The stomach acid turned over the river and the sea, broke through the gap in the throat, and rushed straight into Sang Ziqing's mouth.

He fell to his knees, covered his mouth, and pounded his chest with all his might.

He wanted to vomit, but his stomach was empty, and the saliva from the corners of his mouth mixed with stomach acid, and drops fell into the bag of crispy noodles, merging with the twisted flesh worm.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Litchell looked at Sang Ziqing, who was suffering from epilepsy, and scolded angrily.

He opened a few packets of crispy noodles, put the dough in his mouth and chewed it heavily, gobbling it up as if angry.

In the man's mouth, the crisp "rattle" sound of the fried dough cake breaking hit Sang Ziqing's eardrum like a bell.

He didn't know what was in this small and delicate bag.

His trembling hands, numb and weak, leaned into the bag, and the feeling of struggle for tiny lives spread from his fingertips to his heart, and then instantly went up, beating his scalp and every hair.

Even if you hold it tightly, you can feel the sharp wriggling clearly.

Why!?

Why!??

What is in the hands of others is so unsightly in my own eyes!?

He was furious and irritable, holding the two packets of crispy noodles tightly and kneading them frantically.

Even in the eyes of the two, Sang Ziqing just kneaded the dough to a thin piece.

But only he knew that the crackling sound of bursting juice made people squirm with goosebumps all over their bodies, and everything was so clear and palpable.

"I... I'm not hungry yet, my stomach is just a little flatulated..."

Sang Ziqing put the kneading crisp noodles into his pocket and stood up in embarrassment.

He tried his best to empty his mind, fantasizing about something light-hearted, and the sealed box in the depths of his memory, like a prank played by the heavens, was empty except for the emptiness and dead silence of the infinite vastness.

"Hey~ This freezer is damn like this, those little Bu Shi's milk sticks that I haven't seen, I still like it!"

Litchell flipped through the freezer that had fallen to the ground, breaking off a dark red ice cube and putting it in his mouth to chew.

The fishy smell of rust permeated his mouth.

"The taste of this manufacturer is quite good, it reminds me of the days when I lived in the castle with my grandfather in the country!"

Leacher said approvingly, and his mind gradually focused on the door of the cold room behind Sang Ziqing.

"Look~ There must be a lot of good things hidden in this, and no one has ever touched this sacred place before the convention was broken."

He passed by Sang Ziqing and twisted the handle on the door.

It can still be turned easily, but the door is still closed.

"Damn! Frozen, frost-proof design for this dog day! ”

Litchell slipped his hands into his pockets and grinned as he walked out of the supermarket door.

Li Xia still looked like she wanted to wipe Sang Ziqing clean, her fingers were pressed against her pale pink lips, twisting her body, and showing off her proud figure unabashedly.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon is a gathering meeting of the homeowners, remember to attend. See you or leave~ Remember to leave me the door tomorrow night, I will give you a drunken dream and death, a night that you will never forget. ”

After saying that, she waved her fingertips against her lips, made a flying kiss, and walked out with brisk steps.

Sang Ziqing was like being in the drum of a washing machine, and the world was spinning in front of him.

The long, whispering sound echoed in my ears again.

"Find the murderer, kill him, please help us, and help yourself."

"Who the hell are you, where the hell are you hiding, it's a game, right?"

Sang Ziqing shouted at the ceiling, and there was still only the dazzling white light in front of him.

A nervous panting, accompanied by the sound of friction, came from nowhere.

Sang Ziqing turned his head sharply, carefully guarding the cold room.

Sound, it's an illusion...

He also tried to break the door of the refrigerator, but this time, even the valve handle that opened the warehouse could not be turned.

Looks like it's really frozen!

Walking out of the supermarket gate, there is a corridor covered with heavy blankets, and walking on it is soft and silent.

On the left side of the corridor, there is a narrow space aisle, it seems that only one person can pass through it at a time, and when he walks through here, it is a rather hidden entrance in the hall, and it is no wonder that Sang Ziqing did not notice it in a hurry.

The environment of the promenade is dark and deep, with a few tall candelabras and a faint light.

The seven oil paintings placed in the middle of the candle flame are in the same tragic condition as the five in the hall.

The hollowed-out eyes and the severed throat look extremely weird.

Searching all the way along the door number, Sang Ziqing finally came to the No. 9 door.

Located in the deepest part of the corridor, opposite No. 10 and flanked by Room No. 8, where Litchell is located.

Even at noon, room 8 was already in the middle of the day.

The creaking of the old wooden bed is quite regular to the accompaniment of men and women's panting.

Even in such a high-pressure environment, it is really enviable to still have such a heart!

Sang Ziqing inserted the key into the rusty keyhole, swayed back and forth, and after some embarrassed attempts, he opened the black and purple door.

The interior of the house is simply furnished, a palace-style princess bed with pink curtains, sheets and pillows, also all of which are peach blossom pink, and three fluffy dolls on the bedside.

In the glass of the black wood window, there are small and delicate objects, pendants, figurines, and many handicrafts of different shapes.

The semi-circular raised balcony is a closed window with green, yellow, and red glass, and the glass is covered with cute cartoon stickers.

If it weren't for the strong smell in the room, it would be really hard to imagine that the original owner of the room was a bloated and fat middle-aged man.

"I'm a little glad that my stomach is empty, and the smell is worse than the rotten fish on the beach..."

Sang Ziqing locked the door and moved the window against the door, and after the incident, he luckily moved the bed to the side of the window and held it against it.

After cleaning the red paint in the cracks between his nails, Sang Ziqing lay prone on the bed to rest, listening to the hard performance next door.

The blonde foreigner was lying, he clearly recognized the fat man's key, but why should he obey the lie he had weaved, what had happened to the owners of the various rooms before he arrived?

In addition to himself, there were twelve visitors to this manor.

After deducting the dead fat man and the man built in the wall, there should be ten more.

You'll see you in the afternoon.

Sang Ziqing caressed his stomach, the chaotic and bizarre encounter made him have a splitting headache, he picked up the clock in the shape of a "time magician" on the bedside table, and set the moment the alarm went off at 2:30 in the afternoon.

His eyelids began to tangle ambiguously, and finally lingered with all his heart.

In addition to the drunken and dreamy shouts of the next-door neighbors, there are sneaky crawling sounds and sharp chirps in the middle of the hollow wooden plank walls...

It's those cute rodent friends. But it didn't matter anymore, Sang Ziqing finally fell asleep.