Zhang Heng returned from the grocery store with a full load and walked through the lobby of the Gilman Hostel with a backpack on his back.

The good-looking waiter didn't say a word, as if he hadn't seen the inexplicable extra backpack behind him, even though the tip of the rifle had already protruded a long way out of it.

Zhang Heng stepped on the dilapidated staircase to the guest room on the top floor, the wooden planks creaking under his feet, as if protesting against the sudden increase in weight on his body.

The lights in the hallway weren't much better than outside, and although they were still on, they were limited in what they could reach, and the shadows cast on the walls looked terrifying.

Zhang Heng noticed that there were people walking around in the room opposite the door, and from the pace he could hear how irritable the young stranger was now, but after a while, he sat down again, and seemed to have taken a book out of his luggage, Zhang Heng heard the sound of the paper being turned, and Fabricy Cot seemed to want to calm himself down in this way.

So Zhang Heng didn't continue to stand in the corridor, and stretched out his hand to push open his door.

Zhang Heng, who returned to his residence, did not rest, but began to sort out the things he brought back, he tried to make a few Molotov cocktails with the method given to him by the Finnish partisans in the Soviet-Finnish War, of course, using those bottles, but the simple whiskey is not high, and it is difficult to be ignited, Zhang Heng waited until some high-purity whiskey through distillation, and added velvet as a fuse in the middle.

Then he loaded all three guns with bullets and tied hooks to the ends of the ropes, so that they could be used to climb walls. And in the end, Zhang Heng also picked up the fishing line, and after a while, the room was full of fishing lines, those fishing lines were very thin, and they couldn't be seen at all if they didn't look carefully in the existing dim light, let alone in the darkness after the lights were turned off.

Only Zhang Heng himself knew the location of those fishing lines.

He didn't expect these fishing lines to kill people, after all, their sharpness and tenacity were limited, as long as they could block the uninvited guests that might appear, especially if the other party didn't know where the fishing line was in the house, so that the other party's actions would naturally be blocked.

Zhang Heng paid special attention to the location of several doors and windows, and after leaving an escape route for himself, he blocked all other places with fishing lines.

After doing all this, he pressed his chair against the doorknob, and then lay down on the bed.

He didn't fall asleep, he couldn't tell if it was a dream or a place, and he didn't feel sleepy, so he lay there and checked his four shadow props.

Zhang Heng couldn't say why, after coming to this place, he could clearly feel that the power contained in the shadow sleeve had recovered to a certain extent, but it was different from the feeling he had when he used it before, Zhang Heng took out his favorite [Shadow Moment] and meditated on the crow in his heart.

However, the next moment, he didn't see the crow in the dark, Zhang Heng tried to change the number of uses and the remaining [Shadow Foot], but there was no result.

Zhang Heng was about to try the [Key of Shadows] again, but then his ears moved.

There was a creaking sound coming from the stairs and hallways, which meant that someone had come upstairs, and it wasn't a new tenant or a hostel attendant, except because the only bus with contact with the outside world was out of service tonight, and because the visitor had deliberately kept his pace very light.

This means that the other party came up secretly and did not want to be known.

Zhang Heng spent a lot of time distilling whiskey and setting traps before, but now it was past 12 o'clock in the evening, and most of them must have fallen asleep, and as if to confirm his speculation, the next moment the old electric light in Zhang Heng's house suddenly struck, and the room fell into darkness.

This is not because it has finally reached the end of its useful life and survived until the day of glorious retirement, but because someone has cut the power switch.

Zhang Heng knew that the show was about to begin.

The townspeople kept saying that there was a celebration in the evening, but until now there was no one on the street outside the house, and the guys had been busy preparing for so long that it made no sense that they all went home to sleep at last.

But Zhang Heng was not in a hurry, he lay on the bed and didn't move, wanting to see what the guy in the corridor was going to do first.

Contrary to Zhang Heng's expectations, the other party first went to room 428 opposite Fabricott, and stayed in front of the door for a while, probably listening to the movement inside, and then there was the sound of the key inserted into the lock hole.

Fabricott is obviously not defenseless, his previous anxious attitude has explained a lot, although he did not agree with Zhang Heng's plan to arm himself, but after coming back, he seemed to have made some preparations, and the person outside the door tried with the key for a while but failed to open the door, so he went around to the next room.

The room in the Gilman Hostel is very interesting, taking the one Zhang Heng lives in as an example, although it is only a single room, but there is a main door and two side doors, the two side doors are connected to the left and right hand rooms respectively, Zhang Heng estimates that the 428 of the door should be similar.

The intruder apparently wanted to find another way to get through the main entrance, but he was busy for a long time, and after trying both side doors, he couldn't find a way to enter room 428.

Zhang Heng originally thought that the guy would temporarily give up 428 and sneak into his room next, but to his surprise, the voice in the corridor turned out to be far away, and the person who came seemed to have returned downstairs.

After that, Zhang Heng heard the sound of footsteps in room 428, Fabricott obviously didn't fall asleep, the poor young man estimated that he was frightened at this time, but he didn't let himself be immersed in fear, he knew that the opportunity was rare, since the other party had decided to do something to him, it would definitely not be so easy to give up, staying in the room was a dead end, he had to use the interval in the middle to escape.

Fabricott didn't dare to go out and escape down the stairs, so he first thought of the window, unlike Zhang Heng's house, his room was directly below a dilapidated patio, and some low, deserted masonry buildings around the patio, and a country swamp on the west side.

The window was too high from the ground, and Fabricott wanted to jump to the roof of a masonry building, but he looked at it, and he couldn't jump to the nearest masonry building at this distance, but it might be enough to walk through two more rooms, so he tried the side door on the south side first, and found that something was stuck behind the door, and he had to turn to the north side in view of this situation.

At this moment, the creepy footsteps came from the staircase again, and the hairs on Fabricott's body stood on end, and soon there was a violent banging on his door, and the person who came seemed to have given up his disguise and decided to use force him directly.

Just when Fabricott involuntarily trembled because of fear, Zhang Heng, who was facing the door, showed a strange look on his face.

Because no one had come to look for him until now, it was as if the guys outside had forgotten about him.