No way, someone must be doing something wrong.

Wei Fang's firm historical materialism in his heart made him immediately deny his unrealistic possibility.

He bowed his head to the cuckoo and said, "I'll go outside and have a look." ”

These words made the cuckoo of the six gods and no master startled into a cold sweat.

"Don't you go out...... If...... I'm scared ......."

If Wei Flail opened the door and went to the corridor, in case the old woman's cough was really not a human, but a sinister demon...... Thinking that Wei Flail might encounter an accident, the cuckoo was even more frightened, almost using the wall behind him as a backing, leaning firmly against the head of the bed, staring back and forth at the air of the room after a glance.

If she is killed, she will not get out of bed, and it is better that Wei Flail does not get out of bed, she is alone in the house, and thinking of the ghost outside is enough to be terrifying.

"It's going to be fine."

Wei Flais didn't listen to the cuckoo's persuasion, insisted on dressing himself in underwear, put on a fat T-shirt, stepped on the pair of black plastic slippers he had used for two years, and walked towards the door in a rhythmic manner.

The wind in the hallway blew flickeringly, and the door was blown so that it occasionally rattled against the door frame, making a dull echo.

Wei Flais suspected that the old woman's coughing voice might have been misheard, and the wind in the corridor at night was so strong, maybe it was just the sound of the wind in a low voice. And listening to the coughing sound of the old woman is just a psychological hint they give themselves.

Thinking about it, Wei Flails stopped and focused on his ears.

He even slowed down the rhythm of his breathing, and he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the noise he made would affect his ability to distinguish this sound.

Ahem, ahem!

Wei Yao's heart was shocked, and he took a step back, his feet a little weak.

He heard it right, it was an elderly woman coughing.

Boom!

The footsteps actually stopped, and the previous cough seemed to be close at hand.

Wei Flails couldn't make up his mind now, he wanted to wait and see what "it" wanted to do. If he wasn't mistaken, the "it" was now parked at the door of his house.

The door of this building, in addition to an old wrought-iron door with green paint, also has a thin wooden door with a cat's eye on the door, which is the same in every room. Wei Feng couldn't help but think that "it" might be lying on the door, with those eyes mixed with malice and mischievous laughter, waiting for him to throw himself into the net, and give him a big startle as he looked through the cat's eye in the hallway.

According to the many related books he has read, the description of "them" is that they can penetrate matter, and that they are powerful substances that can manipulate and influence the material world, such as taking objects in the air, locking the door of the house to form a secret room, and killing people by coincidence in the style of "The Grim Reaper". But these "them" are all powerful spirits, with no reason or emotion to speak of, and are completely incapable of communicating with them.

For the first time, Wei Flail was troubled by his "hard work", and he preferred to know very little about this aspect.

He felt like a giant ship sailing to the deep sea, just like the Titanic, with an equal amount of giant icebergs and reefs in front of him, ready to take his life at any moment.

He set his mind and stepped out of his steps firmly.

On average, someone dies every second and someone is born every second.

The so-called people die and birds rise to the sky, and they do not die for thousands of years.

He didn't believe his luck was so bad, and the "it" or "them" outside the door weren't sure if it was what he thought it would be.

He held his breath and carefully placed his hands gently on the back of the door. The center of gravity of this posture is not based on the two hands, and if there is an unexpected situation, he can also retreat as soon as possible.

"Ahh

The loud woman screamed, and it was impossible for Wei Fang to be unfamiliar with this voice.

Cuckoo!

Now even ghosts can use their voices to attack the west? Is the ancestor's "Art of War" also famous in the world of "them"?

No, it's a ghost, a human predator.

No one knows why ghosts in literature are so lethal to humans, but for some animals, they are not so dangerous.

Wei Flai's body preceded consciousness, and his right hand was already on the doorknob.

"Husband!"

Wei Fang's face was red and white.

He was ashamed of his idea of running away, there was his own woman in the house, and he left a weak woman and ran out like this, is he still a man?

He built his mind on himself, and then turned his head decisively.

I saw the cuckoo trembling and pointing behind him.

"Behind you!"

Behind?

Between the lightning and the fire, the hairs on Wei Fang's whole body stood up like flags, and his legs were like lead. He felt the cold wind blowing softly on his shoulder, as if someone was standing behind him, blowing slowly into his ear. More precisely, the man was so close to him that "it's" breath inadvertently hit him.

Wei Fang's breathing became rapid, his mind could not control his thoughts, and he felt a suffocating threat to his life. Standing behind him may be the natural enemy of mankind, a while ago watching the news, there is a madman church who calls itself "Truth Cultist", claiming that ghosts are real, they lurk in daily life, in the sun does not shine shadows, the root system is developed to weave the netherworld.

At that time, he just laughed at the fact that the Rausch Shinrikyo cultists also declared that the "end of the world" was coming, and that they held the truth of a few people, and that only by believing in the true God like them could they obtain a new form of life in the new world after Nirvana in the old world.

He lamented that the world was declining and cultists could also be on the news, and he felt that the truth cultist might be a pyramid scheme, which was nothing more than that set of money-trapping methods preached by Martin Luther's medieval church at the same time: "all people are guilty" and "money eliminates sin".

However, now his ideas are not so firm.

Could it be that the "madman" is telling the truth, and they, the so-called normal people, are the madmen who are kept in the dark?

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see any movement from "it" behind me.

Fortunately, this is not a "murderous spirit" who has lost his mind.

He comforted himself with joy.

The cuckoo's eyes widened, his hands covered his mouth, and his whole body trembled.

In the books he read, the vast majority of ghosts have the ability to create spiritual illusions. The perception of the body tells him that everything is real, that he can feel his own body, his own mind. However, the picture in front of him was like the video buffering caused by the slow Internet speed, and the picture was fixed, and he felt that this moment was extremely long, as if they had entered the world of a painting.

This also made him distrust and doubt this situation, could it be that he had already stepped into the world carefully constructed by "it" early in the morning?

If so, when did it start?

He looked at the cuckoo on the bed with trepidation, her face was still so delicate, and her graceful posture could arouse the most primitive desires of human beings, but was she real?

If the most incredible thing is that the beautiful woman Cuckoo broke into his world.

He inevitably thought that perhaps he had fallen into the trap of this "it" from the moment he met the cuckoo, and now "it" began to show its white fangs, and at the same time, the cuckoo's human identity became shattered at the touch of a button. Who can guarantee that "it" has no bad taste, maybe when he enjoys love, the rotten "it" is the true face hidden under the sexy delicate body.

The more Wei Fang thought about it, the more stiff his limbs became, and the speed of his brain was so fast that he almost caused a momentary crash.

It was the voice behind him that brought back his senses.

Creak!

The cuckoo's voice is an afterthought.

"Yes, there are rats!"

The string that was tense in Wei Fang's heart could finally be relaxed.

There is nothing to be afraid of a rat, it's just a flat-haired animal, and a slipper goes over to make sure it dies accurately. He thought that the cuckoo might have seen the rats coming in, so he was scared and screamed.

Women are so strange, also stuffy creatures, hamsters they like tightly, and rats are as fearful as wolves.

Wei Fang calmed down, only to notice that cold sweat was running down his cheeks, and the night wind blew him a little cold.

He didn't tell Cuckoo what he meant by his cranky speculation just now, saying it made him feel uneasy, and if Cuckoo knew that she doubted her, she would definitely not be nice to him.

In fact, even if the cuckoo agrees, or takes the initiative to ask for pleasure, he does not have this kind of mind for the time being, because that thought is like a nightmare, and it has taken root in his heart.

Cuckoo, is she really human?

She seems to appear out of thin air, inadvertently intruding into his life, completely in line with his imagination of the opposite sex, simple, beautiful, easy to control, not disgusted with poverty and love rich, in this materialistic era, such an extinct woman who is more precious than a giant panda was found by him, and became a boyfriend and girlfriend?

Wei Flai's face was a little strange, and he turned to look at the flat-haired beast.

I saw that the mouse's red eyes reflected a strange gaze, and the hind limbs were erect and the forelimbs were raised, and the squeaky sound was like a strange laugh deliberately made by humans.

Unable to endure this oppressive and strange atmosphere, Wei Flail took off his slippers and threw them at the mouse.

There was a snap.

The slipper hit the mouse, and even though it fell to the ground, the rat's mouth was oozing bright red blood, and it was still "laughing" there.

Its laughter was a little funny, like it was farting after eating a bad stomach, but in fact, it was its lungs that were damaged, and Wei Flail didn't have the heart to laugh.

The situation outside the door was not clear, and he took back the slippers he had thrown, put them under his feet, and went up to mend them, like crushing an ant. The rat carcass with warm intestines pulled out of its anus like noodles.

The scene was so disgusting that Wei Feng wrapped it in an old newspaper and threw it aside, thinking that he would throw it away as soon as it was dawn.

Because of this farce, the fear in Wei Fang's heart was dispelled a lot.

He glanced quickly at the cat's eye with a solemn face.

Outside......

Nothing, just darkness.

The sparse moonlight was like the light cast by a flashlight, like a sharp sword through the hallway.

There was silence all around, and the cough, at some point, disappeared into nothingness.

Wei Flails completely relaxed and walked towards the bed.

"There's nothing, maybe it's the wind, you're just thinking too much, sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"However, people are still afraid."

The cuckoo coquettishly burrowed into Wei Flail's chest.

Wen Xiang Nephrite was in her arms, but Wei Flai's body stiffened for a moment, and then gently patted her shoulder.

"It's okay, don't scare yourself, go to sleep."