At this time, facing the front of the wall of the door, an old human face gradually emerged from the depths of the green fungus carpet that Liu Sanhei mistook for wallpaper.

It was the face of an old woman, her mouth open in vain, a terrifying expression on her face, and the old man was sealed against the wall, and beside her, the wall was like rippling water, and the figures of two men and women gradually appeared.

Liu Sanhei didn't see this terrifying scene, this was his luck and his misfortune.

Driven by greedy intent, he took out the lockpicking tool and opened the door to another room.

It was a child's door, and the moment the room was pushed open, a cold wind blew in.

Liu Sanhei's body was stunned, and he saw a person.

A child, to be exact.

In this room, a little girl is kneeling on the ground, with her back to Liu Sanhei, and is drawing on the ground.

Liu Sanhei's front feet involuntarily took a step forward, and a graffiti painting was blown up by the wind and floated up from the ground, and suddenly, several more paintings floated up from the ground, almost blocking his vision.

He reached out and grabbed it, and saw that it was a building, and under the black moon, it had become a huge monster covered with tentacles, eyeballs, scales, and foam.

Smack!

Liu Sanhei glanced ahead, and the little girl who was not far in front was gone.

Wait a minute, something, moved under his body.

Because of the height, light, and angle, he didn't even notice it for a while.

And at this moment, he found out that it should be the little girl just now.

He lowered his head and made eye contact with the little girl.

It was also this glance that made him lose his soul and almost lose control, and his whole face was also distorted and deformed, and he let out a miserable scream, and fell out of the house.

He saw the little girl's face, it was a cute and delicate little face, anyone who could see it at first glance was a quiet, well-behaved child.

She was wearing a red dress, holding a paintbrush in her hand, innocently raising her head and staring at Liu Sanhei.

But her eyes, her eyes were not right.

Liu Sanhei can't describe the little girl's eyes, which is definitely not a condition that can be described with pen and ink.

The little girl's eyes were hollow, the eyeballs were missing, and the hollow sockets were wide, like two human mouths, but there were no parts of the lips, and the edges of the eyes were full of fine teeth.

And deep in the eye hole of the black hole, there are maggot-like flesh buds, moving outward little by little.

Liu Sanhei screamed and crawled out of the room with his hands and feet together.

He turned around and ran as hard as he could towards the gate.

Liu Sanhei suddenly opened the door and escaped, he closed the door tightly, the whole person stuck to the door, and finally took a breath.

Cold sweat soaked his underwear, and the cold wind blew down the hallway, drenching him in an indescribable horror.

Behind him, in the rental house that said Room 403, the little girl's door was tightly closed.

In the whole cramped room, the walls and ceiling moved like walls of flesh, and the walls of flesh squirmed up and down, left and right, like a big mouth, swallowing the little girl into it, and it was only after a few minutes that the change ended.

And the green wall also has the shadow of a little girl.

On the other hand, Liu Sanhei, a thief who fled outside, did not realize that he was not out of danger.

Instead, he pushed himself into an even more dangerous situation.

Wait a minute, what did you just see, could it be that there are really ghosts in this world.

He couldn't help but think of the scene he had just seen, and the few graffiti he had found on the wall.

"Room 403."

He looked up and saw that the door plate read several lines of dusty gilt lettering in Room 403.

Liu Sanhei glanced at the corridor, which was an old floor. There are only a few homes on each floor, sharing a hallway, and a staircase on the right.

He was leaning against room 403 now, and if he was going to go downstairs, he would have to go out of the stairs now.

(Damn!) The tools are all lost in the house, so I have to go in and get them...... No, I'm afraid there's a ghost in this house. ）

No matter how bold Liu Sanhei is, after what happened to Fang Cai, he is scared enough, even if someone borrows him another courage now, he doesn't dare to go into the house to find his bag.

Without tools, he couldn't pick the lock, and he didn't slide down the downspout from the floor.

Unless, he chooses to go downstairs. But if he chooses this way, he may be caught on camera.

…… No, no, no, when are you, still thinking about this, let's walk out of this ghost building first.

He took a step, and suddenly, stopped.

Liu Sanhei's mind came up with the little girl's graffiti, to be precise, the second graffiti, which was an open door, and there was a monster-like owner in the door.

And if you think about it, the number of that door is exactly Room 402.

…… In other words, it is the rental house in front of me.

Room 402, the door on the right-hand side directly in front of him, is now tightly closed, but for the current Liu Sanhei, it is undoubtedly an existence that is almost like a ghost gate.

This also caused him to dare not take a step forward.

Because he had an unknown premonition that if he moved indiscriminately, he would invite a great crisis.

However, he couldn't stay in the hallway all the time.

"No, as long as you stay until morning, when it comes, there will be no demons and monsters."

Liu Sanhei didn't dare to walk around, but he thought that as long as it was morning, the problem would disappear, after all, ghosts would not be active in broad daylight.

He calmed down and prepared to give himself a nod to the eye.

It's just that he lit the lighter a few times, but he couldn't get the cigarette in his hand to be lit.

"Hell, is there a problem with even the lighter?"

Liu Sanhei was extremely annoyed, he lit a cigarette again, and this time the cigarette was really lit, and a little spark came out, but in the next second, a drop of liquid dripped from it, extinguishing the spark in the blink of an eye.

What are you doing, what are you doing......?!

The last word "ghost" was not spoken, because when Liu Sanhei raised his head and looked in the direction of the ceiling, at this moment, an extremely terrifying scene appeared.

The ceiling above his head, as well as the exhaust pipes, were covered in a layer of green moss biomass like a fluff. In addition to the contents of the blanket, there were also tube-like tentacles pulsating from the depths of the blanket, as if the flesh and blood of a huge creature were wriggling and pacing, and these tubes were like venous arteries.

No, it's not exactly the same, it's more of a living thing, Liu Sanhei's palm shook suddenly, and he trembled and pulled his hand out of the wall that supported him.