The atmosphere didn't dare to take a breath, but they were ready to run away at any time.

The four people, in all four directions, looked at the statue intently, as if they had forgotten the action of blinking.

The longer they looked at it, the more panicked they became, as if the statue would pounce on them the next moment.

They kept staring, staring through the thick darkness.

Look at the statue's body standing upright.

Look at his head facing the wall.

Looking at the head facing the wall, he moved slightly.

The hearts of the four jumped.

A white light suddenly flashed.

Through this sudden light, they also saw the whole picture of the statue in that instant.

And the statue that.

Dead gray, iron-green, covered with white ice ballast......

Shriveled face.

And the eyes on the face.

Covered with a white membranacean.

There are no eyes that sparkle any of them.

The statue was supposed to be facing the wall completely faced.

In that flash of white light.

But he had already screwed his head in the direction where the four people were.

Silently watching them.

But with a chilling grin.

Thunder rumbled suddenly.

Along with the thunder.

There was also the sound of the statue falling to the ground suddenly.

It fell in the middle of the four.

Divide the four-person partition.

Without the slightest hesitation, the four of them immediately turned around and fled.

Two, Four, and Five ran screaming in the direction they came.

The three ran farther down the hallway alone.

Just for a moment.

None of them found out.

Three has become the one who is alone.

The flash of lightning came back on.

on the ground.

The face of the statue remains in a twisted position.

The expression of horror just seemed to be in the direction of the three escapes.

looked at his back as he fled in a panic.

……

As soon as I heard the movement outside.

So the next moment, I held my breath.

He slammed his back against the door, listening to the thunder outside, the sound of things falling, and the sound of panicked, dull footsteps.

As well as screams.

He didn't move for a long time, just pressed against the door.

Until the screams fade away, and finally disappear completely.

He dared to relax his body slightly.

He didn't know what was going on outside.

However, at the thought of the sixth figure he had seen in it before, he couldn't help but shudder.

However, the sixth figure seemed to have gone out with the others, and locked him inside.

In that case, he should be safe for the time being.

There was nothing else in this room but him.

His body couldn't help but slide slowly down the door, sat on the ground, his back against the door, and then re-emerged above the water like a drowning man, greedily, gulping for air.

Although the noise outside only lasted for just over ten seconds.

But he felt like it had been more than a decade.

Finally, his breathing gradually became calmer.

He also wanted to get back on his feet.

It's just that I just used my hands to prop myself up a little bit from the ground.

There was a sharp knock on the door.

It was as if someone was in a hurry to get home.

He immediately slammed against the door, almost using all his strength.

Even so, the door panel behind him was knocked violently and trembled.

It even made his back tingle.

He gritted his teeth, restrained his slightly trembling body, and resolutely pressed against the door.

The knocking on the door continued for half a minute before it stopped.

But he didn't dare to leave, for fear that the "person" who knocked on the door would suddenly kill him.

He was still pressed against the door until another half minute passed.

He heard a rustling sound outside the door.

It was as if something was crawling on the carpet in the hallway outside the door.

It wasn't until the voice faded away and he could no longer be heard that he relaxed his body and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was only for a minute, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and sat slumped, leaning against the door, and did not move for a long time.

He gasped for air, his back almost soaked in cold sweat.

Even now, his mind was still blank, and he couldn't think of anything, except that the series of experiences just now were being replayed over and over again, and then cruelly reminded him of one thing.

It's not normal here.

There's something that's not right here.

The clearer these two thoughts came to his mind, the deeper the despair became.

Because in front of those abnormal "things", he has no strength to resist at all.

But it shouldn't have been.

He felt like he should have forgotten a lot of things.

But I couldn't think of anything.

If you think about it, you can only feel that your brain is becoming more and more blank, and in the end you still can't remember anything, but seems to forget more.

I don't know how long it took, but he still held that position, leaning against the door.

Until, he heard the sound of footsteps.

From the outside of the door.

Returning to the light, he instantly became vigilant, one ear pressed to the door, and listened intently to the movement outside.

Now, it became clearer.

It was indeed the sound of footsteps.

He thought someone else had come back looking for him.

But soon, it was discovered that something was wrong.

Footsteps outside were slow.

And it's not the kind of short and continuous footsteps.

It's like you're dragging your feet forward.

Listening to the footsteps, a picture also appeared in his mind.

A man with a rickety body who can't see men and women clearly.

He, or she, hung his head down, and perhaps his long hair fell out.

The man lifted his leg lightly and took a step forward.

After that, the rickety, shriveled body leaned forward, and at the same time, the other leg that was badly twisted and deformed, as the body leaned forward, was slowly dragged behind the previous foot.

The man staggered and walked slowly forward......

He immediately erased these thoughts from his mind and listened carefully to the footsteps outside.

It's just that the more I don't think about it, the more the picture in my mind becomes more real.

He couldn't help but think.

In case of......

In case the owner of that footstep outside.

Did he stop outside this door?

Will he come in?

When the footsteps walked through the door, he couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately crawled away, completely away from the position of the door, his hands on the ground, raised his upper body, and only pursed his lips, staring at the door.

The footsteps were still fading away, and he slowly stepped back.

Until you can't hear footsteps.

He felt his fingers behind his back touch something.

One-touch to part.

He reflexively withdrew his hand, turned around, and stepped back slightly.

But he must have been in the dark for a long time, so he could barely see clearly.

It seemed to be a candle.

He paused, finally gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage to lean over, and then resolutely reached out and grabbed the object that appeared to be a candle.