The car was moving fast in the rain, the rain did not mean to go down at all, it was dark outside the window, only the "rustle" sound of the raindrops hitting the window, as if there were countless hands slapping hard. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, Zhao Yan slowly straightened his body, and saw through the front rearview mirror that the driver was also peeking backwards from time to time to observe him, yes, no matter who it was, it would be strange, it was raining so heavily in the middle of the night, and the frightened expression of a boy in a trance would make people have infinite reverie.

Zhao Yan straightened up, stretched out his palms vigorously and rubbed the rain and sweat on his face like washing his face, and then said the address again in a trembling voice, his hoarse voice was like that of a person who had not drunk water for a few days, dry and not a little angry, Zhao Yan himself felt very harsh when he listened to it.

The heart gradually beat not as much as just now, and the qi slowly smoothed a little, but I didn't have the courage to turn back, I always felt that the old lady behind me was looking at him with a pair of dead fish-like eyes in the dark corner with a paper figure on her back, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I felt, and I had goosebumps on my body. In order to ease the pressure in his heart, he asked the driver as if he had nothing to say: "Thank you very much, if I hadn't met you, I don't know how long it would have been watered in the heavy rain." ”

"It's okay, I'm also going out to send a friend just in time, I saw you two, but what's the important thing to go out so late?" The driver asked casually.

"Come out to play with the same classmates, call home and go back when it rains." After thinking about it, I casually said a panic, I can't tell people that it's because of some ghost video, and that person doesn't think of himself as a mental illness.

After saying that, the two of them fell into a brief silence.

The car slowed down and finally stopped next to a building several stories high. Zhao Yan got out of the car and closed the door after paying, the rain was still falling, the car did not go, and the driver rolled down the window: "The rain is so heavy, I will lend you two umbrellas." After speaking, he stretched out a folding umbrella, Zhao Yan felt funny, this driver was too enthusiastic, he was obviously holding an umbrella, it was difficult for him to play two umbrellas alone, what a strange person, Zhao Yan shook his hand, said thank you and did not take the umbrella, the driver took the umbrella back, the car drove away slowly, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Yan was just about to turn around, when suddenly he shivered violently as if he was shocked, and he remembered what the driver said just now, "Why did you two come out so late." And he obviously saw himself playing an umbrella but wanted to borrow one, is it, could it be that thinking of this, he felt a tingling in his back, like there were tens of thousands of insects crawling, he didn't dare to think down, he was obviously a person, how could two come out, could there be someone around him, but why can't he see it, if there is really someone then unless it is a ghost.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan's brain was sudden, and his scalp was tied, and now he only had to cheer himself up, he must have heard it wrong.

He stiffly turned around and walked towards the movie city on the other side of the road, lightning flashed through the sky, stretching his shadow for a long time, and the movie city opposite was like a towering tomb waiting to swallow up the visitors who broke the silence.

Zhao Yan didn't have any safety, he ran across the road and came to the front gate in one breath, he didn't dare to stop, if he put down the courage he mentioned, he didn't know if he could hold on.

At this time, he realized an important problem when he came to the door, the door must be locked at such a late hour, except for the watchman here, how could he get in, but at this moment, it was like someone behind the door, knowing that someone was coming, he "squeaked" and opened a crack, Zhao Yan gasped in fright, and wanted to scream but didn't scream.

"What to do, to enter or not to enter, if you are still in a hurry to run now, I don't know what will happen if you go in, maybe there are countless ghost skeletons waiting for you behind the door." Thinking about these legs is involuntary cramps.

But somehow, it was as if there was a power calling him, making him feel like he couldn't stop. He didn't know why, so he raised his hand in a daze and slowly pushed open the heavy door. There was nothing but darkness behind the door, except for a ghostly emergency sign in the long hallway at intervals.

At this time, Zhao Yan just wanted to leave, but there were many questions in his heart, this door seemed to be prepared for him, except that he couldn't see people, but he could feel that there seemed to be countless people's eyes around him staring at him, watching him walk in, into this boundless darkness.

Zhao Yan took out the flashlight he brought from Liu Yan's house from his coat pocket, raised his legs and walked in, and before he could do anything, the door closed with a "bang".

Zhao Yan has been to this movie city several times, he knows that he has to go up to the fourth floor is the screening room, at this time obviously there can be no elevator, there is a small door on the left, the stairs are behind the door, go up to the fourth floor he wants to go to. Zhao Yan turned around and was about to push open the small door, but he was stunned, there should have been a small door, and at this time, the door was gone, and only a white curtain hung there, as if it was covered by a dead corpse, maybe because of the atmosphere, he didn't know how, the more he was afraid, the more he was connected with these.

He lifted the curtain and stepped in, a musty smell came to his face, as if no one had been here for a long time, the stairs were full of garbage, and the paintings on the walls felt like they had been abandoned for a long time.

How is this possible, not to mention whether this building is newly built, it is also a relatively prosperous place in the city where people come and go every day, how can it be like an abandoned building in disrepair. Raised the flashlight and looked at the wall, the white wall had turned yellow, someone was scribbling something with crayons, and if you looked closely, it was a row of seats, and there was no one, there was a big curtain in front of it, a person was hanging in the middle, his long tongue was sticking out, and his eyes were staring at Zhao Yan very widely, Zhao Yan was startled, and quickly moved his eyes away, "No, when I came a few days ago, it was still clean at this time, why was it graffiti like this in just a few days, and no one cared." Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly heard the sound of horn footsteps upstairs, "click, click" moved upstairs little by little, Zhao Yanxin lifted up, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in such a quiet building, what could it be, Zhao Yan asked tremblingly: "Who, who is there?" ”

But no one answered, and the voice disappeared as he asked.

Zhao Yan trembled with a flashlight, and walked up with his legs one by one. Usually it doesn't take a minute to walk to the fourth floor, but now just up to the second floor, I am already sweating, I don't know how much time, the stairs are fully enclosed, there is no window, and when I get to the second floor, it is still a small door, Zhao Yan knows that entering here is the space on the second floor, but at this time, there is also a big white curtain hanging here, which can't help but remind him of the appearance of the morgue. Just when he was about to go up, the sound of "click, click" footsteps came again, and then he obviously felt that the person was going down, coming from not far away, maybe on the fourth floor, little by little down, the sound was not very close for a while, as if it was still going down on the upper floor, and suddenly stopped when he came to the second floor and a half, Zhao Yan could clearly feel that there was a person standing there and staring at him in the darkness directly in front of him, scaring him with a feeling of going crazy, his throat was dry, and his lips trembled, The cold sweat on his body had already wet his clothes.

"Who, who's there?" It was such a simple sentence, but it came out of his throat, and even he himself heard it so indistinctly.

There was still no sound upstairs, but he instinctively felt that something in front of him stopped there, Zhao Yan's trembling hand raised the flashlight, and when the electric light hit the wall facing him, he sat on the ground with an "ah" in fright.