players please close your eyes.

Chapter 39
Qiao Mu turned on the chandelier in the bathroom, and saw the toilet that had been cleaned carefully but could not conceal the traces of years of use, the sink that was full of scratches, the mirror with the glass glue peeling off and yellowing on the edge, and the old rust that was prone to leaking shower head.

tick-

A drop of cloudy liquid dripped from the faucet and splashed into the sink, like blood blooming.

Qiao Mu twisted the faucet hard, and found that it seemed to be the limit now, and it couldn't be tightened any further.

【Don't worry, it's not the most troublesome thing in this room, at least not right now. 】

Another drop of cloudy liquid dripped along with the red words and spread out at the bottom of the sink.

Qiao Mu left the bathroom, walked through the narrow corridor, and opened the bedroom door.

A little brighter.

In order to make the bedroom more spacious, the decorator broke open the balcony and the bedroom wall, so that the night neon lights of the buildings opposite could penetrate through and shine on the bed, leaving a blood-red splash.

Qiao Mu turned on the fluorescent lamp. The blood redness dimmed a bit, but it still did not fade away.

A 1.5-meter single bed, a wooden pulp-covered table, a butt-stained stainless steel chair, and a wardrobe that creaks when the door is opened are all the furniture.

There was only something out of place, a stick figure that could be bought online for a dozen yuan was hung above the bed, and it was hung crookedly, not aligned with the bed.

How could Qiao Mu with his severe obsessive-compulsive disorder endure this.

He immediately came to the bedside and took down the painting.

Then, Qiao Mu saw a large pool of stains on the wall covered by the painting.

The stain seemed to seep from the next door and snaked on the wall, forming a terrifying pattern like a bat.

Looking closer, Qiao Mu felt that the stain was like some kind of turbid oil that was barely dry.

He reached out and touched it lightly.

But there was only the touch of the dry wall, and the feeling of the oil droplets that were about to drip suddenly disappeared.

[Are you curious what this is?I suggest you ask the people next door. Of course, asking about this puddle is also a way, hahaha! 】

The manic bloody words seeped out from the cracks in the wall and gradually covered the stain, as if recreating how it was created.

Make people feel physically uncomfortable.

Qiao Mu put the painting aside.

It was completely dark outside.

dong dong dong-

The sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat on a chopping board came from upstairs or downstairs.

Qiao Mu went out with a flashlight, stood in the corridor, listened carefully, and found that the nightlife in this building was quite rich.

From the distance came the sound of burning incense and chanting Buddha's name, the sizzling sound of food being thrown into the hot oil pan, and the miserable cries and yells of children.

He climbed up one level and saw an open house with only a screen door ajar. The smell of cigarettes filled the air. Several people were sitting around playing mahjong, and the sound of playing tiles was crackling.

Noticing Qiao Mu's gaze, the movement of the people at that table suddenly stopped.

They were just frozen in place, and some of them were holding a card in their hands.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Qiao Mu.

Even the man with his back to him twisted his neck and looked at Qiao Mu horrifyingly from an angle that was not quite humanly possible.

Although no one spoke, Qiao Mu felt as if some kind of small whispers were echoing in his ears, inducing him to try his luck at the gambling table, maybe he could make a fortune.

【Do you want to try it?If you want to be clear, once you get on the gambling table, the chips used for the game are not just your money! 】

The bloody words kept bubbling up from the people at the table like bubbles.

It's a pity that Qiao Mu can't play mahjong, so he can only decline the invitation silently.

"Isn't the composition of this building a bit complicated?"

Qiao Mu didn't know whether the original apartment was a mess of dragons and snakes, or whether these strange things appeared after it became a stage for abnormal or The Chosen games.

Originally, he thought the cause of the fire was probably something strange in the building.

Now it seems.

There seem to be a lot of monsters and monsters in this building?
All villains belong to yes.

Some incidents are difficult to investigate because they have no clues, while others are difficult to investigate because they are full of thread ends like a ball of wool played by a cat.

The night in the corridor became more intense. The setting sun was only a few minutes ago, but the night sky was as dark and deep as an obsidian, as if it was already late at night.

Qiao Mu heard a quarrel coming from downstairs, mixed with the trivial white noise of life, but no one went to check.

Turning around, he was about to go downstairs to take a look at the excitement, but something unexpected in his sight made Qiao Mu stop in place after turning his head.

He looked back slowly.

At the end of the corridor on this floor, theoretically, it should be the door of Room 505, but there is no door.

Only, a dilapidated shrine.

In the altar, there is a half-lying black Buddha statue enshrined.

The corner of the mouth of the Buddha statue outlines a smile, which seems to be laughing at everything.

This scene was exactly the same as what Qiao Mu had seen in the hallucination before.

He took a breath.

The next moment, the face of the Buddha statue moved towards the outside of the corridor.

No.

That was not the face of the Buddha statue, but a dark face hidden behind the curtain.

The long dark blue linen hood covered the man's face, and the long gown was dragging and falling to the ground.

Only then did Qiao Mu realize that this man was much taller than ordinary people, especially the legs hidden under the gown, as if he was on stilts.

He was holding a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella, and he walked unsteadily, as if he might fall down at any time.

Behind this man, one after another, there are several people dressed similarly to him, following suit from the void.

Qiao Mu smelled a decaying smell, like wood soaked in water for a long time, damp, fishy, ​​and dull.

The tattered oil-paper umbrellas, the silent corridor, the swaying figures passing through, even the moonlight was dimmed.

Qiao Mu got out of the way and stood against the wall, staring at the strange beings passing by.

[Guys who are looking for dead souls, don't get in their way, or you will be the one who takes the place of the dead! 】

The red words rose like mist from those who passed by.

When this group of people passed through the corridor, the sound of crying, yelling and mahjong disappeared.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, as if as long as these beings were aware of their existence, they would be seduced to death and fall into the abyss.

Qiao Mu took a slow breath.

Suddenly, the tall man who had already passed by Qiao Mu stopped at the end.

Accompanied by a rustling sound.

All the people in the corridor stopped, oil-paper umbrellas swayed, and the faces hidden by hoods faced Qiao Mu.

The person closest to him suddenly came closer, as if looking for something.

Qiao Mu looked at the other party's face hidden behind the curtain, and felt as if he saw something, and it seemed that everything was just an illusion.

The man didn't do anything in the end, he just slowly retracted his body and continued to move forward.

Watching the group of people walking downstairs, Qiao Mu saw that where they passed by, there were traces of damp dragged out one after another, like the slow steps of a drowning person, moving step by step towards the shore.

On the trace, words like fresh blood float faintly.

[Aha, they found their target!It's a fresh corpse! 】

"Someone died?"

Qiao Mu noticed that the subtle smell of blood filling the air seemed not an illusion.

(End of this chapter)