Squeak... Squeak......

A screeching sound of fingernails rubbing against the floor rang out outside a dimly lit room, sounding rhythmically approaching the room.

There was a person lying in the center of the room, as if he had been disturbed by the sound, he frowned and looked displeased, and subconsciously rolled a few times, as if he felt the cold, closed his eyes and began to fumble around for the quilt.

The hand fluttered a few times, and the piercing scratching sound became louder and louder, and his confused brain gradually woke up, and he opened his eyes suddenly! A tumbling got up from the ground and began to scan the surroundings......

It was a closed and small room, with no furniture at all, only two rusty iron doors facing each other, clean and suffocating, and the cold darkness surrounded him, like a mysterious alien space......

"Squeak-ahh

He stared at the iron doors in front of him, and felt a nauseous aura that made his whole body feel cold outside the door, making him can't help but tumble in his stomach and want to vomit nauseously......

Something is right outside that door!

The thing seemed to be staring at him, it was staring at him. Thinking of this, his breathing couldn't help but become short, and his heart was beating violently.

He covered his nose and tiptoed back step by step, afraid to show a little breath and let something outside the door rush in immediately.

He didn't want to know what was going on outside the door......

The rust on the door seemed to turn into countless smiling faces, watching his every move.

"Click-click-" The sound of scratching sounded again, and the iron door made a seeping vibration, and it looked like it was about to be opened.

Frightened, he couldn't hide his breathing and footsteps, and quickly rushed towards the iron gate behind him, trying to escape from this place!

Escape! Get out!

This thought filled his mind, and he saw him take three steps and two steps to the iron gate behind him.

However, the iron door at the back was locked by a large lock, and it was covered with dust, and it looked impossible to get out of here.

"Keys! Key...... Where is it? He muttered to himself, pulling through the large lock of the iron door, and examining it closely.

The appearance of this lock is very strange, it is not the appearance of a normal large lock, but it is curved like a mouth! Red opens its mouth like a demon waiting to drink blood......

"Bang dang!" The things outside the iron door seemed to get irritated and began to bang on the iron door, as if they couldn't wait to get in...... The iron door creaked.

"No, no!" He trembled and tugged at the lock of the iron door, trying to pull it off, but the lock was stronger than he had imagined.

Even though it was rusty, it wasn't something his hands could tear off, he took a deep breath and took a few steps back, then rushed towards the door with all his strength and slammed it on, trying to use the force of inertia to knock the door open to get himself out of trouble.

But the door didn't shake for a moment, and stood firmly in place. The lock was staggered by the force, and it shook as if it were laughing at his indiscretion......

He could only look around to see if there were any keys around, but there was none.

The clapping of the front door had stopped, and the thing didn't move as if it was tired, but he still didn't dare to relax, and the presence of the thing was like a sharp blade hanging above his head.

"How... What to do......" He groped for the door with both hands, trying to find the slightest clue that could be opened, but they were as inseparable as the wall mounting.

He could only pull the door lock hard, and he didn't even know when his finger was cut and bleeding, but he found that the door lock in his hand actually began to heat up, and a vague word appeared on the iron door.

Blood!

"Blood?" He stared at the word blankly, as if he understood something, and inserted his hand into the blood-red card slot.

It seemed like an instant and an eternity, he felt his index finger as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades, blood spurted out immediately, his pupils contracted and his legs trembled in pain, and his lips immediately lost their proper color.

Pale and motionless, he didn't know what the thing had done, and the iron door behind him seemed to be open. An eerily black crack was revealed, and nothing else could be seen......

He could feel the sensation of being watched by the eyes, the cool air hovering behind his back, cold sweat dripping from his back to the ground, goosebumps almost all over his body......

He didn't dare to look back, so he had to turn his back to the door.

Finally! The iron door in front of him clicked as if it had sucked enough blood.

Door...... It's on.

He felt like a world away, and after stretching out his hand, he ran out without even looking at the door and ran out, and his eyes were suddenly occupied by a bright light.

The door behind him closed automatically, and he was relieved to hear the voice.

In the face of the strong light, he subconsciously closed his eyes, and it took a long time to recover, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, refracting colorful light, and the mottled light and shadow shrouded him.

"Whew... Ha...... Seems saved! Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and blinked his eyes several times before he got used to such a dazzling white place.

It's a long corridor that looks like it has no end, white and flawless, like a legendary paradise.

There were countless wooden doors on either side of the hallway, and he slowly walked forward, getting farther and farther away from the room that had frightened him.

"Where the hell is this?"

"Why am I here?" It happened so suddenly that he didn't think about it until now, and he didn't notice a sharp itch on the index finger of his right hand until now.

His index finger had been broken, leaving only a bare and bleeding wound, and he noticed that there were drops of blood on the ground, and he could only grit his teeth and tear his finger in one of his clothes.

His stomach rumbled, he had digested too much energy in just a moment, and what he had eaten yesterday seemed to have been digested, and his stomach began to protest.

But there is nothing here except for countless doors, and in such a strange place, who knows if there will be a more terrifying existence in the door?

Or come across that thing again......

He didn't dare to think about it, let alone push open those doors.

He didn't have the courage to keep going, hoping to get out.

I don't know how long he walked, his legs were already a little weak, and his stomach screamed like a drum to warn him that he needed to eat to replenish his strength.

Just when he was about to give up in despair and slumped......

Suddenly, a gust of elegant music from a short distance entered his ears, and he heard the sound of dancing footsteps, crisp and melodious, full of rhythm, and he held his breath and leaned towards the door where the sound came.

On the one hand, it looks like an ordinary wooden door, but it looks like there is no difference between the other doors.

He put his ear to the door and could hear it more clearly, a ballroom dance step......

The smell of food also came out of it, taking over his sense of smell, and he was almost salivating.

And behind him, the feeling that made him shiver and want to vomit reappeared.