Dmitry also noticed the two strange young men.

The two of them are not from their own village, and they don't look like they come from nearby villages to join in the fun, but more like people from the city.

One of the slender young men had eyes as sharp as knives, and he felt terrified at such a distance.

Dread quickened his pace, trotted, and hurried back to Yizhuang.

He closed the door, plugged in the latch, and leaned against the door and gasped for breath for a moment, before remembering the young man's appearance.

Strange to say, he barely saw the young man's appearance at all, only a pair of unusually bright eyes.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Med only felt that he had nothing to hide, as if the next moment these eyes would see through all his secrets.

Who is this, exactly?

Could it be that those two policemen found out something and invited a master? Otherwise, why would the man stare at him with such a sharp gaze?

The nights in Stone Trench Village are cold and quiet.

The pale moon hung in the treetops, illuminating the earth and turning white.

Yizhuang was shrouded in white paper-like moonlight.

Dmitry lay on all fours on the bed, snoring and snoring.

The door opened silently.

A cold wind blew in, and one foot, dressed in leather shoes, stepped forward gently, a little hesitantly, hesitated, and then the other stepped in, and walked to Med's bed with small steps.

The door was not closed, followed by a pair of feet in black sneakers, and these feet did not hesitate, and went directly to the back room after entering the house.

The leather shoes stopped for a few minutes in front of Med's bed, and he walked softly to the door, which was closed.

Leather shoes then went into the back room as well.

The door to the back room was not closed, and there was a crack.

There was no fire in the back room, and it was cold.

There were two coffins on the ground.

It was the coffin of Erniu and Yan Baodou.

The black sneakers were parked in front of the coffin of the second girl who was closer to the outside, and the dull sound of "gurgling" came, which seemed to be the sound of the coffin being pried up?

Leather shoes walked over, stood next to sneakers, and the gurgling suddenly became a little more anxious.

In the outhouse, Med suddenly rolled over, and the loud snoring stopped.

The two men in the back room froze on the ground, not daring to move, waiting for the snoring to sound again.

However, not only did the snoring not sound, but Med actually yawned and pulled his shoes towards the back room.

The two people in the house were in a hurry, and the owner of the sneakers jumped over Erniu's coffin with an arrow step, and hid behind Yan Baodou's coffin with his waist bent.

The owner of the leather shoes also tried to jump to the opposite side, but slipped on the edge of the coffin, hesitated, and the owner of the leather shoes hurried to the window, pulled up the curtain and hid behind.

He was shocked, there was already someone behind the curtains!

In the darkness behind the curtains, a pair of burning and shining eyes stared at the owner of the leather shoes.

A cold hand reached over to cover his mouth and let out a soft "shhh

The owner of the leather shoe struggled in fright, but this hand was extremely powerful, and at the same time the other arm was already around the vital part of his neck, as long as the slightest force, the owner of the leather shoe would suffocate to death.

Seeing that his life was in the hands of others, the owner of the leather shoes no longer struggled, and asked the other party with his eyes: "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

The other man pouted outside the curtain and motioned for him to look at Dmide.

The owner of the leather shoes quieted down and looked through the cracks in the curtains.

Seeing that he was no longer silent, the hand covering his mouth was released, and the arm around his neck loosened and rested on his shoulder, and the man also came over and pressed his eyes, which were as bright as morning stars, to the crack of the curtain.

Med was holding a chisel in his hand, and with a little force, he made two "clucks", and the lid of the coffin of the second girl was lifted.

Med took out a small object from his arms, put it on the second girl's finger stiffly, and said in a stiff tone: "Your ring, return it to you." ”

Through the dim light of the outhouse, the owner of the leather shoes could clearly see that it was a yellow ring.

The lid of the coffin was closed, and Mmet sat next to the coffin, leaning against the coffin and snoring.

Several people in the room scolded in their hearts at the same time: this immoral night watchman actually stole the things of the dead!

Hearing the sound of snoring, the black sneakers hiding behind the coffin reached out and stood up on the side of the coffin.

His hands were sticky, and he didn't know what had been on the side of the coffin. He didn't care, and reached out and rubbed it on the coffin, hoping to wipe the annoying snot-like thing away before he could start the next step.

The tentacles are soft, cold and slippery, and more sticky. Slippery stuff grabbed a handful.

What is this?

The light of the outhouse came through the crack in the door, and he reached out to his eyes, trying to see through the dim light.

Silently, the lights in the outhouse went out......

A black mist silently filled the room, blocking out all sound and light.

Dmide's snoring was muffled by the black fog and vanished.

The owner of the black sneakers took out his mobile phone and pressed it open, wanting to look around through the light of the mobile phone.

No matter how you press it, the phone won't light up.

Or Apple's mobile phone, this quality is really fucking times, it will cheat Chinese money!

The owner of the sneakers cursed in his heart, he put the phone back in his pocket, reached out to hold the edge of the coffin, and walked forward in the direction he remembered.

I don't know what was painted on the coffin, and the tentacles were covered with that disgusting slime, which was not only sticky to the touch, but also somewhat elastic.

The owner of the sneakers was furious, he remembered that the direction on his right hand was the wall, and decided to follow the wall. He let go of the coffin and fumbled for the wall.

The feet were also soft and sticky, as if they had fallen to the ground with a paste that gushed out of nowhere, and kept increasing, covering the surface of the feet.

Black sneakers struggle to fit through these sticky, sticky objects.

But he didn't have time to think about it so much, because ......

The right hand had touched the wall, and the wall felt the same - soft and sticky, undulating as the hand pressed down, and the cold slime ran down the back of the hand.

The owner of the sneakers was dizzy in his head, and he only felt cold sweat on his back.

Suddenly, someone blew behind his ear and grinned, "Why are you scratching my brains?" You've messed up my brains! ”

He turned his head back!

A little boy of seven or eight years old, with a bare buttocks, wearing only a vest on his upper body, with a large slit in his forehead, and red and white brains were gurgling from it.

The little boy didn't have a painful expression, and still grinned: "You want to compensate me?" You've made me confused......"

The owner of the sneakers was covered in cold sweat and subconsciously defended: "I didn't have ......"

"It's not a good boy to lie, you don't? Look at the ...... on your hand" The little boy's face suddenly became gloomy, and he licked the brain pulp flowing from his mouth: "It tastes good, uncle, do you want to taste it?" ”

"Uncle? A taste? The owner of the sneakers put his hand in front of him - he froze - his hands were stained with red and white brains and blood......

The child's words echoed in his ears: "Taste it...... Give it a taste......"

The brains on the hands are red and white, looking fresh and sweet, giving off an attractive fragrance......

He stuck out his tongue blankly......

Salty ...... It's delicious......

The little boy floated in front of him at some point, and his little blue face changed dramatically, and he was eerie, and he cried out sharply: "Give me back my brains!" You're going to pay me for my brains......"

I really ate his brain!

The owner of the sneakers only felt a confusion in his mind: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you say, how to compensate you?" ”

"Use your brains to compensate me, you eat my brains, I will eat your brains too!"

The owner of the sneakers looked up blankly, and there was no focus in his eyes: "But there is no ...... sewn on my head" The tone seemed to be regretful: "Otherwise, I can taste what my brain is like......

"You've got a gun!" The little boy's face was close to the owner of the sneakers, and he could see an unwilling cold flame flashing in the boy's hollow pupils: "You just shoot at the temple!" ”

"yes, I have a gun, I'll shoot it in the temple......" The owner of the sneakers reached for his waist and touched the gun.

He just felt that this was very, very wrong, and shouted in his heart not to do this! You're going to die!