Cheng Wen sat on a chair in the rental house, his feet kept stepping on the floor, and the vibration of the soles of his shoes rolled up the soot on the ground.

The orange cigarette butt fire was the only light source in the whole room, and Cheng Wen swallowed the clouds and smoke restlessly, sticking out his tongue from time to time to lick his dry lips.

"Why haven't you come up yet?"

Cheng Wen muttered to himself, reached under the chair, pulled out the steel baseball bat, and walked to the door to see where Cheng Wu was

Before he could reach the door, there was a knock on the door.

Here it comes

Cheng Wen was overjoyed, bent his legs, brought his eyes to the position of the cat's eye, and looked out through the glass door mirror.

In the door mirror, there was nothing to see except a patch of red.

？

Cheng Wen blinked, and then leaned over to peek at the cat's eye, but there was still only a patch of red.

Is it the red blessing paper from the Spring Festival pasted outside the door?

Cheng Wen was not sure about his memory, so he hesitated and whispered to the door: "Is Cheng Wu you?" ”

No response.

Cheng Wen licked his dry lips, clenched the steel baseball bat in his hand, and just wanted to open the door, he heard the sound of the soles of cloth shoes rubbing against the cement floor outside the door.

Brush-pull, brush-pull.

The footsteps were not heavy, but they were so slow that it was easy to conjure up in the mind the image of an old woman with a bent back and a hobbling step, wandering back and forth outside the door.

Cheng Wen raised his voice slightly, "Cheng Wu? ”

There was no response, but the old woman's old and loud voice sounded outside the door, "Erzhu, Erzhu? Is that you? ”

“... This damn old woman. ”

Cheng Wen scolded secretly in his heart, worried that the old woman would be too noisy and wake up the other residents in the building, so he could only put the baseball bat in the corner of the wall that could not be seen outside the door, and stretched out his hand to push open the security door.

The door opened, and an old woman with gray hair and a curvy back stood in the hallway, clutching a cloth bag tightly in her hand.

"Erzhu, what about Erzhu?"

Cheng Wen saw the bulging bag in the old woman's hand, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly said, "The second pillar is inside, grandma, you come in first." ”

"Eh, okay."

The old woman nodded slowly and lifted her feet.

Smack.

Outside the security door, there was the sound of heavy objects falling.

Grunt.

An irregular sphere fell on the concrete floor of the corridor outside Cheng Wen's house, rolling continuously.

Through the moonlight, Cheng Wen saw clearly what the sphere was.

Head.

Cheng Wu's, head.

The appearance of the twin brother is most familiar to Cheng Wen.

But at this time, Cheng Wu's skull, his eyes were opened to the limit, and his bloodshot red eyes were full of boundless fear, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

At the broken neck, from time to time a stream or two of blood spurted out of the blood vessels.

Ahh

Cheng Wen instantly understood what the red he saw in the cat's eyes just now was - the bloodshot eyes of Cheng Wu's head stuck outside the security door.

He only felt his scalp tingle, and the two trembled, and he looked at the old woman who seemed to be smiling and wanted to scream loudly, but her vocal cords were like rusty conveyor belts, motionless.

On weekdays, he is brave and ruthless, bullying the good and bullying the weak, but at this time, it has turned into the most primitive and essential cowardice and fear.

He hurriedly slammed the security door shut, and his trembling fingers struggled to lock it.

Picking up the steel baseball bat placed in the corner, Cheng Wen took two steps back and screamed loudly: "Help! It's on fire! It's on fire! ”

Cries for help in the middle of the night often do not get help from neighbors, while cries about fires can attract all the residents in the vicinity.

Cheng Wen held a baseball bat and shouted loudly, but he didn't hear the footsteps of any residents in the corridor, and the whole building seemed to fall into absolute dead silence, silent.

He forced himself to calm down, stared at the door, slowly backed away, grabbed the phone on the guest table, and called the police.

As a ruffian, he often forces ordinary people to the point where he needs to call the police, but now, Cheng Wen, who is in a panic, has no choice but to take this call as the only life-saving straw.

Toot, toot, toot.

The phone was quickly connected, and Cheng Wen shouted at the phone: "Hey?!" It's quiet...."

"Cluck, cluck."

On the other end of the phone, a narrow and slow laugh came from the other end, interrupting Cheng Wen's words.

"Giggle, cluck, good grandson, help grandma open the door."

The old woman's voice rang on the phone, and Cheng Wen reflexively threw away the phone, as if his palm had been burned by hundreds of degrees of high-temperature steam.

What's going on?!

Cheng Wen didn't dare to pant loudly at all, he quietly rushed to the end of the living room, pushed open the window and looked down,

The 20-metre drop in height made him dizzy – the residential building still had the same rough grain-smeared walls of the last century, and the narrow spaces on the edge of the windows were barely a palm's length, making it extremely difficult for people to climb on.

Outside the anti-theft door, the soft knock on the door gradually became louder unconsciously,

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It's like an iron sledgehammer is knocking on the security door.

The steel and iron door body was smashed out of the depression, and a ray of moonlight leaked through the crack in the door and sprinkled on the ground covered with soot.

The pain of the death of the twin brother, completely diluted by the fear of death,

Cheng Wen hesitated for a moment, stuck the steel baseball bat on the belt around his waist, bowed down, and climbed onto the windowsill.

With great effort, he twisted his palms and clinged to the raised windowsill, his upper body pressed against the edge of the windowsill, and his lower body slowly leaned out.

With his feet falling naturally, Cheng Wen struggled to balance his body, trying to make his legs swinging from side to side reach the edge of the windowsill downstairs.

As he struggled, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and silence returned to heaven and earth.

Cheng Wen stopped climbing down, as if he felt something, staring at the door that had been smashed open a gap.

Click-

A palm, flat to the point of a piece of paper, came through the crack in the door,

Then there are the arms, the head, the neck, the upper body, and the lower body.

The old woman, with one hand bent in front and one hand bent back, with a strange smile on her face, slipped through the crack in the door like a piece of paper.

Because she maintained an inclined posture, Cheng Wen could only see half of her face,

The wrinkled skin of the face is extremely "transparent", with well-defined lines, and then the moonlight can see all the fine blood vessels distributed in it.

Cheng Wen suddenly remembered the trick he had seen in his childhood, this is shadow puppetry, shadow puppetry.

"Grandson, where are you?"

The paper-like old woman turned around slowly, maintaining a horizontal posture, and smiled half of her face towards Cheng Wen, "Ah, so you're here." ”

The old woman's hands in the shadow puppet show swayed wildly one after the other, but her whole body was still horizontal, rushing towards Cheng Wen.