Jiang Qiao stood outside the house, nervously listening to the movement inside, and suddenly heard a slight woman's voice, as if she was singing something, and before she could hear it clearly, she heard a terrible scream. Jiang Qiao was startled, and subconsciously took a few steps back, and saw a bloody man with a rude roar coming out of his mouth, crawling out on all fours.

Several people outside were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they couldn't move, and watched the bloody man rush in front of them, and the little security guard was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees. And the woman subconsciously stood in front of her son in the end.

Jiang Qiao was also scared enough, and almost fell to the ground like the security guard. She stiffened her body, looking at the bloody man in front of her, and tried to hug her legs. I don't know where the strength came from, Jiang Qiao suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bloody man to the ground.

"Hey, hey." The Bloody Man let out a terrible cry.

Is it human?

Jiang Qiao calmed down, took a closer look, and found that the bloody man was actually a big security guard, but his whole body was almost red with blood, and his face was also stained with blood, so everyone didn't recognize him in fright.

The big security guard was also scared enough, but he was sobered up by Jiang Qiao's kick. He shouted incoherently, "There's a ghost in it, there's a ghost in it, oh my god, what's in me?" No matter, I can't control this, I'm just a part-time worker. With that, he stood up in a panic, hurriedly took off the stinking clothes on his body, and ran away without waiting for Jiang Qiao and the others to say anything like a 100-meter race.

Seeing this, the woman on the side was also frightened and retreated, and ran in the direction of her house with her son regardless of it, and closed the door with a bang.

Jiang Qiao and the remaining little security guards looked at each other, Jiang Qiao tentatively shouted a few times from the window, but did not hear Mao Daxin's answer. She rolled her eyes, took out her mobile phone and called Jiang Li's landline, and thankfully, when Jiang Li's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, Jiang Qiao almost cried.

She told Jiang Li about the general situation here, and told him to go downstairs and take a taxi directly. After hanging up the phone, she glanced at the little security guard who was already weak, and instructed: "I'll go in to find Mao Daxin, it's the police just now, you are guarding here, if other policemen come, you tell them that we are inside." ”

After that, Jiang Qiao raised his feet and entered through the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned his head uncomfortably and told him repeatedly: "Don't run away, if we don't come out after ten minutes, you can call the police again." Seeing that the little security guard nodded, Jiang Qiao had the courage to climb in.

The house is very dark, by the outside sun, barely see this bath room, about ten square meters, the bathroom is very clean, there is no pile of clothes to be washed, it seems that the neighbor next door is right, this house has indeed been uninhabited for a long time.

"Strange? How come there are no mirrors? Jiang Qiao looked around and muttered to himself. She took a few deep breaths, unscrewed the doorknob lock, and gently pulled open the crack of the door that was a finger thick, and a smoky stench overflowed from it, and Jiang Qiao almost turned her back on it in disgust.

The smell was all too familiar to her, and she had grown up almost immersed in the atmosphere of this smell when she was a child, and it was the smell of blood.

Jiang Qiao was sure that there was more than one person's blood.

Jiang Qiao only felt that the doorknob was very cold, and the darkness revealed in the crack of the door made her a little timid, she pricked up her ears to carefully identify the sound inside, but quietly, the seemingly absent singing just now was gone. Jiang Qiao settled down and opened the door. Darkness struck her.

At this moment, Jiang Qiao was a little timid, but gritting her teeth, she still stepped into the darkness.

Puff~

The moment she got off her feet, Jiang Qiao's legs were almost soft, soft, sticky and slippery, letting her know that there was a thick carpet under her feet. No, not an ordinary carpet, a carpet soaked in blood. Every time she stepped on it, black and red blood poured out. She is wearing a pair of white cloth shoes with thin soles today. She regretted it a little, and she just walked in.

Jiang Qiao tried his best to maintain the balance of his body, moving forward slowly step by step, the blood accumulation made the carpet slippery like a snowy road in winter, although Jiang Qiao walked very slowly, he was still about to slip, Jiang Qiao finally understood where the blood on the big security guard's body came from. She had to hold on to the wall with her hands and walk slowly.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiao's hand touched a raised square, and she was overjoyed, it was a switch, she pressed it hard, and it was as bright as day for a while, Jiang Qiao closed her eyes uncomfortably, and when she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but scream.

A human head was a foot below her feet, and if she took one step further, it would kick it far away like a ball.

It was a man's head, who looked to be in his forties, and although he only had his head left, he could still vaguely see that he was in his prime. But at this time, his face was dark, his eyes were staring forward unwillingly, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to tell his unwillingness.

Jiang Qiao looked nearby and didn't see the man's body, but a blackened severed hand lay there quietly not far away.

Jiang Qiao stabilized her mind and looked around, now she was standing in the corridor connecting to the living room, the environment of the living room was unobstructed, this was a standard European-style hall, the style was no different from other European styles. It's just that the rotten black blood all over the walls adds a strange color to this living room. In the middle of the wall of the living room hung a huge wedding photo, and Jiang Qiao recognized that the man in the photo was a young version of the human head that had already stinked.

Jiang Qiao hurriedly retracted her hand - even on the wall she had just touched, it was also covered with blood, Jiang Qiao looked at her hands, a wave of nausea welled up, and even regretted turning on the light.

"Hahahaha~"

A burst of child's laughter came from the direction of the second floor, in this case, hearing such innocent laughter only felt very weird, Jiang Qiao was frightened and shouted, "Who is there?" ”

No one answered her, and the laughter continued.

Jiang Qiao remembered the purpose of his entry, and although he was afraid, he still shouted: "Daxin, Daxin, where are you?" ”

No one answered.

Jiang Qiao took out his mobile phone and dialed Mao Daxin's phone, and thankfully, a familiar ringtone came from the coffee table in the living room.

Jiang Qiao immediately rushed over, and sure enough, he saw Mao Daxin half-leaning on the sofa and had already fainted. Jiang Qiao tried his best to help him up, and found that the back of Mao Daxin's head was covered with blood, as if he had been hit with a heavy object. She shook Mao Daxin vigorously, but his eyes were still closed, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

Jiang Qiao was helpless and decided to help him out of the house first, and talk about other things later. Jiang Qiao tried several times, but he couldn't support Mao Daxin's body, but instead made himself tired and panting.

"Hahahaha~" The child's laughter came from the second floor again. Jiang Qiao was unprepared, so frightened that he almost threw Mao Daxin out of his hand.

Jiang Qiao looked around the second floor in a panic, but saw a naked woman flashing in the corridor on the second floor.