felt a little parched. Although he used [Delusion Clone], his body would not be in danger, but he underestimated the impact of fear on him.

Even though the ghost hadn't shown up at all, he couldn't help thinking about what happened in his apartment before tonight.

On his coat rack, a woman's hands and feet emerged from the overcoat, and the quilt was also bulging.

That picture has been circling in his mind, and at this moment, it has affected his judgment even more.

He looked nervously at the two rows of hangers on the left and right sides beside him.

These bright red festive wedding dresses made him uneasy, as if they might turn into ghosts at any time, with hands and feet coming out of them...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned around, and the light of the mobile phone shone on the hanger.

But when he turned his back to the full-length mirror, in the mirror... behind him stood a blood-red woman!

Scarlet nails hung down on both sides of his body. The woman seemed to be sticking to his back, obviously sticking tightly, but he couldn't feel it or see it at all!

There was no abnormality in the place illuminated by the light of the mobile phone, which reassured Fancheng somewhat.

When he turned around and was about to check these wedding dresses one by one and find the one with a problem, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pale face on the stairs to the second floor from the corner of his eye!
Fan Cheng was so frightened that he almost cried out!

Although he was a clone, his reaction was his own. He subconsciously rushed to the door and was about to escape from here, but when he got to the door he kicked open, he thought for a second, didn't he just come here to see the devil? ?
Who is that pale face?

With courage, he slapped his face fiercely. Anyway, this is a clone. Even if he dies, his consciousness can return to his body. It's fine...

He kept comforting himself, and finally plucked up the courage to walk to the side of the stairs.

Then he picked up his phone and took a picture.

But as soon as the light of the mobile phone shone on the pale face, he gasped.

This is not a ghost, this is simply a corpse!

Who is this?
Fan Cheng ran to the corpse in a few steps, squatted carefully on the stairs, looked at the stiff corpse leaning against the corner of the stairs with a face exposed, and examined it carefully.

So dry and so thin!The hands and feet of this corpse were completely withered, as if the flesh and blood had disappeared, leaving only a layer of skin wrapped around the bones. The only part that was still plump was the face.

This appearance is similar to Qin Manjiang's state just now...

Judging from this face, the dead man was at least over 50 years old...

and many more!

Over 50 years old, male... At the home of Shen Hong and Liu Junyan...

This person can't be Shen Hong's father, right?
It stands to reason that he died long ago, why didn't he rot?
Could it be that……

suddenly!The withered corpse in front of him stretched out his skinny fingers, and firmly clasped Fan Cheng's wrist!
Fan Cheng was scared out of his wits, but although he was afraid, his subconscious action was to fight back!

The tall Fan Cheng immediately stood up and kicked the skinny arm that was grabbing his wrist.

"Crack -" a sound.

The skinny arm snapped off at the sound, Fan Cheng was overjoyed, turned around and ran away!

However, when he passed by the full-length mirror, he suddenly saw an extremely terrifying thing...

A dry palm still grabbed his wrist and didn't let go!

Obviously his arm has been kicked off, but his fingers are still grabbing him, and they are still tightening!
Fan Cheng's complexion changed wildly, he desperately used his hands to break the palm that was clasping his wrist, but it didn't work at all, it was too tight...

"Kakkaka..."

"what!"

The severe pain made Fancheng's forehead sweat instantly, and the next moment...

With a sound of "Pfft...", his wrist was unexpectedly broken!The flesh and blood exploded instantly, and the blood gushed out uncontrollably, and it flowed all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Fan Cheng felt the skin of his body as if stuck to a piece of ice.

no... not ice...

More like frozen skin and meat...

He pinched his wrist, even though it was a clone, it was still excruciatingly painful, and the sweat was dripping down in big drops.

Fan Cheng realized something, he suddenly turned his head to look at himself in the full-length mirror, and instantly... his pupils shrank, and the blood on his face faded completely——

It was all white.

(End of this chapter)