It's all open, and the explosion we just made must have been heard. It's not easy to dodge.

Having said that, I didn't allow me to think much about it at this time, and quickly rushed into the passage that we blew out with the beard.

It is a relatively narrow corridor with three rooms on each side. The door to one of the rooms was half-hidden, and the inside was pitch black, and it looked a little creepy.

The footsteps outside were getting closer, and Beard and I glanced at each other and dodged into the room.

In the light of the flashlight, it was clear that the room was a storage room, surrounded by some bedding that had been soiled into rags. In addition to this, there are two wardrobes. One is a large wardrobe with eight doors. On the left is a smaller, old-fashioned wardrobe with a large mirror, but it's almost dusty. The glow of the flashlight is simply reflected a little.

I winked at my beard, and the two of us went straight into the little closet to take shelter.

This is completely a rush to the doctor, just imagine, if the other party really has the heart to look for us, even if they are hiding here, they will definitely be discovered. Now the prayer is that the other party mistakenly thinks that we are going down the big corridor outside, and that we don't have nothing to do in this room.

My beard and I had just hid our beards, and the footsteps outside were rattling in. There were quite a few people listening to the movement, and it seemed that they had already entered the entrance of the corridor outside.

We held our breath and listened carefully to what they were doing. The footsteps are chaotic, and it takes at least five people or more to have this effect. I frowned, pulled a small slit in the closet, and looked up and down at the top of my beard.

There was a light coming from the doorway, and it was clear that the other party was approaching the outside of the room.

"The door here is open," suddenly a man's voice sounded outside.

The voice was unfamiliar, not someone I knew. Glancing at his beard, he shook his head to indicate that he was unfamiliar with the sound.

As soon as the man finished speaking, he had already pushed his hand to open the door. He walked in with his nose drowning, probably unaccustomed to the musty smell of the bedding in the room, and behind him were four people, all men, among them was an old man, who looked almost sixty years old, and the other four were relatively young. In addition to the old man, the other four young people, all with automatic rifles in their hands and berets on their heads, can be said to be armed to the teeth.

However, these people looked rather embarrassed, and almost every one of them had wounds on their bodies, compared to me, and Beard were much better.

Beard's gun was already on fire, and I knew he must be nervous at this time, after all, the people outside were too well equipped, and they didn't distinguish between friend and foe. At this time, Mo said that it was him, and my palms were full of sweat.

The old man looked like the head of the other four, and the rest of them were respectful to him, and looked very decent.

The room is so big that you can see it at a glance. The old man looked east and west, and soon noticed the two wardrobes.

He frowned, sniffled and said, "Open these two wardrobes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Beard and I immediately secretly screamed that it was bad, and we didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse when we found out.

At the last moment, a strange voice suddenly came from outside, and the voice was very abrupt to remember, and I was scared. I accidentally made a noise. Fortunately, they didn't get the first shot, and these people seemed to be afraid of the voice. One of the younger ones, his voice trembled, and he said in fear, "Chasing after me."

The old man whispered, "Hide, don't fight." ”。

As he spoke, he tugged at the closet door where we were hiding. My beard and I immediately pulled the handle inside the door with both hands, and he didn't pull it twice, probably thinking it was locked. Turning back to look at the other big closet, the four young men had already hidden three of them, and there was still a lot of space in them, so he didn't think much about it and immediately hid it with the other person.

After these people hid, the outside returned to calm and darkness. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything at all. All that was left was the strange sounds of the hallway outside.

I don't know what they're afraid of, but it's clear that what scares them is in the hallway outside. The sweat of my beard dripping onto my head, wet and disgusting.

I scratched and pulled wildly, but I didn't dare to make a sound, and all my thoughts were on the sound outside.

I only heard the sound of 'popping' like a flesh's palm slapping on the floor. It's like a wild beast drinking water.

I couldn't see anything, but I was staring at the inside of the room. The sound was single, not cluttered. It can be seen that the number should not be much.

The snapping sound got closer and closer, and suddenly stopped as it approached the room. I was startled when it quieted down for a while. I felt uncomfortable, knowing that something was about to happen.

Things were moving towards my guesses. When the snapping sound sounded again, it had already entered the room. I distinctly felt my beard's hand grip on the cabinet door shake slightly.

There was an extremely faint 'click' on the door of the cabinet. This sound alone is as eye-catching as lightning in the night. My heart was about to jump out.

The voices outside were gone again, and I stared at the gap desperately, trying to see what was going on.

There is no light to be had, and the human eye is no different from a blind man in this situation.

Still, I had the illusion that there was a shadow of a human figure in the gap in the closet, looking in the same way.

And there was only a plank between me and the shadow.

Thinking of this, the hairs on his body stood on end. I was already nervous to the extreme, silently clenching the little finger of my left hand, and the brief and violent pain finally woke me up.

Suddenly, a heart-rending scream came from the eight-door wardrobe opposite.

I never imagined that the human scream could be so horrible that it crept into my ears after passing through the cabinet door and causing my whole heart to twist with the scream.

The wardrobe suddenly opened, and a man rushed out of it, holding a flashlight in his hand, as if he was very frightened, and said again and again: "Ghost, ghost ......"

Through the light of his flashlight, I could see a bruised ** person, peeping inside the door of the closet where I was hiding.

My head exploded, and it turned out that it was not an illusion at all, that someone was really watching me from the outside of the crack in the cabinet door.

The man who burst out of the closet was stomping his feet in the middle of the room, saying some gibberish to you.

His actions led the blue and purple figure in front of us, and I saw that this guy with a slop pounced and threw the man to the ground, and then I saw a bloody scene.

The man's corpse was almost given by this blue and purple figure, and I wanted to rush out to save people when I was used to it.

The beard pressed my shoulder desperately and whispered, "There is a problem in the wardrobe opposite, don't act rashly yet." ”。

That's what he reminded me. Knowing that what he said was true, that the group was quite numerous, and that they were armed, and there was no reason to watch his comrades die miserably.

At this time, I saw that the eight-door wardrobe was tightly closed, and there was no movement, not at all. It's like everyone inside has been eaten by the wardrobe.