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

Chapter 95 The Third Room
Xiao Zai listened to the conversation between the adults, his little brows knitted into knots, and he asked: "It doesn't work on the first floor, and it doesn't work on the third floor. Should we always stay on the second floor?"

Mu Cang rubbed his little curly hair, and explained: "Of course not, the first floor has only one entrance and exit, which is blocked; the third floor is potentially dangerous; so the best choice is for us to find a door on the second floor. There is a way to get out. Have you forgotten how we escaped from the research institute?"

Xiao Zai made a gesture of climbing along the rope, "Remember!"

Mu Cang said to Simian again: "However, the design of the second floor is very unfriendly to us. This side is exposed to everyone's eyes, and we can only choose from the back."

The Qishan cemetery is on the back, and you need to enter the room on the inner side of the corridor to find out if there is a suitable window to leave.

Xiao Zai was short and could not reach the window, so he did not have to hide in the darkness of the corridor like his mother and Simian. He straightened his back and took two steps forward when his mother grabbed him back and sandwiched him between the two adults.

Xiao Zai said dissatisfied: "Zai Zai help mom see which room is not closed."

Mu Cang said seriously: "You don't need to watch, mom will observe."

Si Mian hunched over, avoiding the glass window, and took the lead in twisting the first door.

Locked.

He squatted down, took out a very thin metal wire from his pocket, stuck it into the keyhole, and tried it with all his concentration.

Xiao Zai approached cautiously, poked his head into his ear and asked, "Isn't Brother Si Mian going to save the kid I met yesterday?"

click -

"..." Si Mian turned her head, looked at Xiao Zai sadly, and pinched the broken metal wire with her fingers, "Change another room."

He tiptoed to the second room, and Xiao Zai followed him with his back hunched like a little old man.

Mu Cang pushed Xiao Zai two steps towards him, and said softly: "Don't disturb Si Mian, if we want to save someone, we have to go out first, otherwise how can we save someone if we are controlled by someone? That's called sending someone away."

Xiao Zai pouted and nodded, it was rare to meet a child, he really wanted to play with the child.

Si Mian came to the second room, moved the keyhole, got up, and walked to the third room.

Mucang asked: "What's wrong? Is it broken in the keyhole again?"

Si Mian was helpless: "It should be that the group of people downstairs also tried to unlock and enter the house, but they failed. The unlocking thing was stuck in the keyhole, so there is no way to try again."

what?
Mu Cang nodded. This feeling of having a bad start made her feel uneasy.

Walking to the third room, Si Mian didn't move, only hiccupped suspiciously.

Xiao Zai was very fast, dragging his mother over in a few steps, and said in surprise: "Brother Simian, it's not locked."

Mu Cang also saw a scene that shocked Simian—it wasn't that the lock was unlocked, but the door had no handle.

The door handle together with the lock cylinder was pulled out, revealing a hole the size of a fist, but the hole was stuffed with something dark and opaque.

She pushed it and said doubtfully, "It's blocked from the inside."

Xiao Zai's hands were cheap, his little finger curiously poked in the black lump that blocked the hole, and then pulled out a few, "Look, mom, it's hair!"

The black thing blocking the hole turned out to be a big clump of hair!
Mu Cang looked at the strand of black hair tangled between his son's white and fat fingers, and his scalp felt numb.

The hair must be seventy or eighty centimeters long, with a slightly yellowish tail, and shriveled hair follicles at the end, as if they had been pulled from the scalp.

She was so frightened that she repeatedly patted her son's fleshy arm, "Throw it away, throw it away, it might be hair from a dead person."

Xiao Zai shook off the hair in his hand, and laughed straight away: "Mom is not afraid of zombies and ghosts, but afraid of death."

Why is this brat getting more and more stupid?

Mu Cang fanned the ax and pulled the strand of hair further. When he turned around, he saw Si Mian stabbing the dark hair with the dagger in his hand.

"manage……"

She just said a word, and the black hair inside had been beaten down by Si Mian.

Si Mian turned her head and smiled brightly, "Sister, let's go in."

When he pushed the door this time, there was a creaking sound from the crack of the door, and it soon came loose.

Si Mian bent his waist and got in first.

Xiao Zai pulled his clothes and followed him.

Mu Cang sighed helplessly, glanced at the lump of black stocking-like hair, pulled it out of the room with an axe, and then followed in.

At the same time, a team member in charge of monitoring the funeral home stammered into the parking shed and shouted: "Boss, boss, no, it's not good, the door, the door opened by itself...Like, like something, Something came out and came."

The atmosphere in the parking shed stagnated, and all the horrible memories came back in an instant, and many team members gasped.

Someone among them asked: "Boss, that monster, isn't it going to rush out?"

Someone asked again: "Boss, can our gate be blocked?"

In the center of the parking shed, there was a Kermit chair, with a bald man in a black sweatshirt lying on the chair.

His face was covered with a peaked cap, and he seemed to be catching up on his sleep.

Kneeling in front of him were two women, a child, and a fat middle-aged man lying on the ground.

The child had a rag dumpling stuffed in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back, and he knelt on the waist of the middle-aged man, his expression dull and motionless;
The dress on the woman's body faded to her ankles, her arms crossed her chest, trembling slightly in the cool wind;

Next to her was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, trying to use her thin body to block the eyes of those looking at her mother's body.

The bald head took off the peaked cap on his face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "There are only three of them?"

The girl sniffed, and replied with a deep crying voice: "Three, three people, a young woman in her early twenties, with a child, she is very beautiful, very beautiful, and has a good figure. That child is bigger than my brother." Still young, white and tender, like a doll. Also, there is a little brother who looks like a college student, who is more delicate than a girl."

The bald head sneered mockingly, "So, they saved your family."

The girl blinked and said, "No, it's not rescue, they need our car."

The bald man smiled, straightened up from the chair, stretched his body, and said noncommittally: "Really..."

Next to him was a woman with a short shaved head like a man, who promptly handed over a glass of water and said, "Brother, the first person to sneak into the funeral home last night should be that woman and child. Alin said that he saw a pink suitcase in the small house." .But when we rushed over to check again, the box was gone. There was only a coffin lid left."

Another man continued: "It's not surprising that there is a coffin lid in the funeral parlor. There is a room on the right that is full of urns. That's why people can't see it."

(End of this chapter)