Occasionally, you can hear a few goosebump-inducing roars.

The whole city is shrouded in an atmosphere of horror, giving the newcomer Cangjie a different experience.

He sat down on the balcony, his thigh muscles trembled, his legs were weak, he couldn't exert his strength, and he couldn't close his legs.

It is difficult for modern people, who are addicted to stability, to resist this fear, to deal with any danger, not to experience any death.

The most terrifying thing I encountered was playing on my phone in class, and the teacher suddenly stood behind you.

You said that if you were a soldier or a policeman, in the face of this situation, the survival rate might be higher than his.

He's just an otaku who writes novels, brushes 13 stations in his spare time, and occasionally collects his wife.

Nothing special, nothing outstanding, life is ordinary, and a lifetime has probably passed like that.

Cangjie sat on the balcony, his thoughts were mixed, sighing that it was not easy, thinking about what way to find a way to die without pain.

Thinking about it, a roar suddenly sounded around him, and it seemed to be close to his ears, so frightened that Cangjie's hairs exploded, and his heart seemed to be about to stop.

He turned his head stiffly, a crackling sound came from his neck, and he made eye contact with his next-door neighbor through the glass.

His neighbor is a divorced single mother in her thirties, with a 12-year-old daughter named Sister Min.

Cangjie would sometimes bump into them in the elevator, and the little girl would politely call him uncle, although ...... Well, he's an uncle indeed.

Although Sister Min is already a mother, her body is well managed, and her charm still exists, at most she can only be called a young woman.

Occasionally, Cangjie also has a little fantasy, an adult male with strong hormones, well, you know......

However, the illusions of youth and ignorance were all shattered in this eye.

Don't dare to move!

Do you dare not love!

Sister Min is wearing a nightdress, her figure is still so good, but the nightdress is covered with spots of black-brown blood, and the beautiful face that is remembered by young people is half angel and half devil at the moment.

One side is intact, but the other side is blurry with flesh and blood, dripping and oozing black blood, and the nerves of the eyeballs are pulled out and drooping around the mouth.

Like what?

In the biology classroom, half flesh and half skin.

The stomach began to reflux acid, surging all the way, and finally the esophagus was stuck in the middle due to tension and wrinkle, and it couldn't go up or down, which was almost suffocating.

"Roaring ......"

Sister Min moved, she staggered towards Cangjie, and began to collide and scratch because of the obstruction of the glass and the anti-theft window.

Cangjie just watched quietly, fear pulled the strength of his whole body away, his body was out of the control of his brain, and he couldn't react at all.

Black blood stains bloom on the glass, which is harder between human bones and hollow security windows and solid glass.

That's right, it's the burglar-proof windows and glass!

Humans may not be able to smash glass, they may not be able to smash burglar-proof windows, but ......

Their connections are not as strong as they might be.

One hit, two hits, ten hits, a hundred, in fact, it didn't take a hundred hits at all, and the anti-theft window and glass fell off the whole piece under the impact of Sister Min, falling to the bottom of the building, making a huge crisp sound.

The aimless wandering corpses downstairs were slightly disturbed and gathered, but soon dispersed after not feeling the breath of the living creatures.

Sister Min smashed open the window, Sister Min is coming, Sister Min ......

I went down with the window......

There is no joy for the rest of her life after the catastrophe, and there is no banter watching Sister Min jump down.

Cangjie was stunned, and lay down for a long time, he rushed into the toilet with a roll, and the thing in his throat finally spit out, and while he vomited, tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.

Spit to prostration, vomit to nothing to vomit can only retch, Cangjie stood up with the toilet and pressed the pumping button, and the water in the tank washed the dirt down.

Cangjie stepped on a vain step and walked towards the kitchen.

He doesn't want to live in such a world, he wants to go back!

He didn't want to stay here any longer!

Cangjie stretched out his hand to the kitchen knife that was glowing coldly.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Who! What the hell!

Cangjie pulled out a kitchen knife, held it in front of him with both hands, and looked around suspiciously.

The sound was small, but it was clear through the walls and into his ears.

This is...... Cry......

Cangjie held the kitchen knife, spat lightly, slowly pressed his ear against the wall, and knocked the back of the knife twice on the wall.

The sound is crisp and loud in the silence of the room.

The faint cry was paused, and there was no sound, only the sound of Cangjie's own breathing.

After waiting for a while, Cangjie Mumu's mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

Yes, what's the matter with him, what about the people on the other side, he plans to die back, whatever......

"Knock Knock ......"

It's a muffled sound, it should be from the hand tapping......

Cangjie ignored it, was silent for a while, glared angrily, and aimed the blade of the kitchen knife at himself.

It's just a little bit of effort, a little harder, and you can go back right away, it's okay, Cangjie doesn't have to be afraid......

kept doing psychological construction for himself, Cangjie gasped, and the snoring and panting sound was extremely loud.

The knocking sound is coming again.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Harder, more hurried, with the sound of percussion, and that faint, choked one.

"Uncle ......"

"When the ......"

The kitchen knife fell from his hand, and Cangjie punched the wall hatefully.

Fuck it! He's my brother!!

Chapter 3: Madoka

Cangjie didn't understand in the end why he didn't give himself a simple conclusion.

For the sake of the angry uncle, or for the crying little girl next door, or is it simply afraid of death?

Cangjie didn't know, selfishly, he didn't want to admit his senseless sympathy, nor did he want to accept his true reaction from the heart.

In short, the sound of Uncle pulled him out of the search for death and life.

Anyway, it's so terrifying out there, or else, let's live for a while? When the time comes, are you afraid that you won't have a chance to die back?

The kitchen knife that fell on the ground was held by Cangjie again, but this time he was not going to break it for himself.

He leaned on the security door, listened to the movement outside, and looked through the cat's eyes at the dark corridor outside.

To be honest, he couldn't see anything clearly, but Cangjie was still staring desperately, his eyes were sour, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't muster up the courage to open the door.

The action of opening the door was both torment and torture for him, and in this repeated entanglement, in the extremely quiet corridor, there was a sound of the door lock sliding.

"Click......"

It's slight, but it's shocking.

Cangjie held his breath.

"Knock knock......" The security door is knocked.

"Uncle?" said a childish voice like a cat's meow.

The breath that Cangjie held back was blocked in his chest for some reason, and his face was flushed, and no one cared about his face in this darkness.

Exhaling that turbid breath, Cangjie sorted out his mood and pressed the doorknob.

"Squeak......

"Uncle ......"

The girl's cheers of joy ended halfway through, apparently startled by the glittering kitchen knife.

Cangjie was a little at a loss, coughed embarrassedly, hurriedly put the kitchen knife behind him, and opened the door a little.