What would you do if you were in a world of terror?

August panicked because she was the unlucky one.

At this time, she fell to the ground, looking around with sleepy eyes.

The next moment, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

It was a strange toilet room, surrounded by snow-white walls splattered with blood, and light bulbs on the ceiling flickering as if they were going to break at any moment.

The smell of stench and blood in the air came to his face, and Yang August subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and scratched his head in confusion.

She was sleeping at home, and when she was groggy, a terrible scream sounded, and after she was awakened, she came to such a ghost place.

She looked at the blinding red on the wall, and slowly got up in surprise, guessing in her heart that she might have been kidnapped.

However, the security door of the house is locked, and no one can enter.

She subconsciously touched her pocket, trying to find the phone, but she didn't find it.

Yang August frowned, suspecting that he was sleepwalking, but how did this place look like a murder scene.

Thinking of the scream that woke her up, she felt bad in her heart, and turned around to pull the door of the private room and leave the place.

The moment she grasped the doorknob, there was a sudden abdominal pain.

Accompanied by the gurgling sound, Yang August suddenly felt bad.

This is a precursor to the channeling.

She looked at the dirty toilet behind her, and the blood on the wall, tangled in place.

But the pain in her stomach was getting worse and worse, and it didn't give her a chance to think at all.

Adhering to the principle that people have three impatience and unbearable, Yang August was ruthless, gritted his teeth, and rushed to the squatting toilet to solve it.

After a moment, she looked at it comfortably, only to realize that there was no paper in the toilet.

August suddenly looked complicated, she was anxious in place, and suddenly noticed that there was a small door one meter high on the wall beside her.

The small door was rusty and dusty, and I don't know how long it had been, and there was a small hole the size of a palm at the bottom of the door.

Yang August lowered his head and looked through the small hole, the door was pitch black, silent, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Suddenly, a chill hit her face, and she looked at the blood stains on the walls around her, bright red.

It's fresh blood.

August suddenly realized that if this was the scene of the murder and the blood was so fresh, would the murderer not be gone yet?

Or, he hides behind this small door, quietly peeping himself into the toilet...

It's a little perverted.

August looked at the small door beside him, and subconsciously moved back, trying to keep his distance, constantly thinking in his mind, without paper, how can human beings solve personal hygiene.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of light bulbs in the toilet, and the next moment, the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

August shuddered, ready to leave without lifting his pants.

At this moment, a withered yellow hand stretched out from the small hole under the iron door.

The skin of that hand was wrinkled, and the nails were dead gray, and it looked very strange.

August frowned, looked at the hand with a complicated face, and muttered to himself, "Is this nail fungus?" A contagious two? ”

The hand was stunned, and then, it spread out its palm, and in the palm of its hand were two brightly colored tissues.

One red, one blue.

A hoarse and old voice sounded, "Little girl, do you want this red tissue or a blue tissue?" ”

Yang August looked straight at the palm of his hand, immediately became very vigilant, and asked rhetorically, "How do you know that I am a little girl?" Are you spying on me? ”

The hand ignored her, and said again to himself, "Do you want a red tissue, or a blue one?" ”

August sneered, "Don't change the topic," she said, she scolded in the tone of an old lady with a broken mouth, "Listening to your voice, you're not too young, it's really not ashamed to peek at the age of the little girl to go to the toilet, and you still have the face to deliver paper!" ”

The hand fell silent, and for a moment, it seemed to feel August's angry gaze, and cleared its throat, "I didn't peek at you going to the bathroom, but, I think you must need paper, tell me, do you want red, or blue..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang August.

"I don't listen, I don't listen, you just peek at other people's toilets, they are still a yellow flower girl, you have to be responsible for others."

The hand was speechless, it had never seen such a situation before.

For a moment, it froze in place, at a loss.

In order to let Yang August choose tissues, he tentatively asked, "After I am responsible, do you want my tissues?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang August was stunned.

She looked at the red and blue tissues on her palms in a daze, and suddenly remembered a terrifying story that her brother Yang Qiyue told in the middle of the night in order to scare her when she was a child.

Late at night, a student was in a public toilet to solve the three emergencies, after the end of the trip, he found that he forgot to bring a tissue, just when he was anxious, a hand reached out through the crack in the door, handed him two tissues, one red and one blue, and asked him which one he wanted.

The student didn't think about it, so he chose the red one, and the next day, he was found dead in the toilet, his skin stripped and his red flesh exposed.

A few years later, the public toilets were razed and schools were built.

It was another late night, and another student had an urgent need to urinate and went into the toilet.

Just as she was finished, still familiar with the routine, a hand reached out through the crack in the door and asked her which piece of paper she wanted.

This student had heard about the supernatural events of the previous years, and chose blue with fear, thinking that he would be safe, but he was drained of blood and died of blue.

It seems that this murderer likes to imitate horror stories to kill.

And listening to the question it asked so persistently just now, it should be an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As long as you don't choose, there is a high probability that nothing will happen.

So, the corners of August's lips hooked slightly, and he replied with the words of his palm, "Of course." ”

The palm sighed and asked helplessly, "How do you want me to be responsible?" ”

August smiled evilly, and then, she immediately changed her other face, with a sad expression, "For the sake of my chastity, you go and kill yourself, after you die, no one will know that you peeked at me to go to the toilet." ”

After finishing his words, his palms trembled, "What a vicious woman." ”

Yang August didn't care, and continued to kidnap it morally, and said in a gentle tone, "You promised me that you will be responsible for me, how can you not do the water that you spilled when you say it?" ”

The palm didn't seem to turn, it was tangled, and after a moment, it sighed and compromised, "Okay, I promise you, but you have to choose my tissues first." ”

August rolled his eyes and said with a faint smile, "What we said at the beginning was that I could only choose your tissues after you were in charge." ”

The palm of the hand is silent, it is aggrieved, it wants to cry.

Although it is a ghost, it is destroyed when it dies.

At this time, Yang August didn't realize that he had entered the world of fear travel, and he still thought that this was a murder scene, and it was a living person who was talking to him.

The palm of his hand thought about it, in the building of the horror game, the toilet was its territory, and he had never met a human who could threaten him in turn.

The little girl in front of me doesn't want to threaten me.