The sharp tip of the knife mercilessly tore through the flesh-colored wallpaper on the wall, stuck to the solid cement wall, and then ...... Nothing happened.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, as well as the wooden door of the toilet that was kicked open by himself on the floor next to him, the black-clothed "ripper" shook his head, put down his weapon and turned around, and then his eyes suddenly darkened.

The lights in the living room and toilet went out at the same time, and the view was suddenly taken over by complete darkness.

However, even in the extreme darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Zhang Luo didn't panic, just raised the dagger to his chest, put on a standard white-knuckle battle posture, and said with a smile: "Are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" Just by that idiot? ”

Then, suddenly, he smelled the stench of rotting corpses.

"Bang!"

There was an unusual sound from the ceiling of the corridor directly above his head, and Zhang Luo immediately swung his dagger and stabbed it upward, but he missed the target because he "had no vision". And then......

Two rotting arms hung down, grabbed him by the throat with terrifying force, dragging his body above the ceiling!

Zhang Luo, who was having difficulty breathing, quickly became hazy, and all he tried his best to inhale into his lungs was the fishy smell of rotten flesh.

But even in such a state, he did not give up his resistance.

As soon as his right hand loosened and threw the dagger to the ground, Zhang Luo grabbed the cold and sticky rotten arms of the other party with both hands, finally making room for himself to breathe, and then shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Walter. Gable, don't you want to be liberated! Do you really want to be a slave! ”

As soon as these words came out, the hands that were holding his neck suddenly loosened, and Zhang Luo fell from the ceiling close to three meters from the ground, staggered to the floor, clutching his chest, and gasping for breath.

Then, directly above his head, he heard a vague, brutal male voice that could be described as "fragmented":

"I ...... Don't want to...... Again...... So...... Went down...... Let me leave...... Ahhh I'm going to kill you! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Luo's heart suddenly sank, and he immediately began to grope for the dagger on the floor.

But the imaginary second attack did not materialize, and after a flurry of fighting and roaring, silence returned to the room.

Then, the lights in the living room and toilet came back on.

Looking up at the ceiling, there was no sign of the decaying corpse that had almost killed him a few seconds ago, the ceiling covered in flesh-colored wallpaper was exceptionally clean, and there was no trace of a corpse ever appearing.

Zhang Luo grabbed the short-handled dagger on the floor, stood up slowly, and patted the dust on his windbreaker.

There is no doubt that the person who responded to his words just now was none other than the wanted murderer -- Walter Brown. Gable, the carrion that fell from the ceiling when he opened the bedroom door!

"Well, I probably understand what the 'worldview' of this nightmare is......" Zhang Luo nodded thoughtfully.

Now, though, he has a few details to confirm.

Striding back into the living room, he plucked the landscape from the wall and threw it on the floor. The back of the painting is still flesh-colored wallpaper, and nothing else.

Then he pushed aside an empty wooden bookshelf leaning against the wall with only a radio.

The moment he pushed open the bookshelf, he immediately saw the "person" he was looking for.

The moment he saw the thing hidden behind the bookshelf, "those things" to be exact, Zhang Luo immediately retreated sharply.

Even he, who has always been curious, has a sense of danger when he sees this kind of scene.

But the reason why he retreated was not because he was afraid of what he saw, but-

"Don't look at me like that, I thought you were going to have a laser in your eye."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of attacking, Zhang Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the gaze cast from the wall:

-- Watching him were five bloodshot human eyeballs, each the size of a soccer ball, each the size of a football, reflected in a dim light in the yellow pupils of a camera's lens, from top to bottom, in a hollow hollow of flesh-colored wallpaper.

At this time, all five eyes stared at him without blinking. However, since they don't have eyelids in the first place, they only see ghosts if they can blink......

The eyes embedded in the wall, combined with the bloody flesh block in the window, the scene in front of Zhang Luo's eyes at this time, if it appears in a horror movie, it will definitely make the film a box office hit!

However, even in the face of a crazy scene, the black-clothed "ripper" did not panic, but bowed politely and said with a smile:

"Hello, beauty. Is it okay for this kid behind me to put the knife down? I want to have a good talk with you. ”

Zhang Luo turned around as he spoke, and saw the white-haired man who had just been killed twice by himself, staring at him with dull eyes, putting down the blood-stained long knife in his hand, and walking back to the bedroom with mechanical steps.

"Well, it's easier for us to communicate. Can you speak? Zhang Luo pointed to the mouth of his skull mask.

"Of course." A deep female voice, coming from behind the TV, echoed throughout the room.

"That's a lot more convenient."

Zhang Luo said and walked back to the center of the living room, leaning lazily on the sofa: "If I'm not mistaken, the man I killed twice is your boyfriend, right?" ”

"No, he's my husband." There was a hint of resentment in the voice coming from the back of the TV.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that." Zhang Luo scratched his head: "But I'm also self-defense, after all, you want to kill me first......"

Looking at this person's "brazen" appearance, the deep female voice asked impatiently, "What do you want to say?" ”

"I want to say that I might be able to help you hunt. But only if you let me out of this room. Zhang Luo put forward the key points.

"You think I'll let you go so easily?" The "woman" laughed dryly: "I will not let anyone who knows the secret get out alive!" ”

"You can kill me if you want, but what if I die? Still no one will come to this room, you can only starve to death. ”

“……”

Hearing this, the "woman" growing in the wall fell silent again, and seeing that she seemed to be thinking, Zhang Luo slowly said his speculation:

"Once upon a time, a famous architect said, 'I love the house I build more than I love my wife.'" Moreover, there are also some guys who stay at home and mysteriously disappear in their own homes. I didn't think much of this before, but now that I've come up with some possibilities......"

Speaking of this, his speech slowed down, his eyes met the gaze cast on the wall without blinking, and said in a deep voice:

"Some houses are alive, just like you, right?"

The "woman" was silent for a moment, and finally gave an affirmative answer: "Yes." ”

"Well, that way, some of the oddities can be explained."

Zhang Luo smiled: "Some people live on the top floor, but they can hear the sound of dragging furniture from upstairs. Maybe they think the sound is a supernatural phenomenon, but they don't think it's coming from their own house. Many people can hear the sound of marbles falling upstairs, and it's also the sound of your joints stretching, right? ”

"You know too much...... replied to the "female" house.

"If these houses have life, they need food to stay alive, and the small objects that are inexplicably lost in the house, even pet cats and pet dogs, should be eaten by the house. But your situation is different......" Zhang Luo's eyes under his mask narrowed: "A house that has grown to your form, I'm afraid it needs a lot of food to sustain life, right?" ”

"Yes." The female voice seemed a little depressed: "I have indeed been hungry for a long time. ”

By this time, Zhang Luo had completely confirmed his guess, and at the same time figured out the "worldview" of this nightmare-this house did have life!

――The man who was killed twice by himself "grew" from the house, and he must have been a "power body" created by the house. Therefore, after death, the corpse mysteriously disappears (absorbed by the house) and then reappears (is manufactured).

As for the rotting murderer, it was an attempt to break into the house and rob it, and the result was a miserable trick, the "food" that was being digested by the house!

It seems that this house is planning to train the poor wanted criminal to be its own "hound", but the other party's will to resist is too strong, and it has not completely succumbed until now, so it will defect under its own "mouth cannon".

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo's face hidden under the mask revealed a weird smile:

――Even though what I just said is basically nonsense, no one will believe it in the real world. But in the nightmare theater created by the devil, it is very normal for some strange worldviews to appear.

Now that we've determined the details of the nightmare, the next thing to do is to continue negotiating:

"So how about we make a deal? You let me out, and I swear by my own discipline that I will keep it a secret and bring you prey. Zhang Luo stood up as he spoke, and made an unreliable promise in a serious manner.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The "woman's" voice suddenly enveloped a bone-chilling coldness: "You seem to need strength, if you can help me bring the woman who lives in room 302 next door, I will give you my energy, how about it?" ”

"Yes, but I need to understand why you hate the residents of Room 302 so much." Zhang Luo's excess curiosity flared up again.

"That damn woman, keep seducing my husband, in order not to let my lover leave me, I can only choose to kill him and let him be one with me forever." Speaking of this, there was a hint of sadness in the voice of the "woman".

"OK, I see." Zhang Luo nodded and strode towards the door of the living room.

Easily opened the previously locked main door, and the black-clad "Ripper" finally left the terrifying living room.

Entering the empty hallway, I was about to check which side of 302 was. He suddenly saw a ghostly pale figure on the other side of the hallway.