After entering the task scene today, handling the lease contract at the property management office, and moving into this old building, No. 3 felt that something was wrong.

A pregnant woman in the neighborhood died, and her body was rotten in the house for many days before it was found.

She used a little method to find out that the deceased's surname was Chu and her husband's surname was Qin, which happened to coincide with the 'Qin and Chu' in the 'Dead Qin and Non-Chu' in this mission.

This is no coincidence!

The trial space will not send her, No. 1 and No. 2 to the same place for no reason, and the two couples surnamed 'Qin and Chu' in the mission should be related to the task prompt.

Suffering the loss of identity, No. 3 did not know as much about this mission as Song Qingxiao and No. 2, but out of the intuition of the trialist, she still vaguely felt that she wanted to prevent Qin Heng from dying at the hands of someone surnamed Chu.

After inquiring about this, she paid special attention to 17-4.

The house she rented from the property management office was at 13-4, which happened to be the same house as 17-4 where the accident occurred.

Upon entering the community, Number Three smelled the lingering stench, which supposedly meant that the rotting female corpse of 17-4 had been removed, and the stench should have dissipated.

But the smell of death, which symbolizes death, did not dissipate as the body was removed, but became stronger and stronger.

Even if the doors and windows are locked, the stench can penetrate into the house through the cracks.

At the beginning of the evening, No. 3 noticed that a hazy mist began to rise in the community, slowly clinging to the windows, condensing thin droplets.

The fog came in such a strange way, and as time passed, it showed no signs of dissipating, but only became thicker and thicker.

Number Three lay down in bed early, pricking up his ears to listen to the noise outside.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was no noise at all, as if everyone had a tacit understanding in such an environment at this moment.

Sometimes this kind of silence brings people not tranquility and tranquility, but an unspeakable pressure and terror.

Even No. 3 had an unusually boredoming feeling, and at one or two o'clock in the night, No. 3 heard the sound of 'ticking' falling water.

The sound seemed to be coming from the direction of the bathroom, and she couldn't tell when it sounded, it seemed to have been ringing for a long time.

The community here is old, and it may be that there is a leak from the upper floor, which penetrates down through the ceiling.

She rolled over, just in time to hear a roar from downstairs.

A man yelled angrily:

"Who's house has someone dead and rotten and won't bury it? Why does it stink so much. ”

The sound seemed to break all rules of silence, reverberating throughout the building, and Three's heart moved, and she turned over and sat up from the bed and opened the door.

Tonight, the aisle was silent, the elevator was descending rapidly, and the shaft of the steel rope made a 'whooshing' sound, obviously preparing to welcome the people downstairs who returned in the middle of the night.

With an inexplicable mentality, No. 3 began to climb from the direction of the safety ladder to the seventeenth floor.

Her movements were unusually agile, and she didn't match her fat body, and through the gap in the security door, she saw the elevator stop on the seventeenth floor, and a man with a depressed expression stepped out.

No. 3 saw Qin Heng walk to the door of 17-4, the hidden door 'creaked' faintly opened, and after Qin Heng walked in, the door swayed and closed, swallowing his figure into it.

At this time, the creepy scene that made No. 3 feel creepy happened, after Qin Heng entered, at the crack in the door, strands of black mist slowly poured out from all around the crack in the door, wrapping the door.

Courage Three, trying to get closer, reached out to pull the door, which seemed to be welded to death in all directions, and no matter how hard she tried, it didn't move.

In room 17-4, the sound of 'drip-answer' water is getting denser and louder, and it is slowly overflowing the bathroom.

Qin Heng shouted hoarsely, but he still didn't get a response.

The water in the bathroom began to spread outward, like a snake that snaked from the door of the bathroom to all directions.

In the midst of the surging water, the 'ticking' sound was like a life-threatening talisman.

The phone hadn't rang for a long time, and Chu Ke's weird singing voice hadn't sung anymore, but this kind of silence didn't appease Qin Heng, but made him even more frightened.

"Help......

Qin Heng was so frightened that his heart was broken, and his hand poked out from the hole in the door, constantly scratching and pulling, trying to catch a life-saving duckweed and save himself from this desperate place.

He reached out more and more, desperate to squeeze his body into the hole and get out of the cage.

In fact, he knew, it didn't work.

When he returned, it was very quiet, and no one paid attention to him, whether he scolded loudly, made a loud noise, or came home later and found that something was wrong, crying and pleading.

If anyone heard his voice and was willing to deal with him and save him, he would have come a long time ago and would not have waited until this time.

But at the moment of life and death, the desire to survive still prevailed, and he tried to reach out and scratch and touch.

He had been doing this for a long time, and the corridor outside was empty, and the only thing that responded to him was the cool breeze of 'whooshing'.

Perhaps no one will find him trapped tonight, and this time he reached out, and it was only a survival instinct.

But as he kept reaching out, he suddenly came across something extremely cold.

That thing was a little hard, and as soon as it touched it, it made Qin Heng shiver.

As soon as his fingertips moved, the cold thing moved with him.

It seemed to be a hand, a little fat, cold and hard, he called for a long time, and finally someone came, and he was very happy to hold this hand tightly.

"Help!" The moment Qin Heng touched this hand, a fire of hope burst out in his eyes, he instinctively shouted, and then vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

After the fat and abnormal hand was grabbed by him, he did not shake it off, nor did he make a sound to soothe him, but as if he was extremely greedy for the temperature of his body, he slowly opened his fingers, squeezed each of his fingers away, and inserted his own fingers into his fingers, interlocking with his ten fingers.

The movement was so weird, and the hand was unusually hard, like a piece of frozen meat, and it felt like damp ice slag.

Once close to him, the terrifying chill spread from the place where the palms of the two of them met, through Qin Heng's palms, into his arms, along the blood vessels, and into every part of his body.

In the middle of the night, there was no one around, he called for help for a long time and no one paid attention to him, why did someone appear at his door at this time?

Even if someone finds themselves and intends to save them, why would they use this way to clasp their fingers with themselves.

At this moment, the blood seemed to be frozen by the chill on the palm of his hand, and stopped flowing, Qin Heng was so frightened that he forgot to withdraw his hand.

He was like a robot that had not been oiled for a long time, turning his head with difficulty, and saw the mobile phone in his other hand, which had not rang for a long time, and before that, Chu Ke had made many phone calls and told him:

"I'm back."