The dark orange streetlights of the old street pulled a long shadow on the dim street, the weeping willows on both sides of the road were swallowed up by the endless darkness, and on the empty street, a rush of footsteps came from the central avenue, gradually approaching.

The man wore a thick pair of eyes, a thick layer of sweat oozed from the door of his head, and under the dim street lamp, a sickly pale face appeared on his delicate face, without the slightest blood.

The man gasped and took out his mobile phone to look at the time, his face changed suddenly, and his eyes looked around the empty road.

Silence, silence, darkness, and then, a gloomy cold wind blew in his face, the man shivered, his mind was disturbed, his eyes looked around, vigilant and frightened, vaguely felt that something was following behind him, and accelerated towards home.

The brisk walk was soon replaced by a trot, and the distant and gloomy road, with its dim light swaying on both sides, stretched endlessly like a street lamp the night before the funeral of the dead.

The building at the end of the old street is an old building in the seventies of the last century, ** has long been corroded by wind and rain, revealing gray cement, yellowed glass and rusty windows, this building was included in the list of demolition a few years ago, but I don't know why it has not been demolished.

The gloomy sky poured down, the sky and the earth became darker and darker, and this gray building stood like a monster with a hideous mouth, standing in the darkness, devouring the light.

The man plunged headlong into the dark hallway, and with the help of familiar memories, he held on to the rusty guardrail and walked quickly upstairs.

"It's finally home." After climbing four floors in one breath, the man paused to catch his breath and took out his mobile phone by the way.

A glimmer of light pierced the darkness, and at the corner of the stairs, a bloodied head appeared in front of the man out of thin air.

The head, the bloody eyes, the pale skin, from the neck, as if it had been cut by something, the sticky blood was still dripping to the ground......

"Ahh

After a brief moment of consternation, a heart-rending sound pierced the quiet night sky, and the rich smell of blood and the head hanging in front of him filled the air, making the man's eyes split, fear clenched in his heart, and the whole person seemed to suffocate.

"Kick ...... Step on...... Step on. ”

The man took three steps back in a row, sat on the cold corridor, his eyes were full of fear, staring at the head hanging in the air, as if he had been drained of all his strength, and his hands and feet were cold.

The man wanted to move, he wanted to run, his hands and feet seemed to be shackled by an invisible heavy shackle, and it seemed to be bound by something.

With his mouth open, the man gasped for breath, but it was as if nothing had reached his mouth.

Suddenly, the hanging head moved, and floated towards the man, closer and closer, closer and closer, and it could be clearly seen that it was a woman's face, with long hair fluttering down, and blood oozing from her eyes, mouth, and nose.

At this moment, this strange face is facing the man...... Laugh.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of slow, heavy footsteps came from downstairs as clearly as the sound of a cowhide drum in the silent night, and every step was like a hammer slamming down on the man's heart.

The man curled up against the wall, eager to squeeze his whole body into the wall, his clear face became distorted by fear, and at the corner of the stairs, two ** bare legs walked up the stairs.

Blood was still gurgling from the root of the thighs like a clear spring, and the two legs that were stunned looked particularly strange and abrupt in the dark night.

In the darkness, the head looked at the thigh, and the eyes that were bleeding and tearful flashed with a color of joy, as if seeing an acquaintance.

Everything seems weird and terrifying.

The icy cold air is overwhelming, cold through the spine, this chill is not like the bone-chilling cold of the winter snow day, but the chill from the bottom of the heart, even the soul is trembling.

It was as if he was surrounded, with a floating head in front of him and two bloody thighs approaching behind him.

The man roared, as if to embolden himself, and bent down as fast as he could to get under the head, and climbed upstairs without looking back.

The cold wind blew in from the windows of the building, and the whirring wind sounded like a ghost floating out of the underworld whispering, clearly surrounding the ears, that feeling, like a ghost haunted, and the cold air was rising.

At the door of the sixth floor, it took a lot of effort for trembling hands to open the door of the room, and suddenly the bright light dispelled the darkness around him, looking at the familiar room, the man eased up, and sat down on the dilapidated sofa with his ass, and he didn't have any strength.

Click!

It's like something shattered, a dim path, a dilapidated old building, a floating head, a bloody leg, everything is gone......

In the same room, dilapidated but clean, a man with a ** upper body sat up from the bed suddenly, only to see the man sweating profusely, his mouth slightly open, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked straight at the sofa.

The dilapidated couch was empty.

In the bathroom, looking at the white face soaked in sweat in the mirror, the man did not come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long time, the man rubbed his face with cold water twice, and his stiff and handsome face gradually recovered from the fear he had just had.

Lying on the couch, the man fell into deep thought.

In my mind, the floating bloody head and the slender legs gradually emerged, and the gap in memory opened, and soon, the fragmentary memories pieced together a complete picture.

The bleeding head of the seven orifices, and the slender legs...... Xiao Ning suddenly came to his senses, who is that face, who is Ji Yue downstairs?

Ignoring anything else, Xiao Ning snatched the door out and ran downstairs.

As soon as he walked out of the corner of the stairs, he suddenly seemed to step on something, his body suddenly lost his balance, and he fell downstairs like a green onion, knee, shoulder corner, arm, thigh, head, and severe pain all over his body made Xiao Ning feel painful.

When he staggered and was about to stand up, he didn't know what was under his buttocks, and Xiao Ning immediately understood that it was this thing that made him slide down the stairs.

Holding the strange thing in his hand, ignoring the pain coming from all around him, Xiao Ning quickly rushed towards the door of a room in the corridor.

"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, open the door, open the door."

At the door, Xiao Ning shouted and knocked on the door, the echo of the knock echoed in the corridor, but the dilapidated iron door did not move.

In the darkness, sticky blood slowly flowed from under the door, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Smelling the smell of blood, Xiao Ning's expression became more and more urgent, and he knocked harder, knocking on the door 'bang'.