Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 92 The Trespasser Dies
A calm male voice came from the intercom, telling him to stand by and not act rashly.

The man agreed, then turned off the flashlight and stood by the window.

Mu Cang covered his son's mouth, and gently woke him up, "Shh, be quiet, Mommy will take Cub to another room."

Xiao Zai had long been accustomed to being woken up in his sleep, so he nodded in a daze, without saying a word.

Mu Cang put his backpack on his back, hugged his son, and sneaked along the edge of the wall to the door.

She gently opened a gap and squeezed out sideways. Just as she was raising her back feet, the lock on the backpack hit the door handle, making a crisp knocking sound, which was especially harsh in the silent night.

"Who? Boss! There's a situation!"

The people outside the window reacted quickly. When he opened the curtains and looked in, the door was tightly closed, and only a small puddle of water was found in the corner of the wall.

Mu Cang was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe. Fortunately, she closed the door quickly, otherwise she would be caught by the flashlight.

She carefully pulled out a strand of her hair from the crack of the door, and rubbed her scalp with a grin. At this moment, there were hurried footsteps coming towards the door.

She hugged her son and went straight to the cat, hiding in the door that the bald man and the others just opened.

Sure enough, as she expected, there were no guards inside the door, and the third group had dispersed into the entire building and began to investigate the situation.

She heard the chattering sound of the walkie-talkie not far away, as if someone had received an order and was about to go out to the left to support and check for abnormalities.

Mu Cang hugged his son, and walked towards the dark passage without flashlights. There was a safe passage for the whole building. The stairs that few people used were covered with dust. Mops, brooms, trash cans, Dustpan and other messy sundries.

Mu Cang went in, trying to hide behind the sundries, but unexpectedly found a small door under the stairs, with a lock the size of a quail egg hanging on the latch.

She covered the lock with a mop head to soundproof it, then used the sharp point of the ax to pull it apart, and the entire door latch was pried off with only a slight sound.

Pushing open the door, a damp musty smell came out.

Mu Cang pulled out the small fluorescent stick on the belt buckle and took a picture inside. Although the height of the floor is less than one meter, the area is about two square meters, more than enough to hide her and Zai Zai.

She took out several sacks inside, stuffed her son in first, then the backpack, and then climbed in by herself.

She used the sack inside to block the door, creating the illusion that there were only sacks in the small space, and then left a gap for ventilation when she opened the door. A small door is tightly blocked.

From the outside looking in, apart from sundries, they are still sundries.

Only from her angle can one peek out from the well-arranged gaps.

With his round eyes open, Mu Cang was lying behind the crack of the door, listening intently to every move outside.

Xiao Zai had already fallen asleep holding his backpack, looking peaceful and peaceful, which inexplicably gave Mu Cang a sense of peace of mind.

At least at this moment, the son trusted her very much.

She stared at her watch, pinched her thighs to prevent herself from falling asleep, and forced herself to be alert to the outside situation at all times.

About 10 minutes later, the originally sparse footsteps became noisy.

She heard someone screaming, then the sound of fighting, and then heart-wrenching screams and hysterical roars.

Tonight is much more lively than last night.

Mu Cang's drowsy head woke up quite a bit. She leaned against the crack of the door, trying to hear it more clearly, but the group of people seemed to be being chased by something, and the sound of their footsteps became farther and farther away.

Just when the sound disappeared and Mu Cang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs again.

The man ran in a hurry and made a loud noise, as if he was rolling and turning down.

Mu Cang heard him muttering something: "Help, help, help!"

Are there really zombies locked up in this funeral parlor...

Being able to scare this group of well-organized strong men like this shows that there are a lot of zombies, and they are very fierce, forcing them to flee like this without even the strength to fight?

Mu Cang pinched his chin, wondering what kind of zombies are so terrifying.

"Ghost! It's a ghost! It's really a ghost! Help! Help..."

The last word came to an abrupt end.

Mu Cang heard a crackling sound, as if someone had crushed his cervical spine, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

He said it was a ghost?

Mu Cang frowned, why are all the men she met so afraid of ghosts?

She gently pushed the door open a little and stared at the entrance of the stairs. For a long time, she didn't see anything else or anyone passing by. Only a pool of bright red blood slowly spread along the steps to the door.

Who killed him?

Mu Cang hid behind the door, and she listened for a long time, but she didn't hear the sound of whirring, nor the sound of zombies chewing.

The man died without a sound.

His body did not attract zombies to eat.

Could it be that what he encountered was really not a zombie, but a ghost?

While Mu Cang was puzzled, he heard another messy footsteps coming towards the stairwell, but this person didn't yell, and he didn't come down from above, but came from the other side of the corridor.

She hid behind the crack of the door, and clearly saw a tall and thin figure rushing into the stairwell. The man was startled by the blood under his feet, and then he saw the corpse lying on the stairs. He said softly: "Wei Dong! Wei Dong!"

The man named Wei Dong couldn't make any sound, and the blood was still flowing down the steps.

The tall and thin man took two steps away to avoid the blood soaking the soles of his shoes. He no longer dared to go upstairs, so he could only hide behind the wall at the corner of the stairs.

Mu Cang began a fierce psychological war. She was considering whether to expose her position and let the tall and thin man hide in. She was also afraid that her temporary kindness would cause a greater disaster and hurt her son.

Just when her little conscience was wavering, the tall and thin man suddenly turned his head and looked up the stairs as if he had discovered something!
Mu Cang didn't know what terrible thing he saw, he slid down against the wall, his legs trembled, and liquid leaked out from his crotch.

This is... Scared to pee?

The tall and thin man was paralyzed on the ground, his lips were trembling, unable to utter a word, he scratched the ground, and began to crawl out of the stairs like crazy, one step, one step, another step, just as his upper body had already crawled out of Mu Cang's sight After the range, a pair of legs seemed to be lifted by something, from the position of the buttocks, with a cracking sound, it broke on the back.

The white and red broken bone stubble was clearly poking at his lower back...

(End of this chapter)