Nightmare Apostle

It seems that the building on the cover of the box is the so-called Dongzhou Apartment. Unfortunately, except for this building, everything on the cover is surrounded by a dim background, and only the outlines of some low-rise buildings can be vaguely seen.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the script box and found two leather pockets, one large and one small, lying quietly inside.

Opening the larger pocket, there was a rent-seeking notice with yellowed corners inside. To Yang Xiao's surprise, the rent-seeking notice was completely handwritten, and the texture of the paper was different from now, much rougher.

There was a letter behind the rent-seeking revelation. The handwriting in it was scrawled and part of it was damaged. However, Yang Xiao read it through and got the general idea.

This is a letter of certification. The person holding this letter can stay in Room 4004 of Dongzhou Apartment for a period of 7 days and has the right to control the items in the room.

As a screenwriter who is accustomed to writing supernatural stories, when I see a room like Room 4004, I can't help but feel a sense of weirdness. It's not fear, but boredom. Similar numbers are tired of being written by predecessors.

"It seems that the author of this script is also a second-rate guy, no, a second-rate ghost." After recognizing the reality, Yang Xiao gradually calmed down and even felt like making a complaint.

Finally shaking his pocket, a card the size of a bookmark fell out, with a human figure drawn on it with rough brush strokes.

Yang Xiao took a deep breath and slowly turned over the card. Sure enough, he found a strange triangle-shaped pattern in the upper right corner of the back of the card.

Last time, and the last time before that, he got this identity card!

Coincidence cannot explain this. It seems that the ID card I receive is the same one every time.

Yang Xiao made up his mind that if he could come back alive this time, he must find a way to figure this out. After all, everyone is the same.

Or am I the only exception?

With doubts, Yang Xiao turned to the back of the letter, and nine human figures were abruptly drawn in the blank space. Just like the previous two times, the human figures were as rough as the character cards, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

But the number of people participating in this mission really shocked Yang Xiao. Counting him, there were 10 people. This was a 10-person dungeon.

Opening the last small pocket, Yang Xiao guessed the contents inside just by touch, which were several photos.

There are three pictures in total, but unfortunately, like before, each picture is not very clear.

The first picture is actually a painting. To describe it as a painting is really flattering. It is like a child's random graffiti, drawing two people, one big and one small.

There is also a frame painted on the outside, presumably to represent the two people in the same room, but the strange thing is that the proportions of the two people are very exaggerated, the larger one is 4 or 5 times as big as the smaller one.

The second picture is blurry, as if it was taken casually in a panic. It has the number 85 on it, with black characters on a white background.

There seemed to be numbers on the front, but I couldn't take the picture. The surrounding background was a simple gray-white color, similar to the texture of cement.

What surprised Yang Xiao the most was the last photo. This photo was completely black. It was an almost pure black photo.

The script will not give useless clues. Yang Xiao closed his eyes and calmed down. After a while, he opened them again and stared at the photo. Little by little, he actually saw something.

The black in the photo has a weird layered feel, and the center position seems to be filled with many things crowded together, still squirming.

The black on both sides of the photo is obviously lighter.

After a moment, Yang Xiao's breathing suddenly stopped. He saw it. He finally saw it. The background was in a dark corridor, and the black in the middle was a huge figure.

The figure was as tall as the ceiling, almost blocking the entire lens.

It's not wrong. Based on past experience, this terrifying existence is the ghost in the mission, but Yang Xiao can't figure it out no matter what.

How on earth could something look like this?

This does not look like a human being, but more like the white-clothed ghost Bodhisattva absorbed by the opera robe.

Of course, he was talking about the true appearance of the white-robed ghost Bodhisattva, that tall, bloated ghost with a mouth full of chanting sutras, a rotten and oozing ghost.

Just when Yang Xiao calmed down and put down the photo in his hand, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange in the darkness not far away.

It's not very dark there, it's just very special. There is a lighting lamp not far from there, but it doesn't seem to be able to dispel the darkness here. It's like... it's like all the incoming light has been absorbed.

After Yang Xiao reacted, he turned around and ran towards the entrance of the park, where there were more and brighter lights.

He knew what was going on in that strange darkness.

Hidden there was a big guy that was as tall as the surrounding saplings and completely black.

Yang Xiao moved very fast and paid attention to the movements around him. There was no sound of footsteps behind him, but he did not dare to relax at all, because he noticed that it was getting darker around him.

The big guy is approaching, approaching quietly, but how on earth does it do it, and why is there no movement at all.

Finally, Yang Xiao saw the exit. The iron gate was still open, and there were 4 or 5 street lights around it. It was bright and made him feel safe.

The moment Yang Xiao rushed through the iron gate, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a gust of wind in his ears, as if something big was flying towards him. Yang Xiao tilted his body. He was already very fast, but he was still He was swept, but luckily it hit the backpack behind him.

But even so, the huge force made him kneel down for several steps before he could barely stand still, and his shoulders were bruised.

When he turned around, he saw several young men in front of him. The one in the middle was wearing a school uniform. Yang Xiao recognized the yellow-haired boy at a glance.

"What the hell! You're lucky that I didn't kill you with a shovel!" The yellow-haired boy stared at Yang Xiao fiercely and cursed.

There were four people in total. In addition to the yellow-haired boy and the girl with heavy makeup, there were two adult men with a shovel in their hands and a baseball bat in their hands. At this moment, they looked at Yang Xiao with extremely fierce eyes.

The cold feeling behind him disappeared. Yang Xiao was sure that the thing was gone.

"Xiaofeng, is that him?" The man with a scar on his forehead raised his chin disdainfully at Yang Xiao. He was wearing a denim jacket, tight pants, and a pair of loafers. The words "Haoran" were embroidered on the left foot and "Justice" on the right foot on the pure black upper.

"You dare to touch our little brother, don't you know that we are protecting him?" Another man with dyed red hair shouted, holding a baseball bat in his hand, "My name is Ermalu Qiangzi, I will break one of your legs today to teach you a lesson."

"What the hell! I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'm going to kill you today!" Huangmao had a helper, and his courage and momentum were completely different from not long ago.

Under Yang Xiao's strange eyes, Huangmao actually took out a switchblade from his arms, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light.

"You dare to kill someone?" Yang Xiao asked, "Don't you know that killing someone means paying with your life?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm young, and killing you is in vain! At most, I'll stay in jail for a few days, and I'll kill all your parents when I get out!" Huangmao had a knife in his hand, and he was full of confidence.

"Zhang Qiang, don't be afraid, you kill him, I'll wait for you to come out, and I'll marry you!" The heavily made-up girl no longer looked aggrieved before, she shouted loudly, asking Huangmao and the other two to come together, don't let Yang Xiao run away.

Huang Mao doesn't count. Those two guys have a lot of experience in fighting. In a normal fight, no one would use a shovel. They were clearly planning to kill.

The three of them surrounded Yang Xiao from three directions.

"Do you know who I am?" Yang Xiao smiled and put down his backpack. In the horrified eyes of several people, he pulled out a pistol with his backhand.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang Bang Bang!!"