"This ......"

Goodman couldn't argue for a moment, "This time it's definitely true, I would never bring a teacup into the bedroom." ”

"Maybe it's true! Didn't you notice? There are no cockroaches in this room, and the cockroaches in my kitchen are so big that they can knock people down. ”

The woman who spoke was Jenny, a housewife who had no job, and she usually liked to listen to this kind of Shinto thing the most.

"Cockroaches?"

"Looks like it's true, I haven't seen our little cutie since I came in."

"You're right, that's weird."

Almost every household in the town has a cockroach shadow, once so arrogant that it is enough to climb on the table to have dinner with them, no matter how much cockroach medicine is used to kill them, some of the most large cockroaches are almost the size of an adult's open palm! It even made the news as a wonder of the world, and occasionally some curious travelers came here to experience the super cockroaches.

Naturally, the inhabitants hate them, but they have no way to eradicate them.

"Speaking of cockroaches, it seems that there are more and more cockroaches after this year's sun festival."

"Is there one? I don't think it's the same amount. ”

"Did you hear that? Jack's house found a super cockroach, breaking the previous record of Mary's family, it is said to be half a meter long! ”

"Oh my God! It's horrible! ”

"Hey, hey, you're not here to talk about cockroaches."

Goodman said dissatisfiedly, he doesn't care if the cockroach is not a cockroach, what he wants to see is mystery! Mysterious and noble vampires, powerful and wild werewolves, and eerie wraiths! And not what cockroaches! The most dissatisfying thing about this town is the cockroaches! Cockroach! Cockroach! Almost everyone can't do without the word cockroach!

"Heck, Goodman doesn't know the pain of having cockroaches at home, and I have to fight with them every day, not to mention headaches."

Jenny smiled wryly and shook her head, but judging by her expression, having a big cockroach in the house seemed to be a thing to brag about.

Crackle, crackle.

The wood in the fireplace burned slowly, which should have brought a hint of warmth to the room, but Goodman felt that the temperature seemed to be lower than before.

"Goodman, isn't your house leaking?"

Pilson straightened his big belly and asked, relying on his advantage of being fat and wearing the least amount of clothes, and he only felt chills all over his body at this moment.

"How is that possible?!"

Goodman shook his head, although this ancestral house is a bit old, it is quite solid, not to mention that even rain can't seep in.

"I feel a little cold, too......"

"It's a little weird, is there really something unclean here?"

Everyone looked back at the still burning wood, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Hahaha, I'll just say it! This time there must be a real mystery! ”

Goodman was so excited that he stood up, and he walked up and down the hall, but he didn't find anything after a circle.

Bang!

"What sound?"

"It's a voice from the kitchen...... It seems like. ”

Before the others could react, Goodman rushed in.

A ceramic bowl was broken on the kitchen floor, and it was strangely unknown how it had been made away from the cupboard to the floor near the door.

Goodman crouched down and picked up a piece of debris and looked at it, it was as rough as a crack, and there was no change in weight.

"It doesn't seem to be any different......"

Goodman only felt that the kitchen was much quieter than usual, but there was nothing special about it, the wind outside the window was blowing, for some reason it sounded a bit like a human deliberate sound, his eyes were like torches looking around, and he was not ready to let go of the slightest clue.

Boom!

The door behind him is closed!

The sudden change startled him.

Without the light of the hall light, the place instantly became pitch black, except for the faint moonlight in front of the window to illuminate a small piece of the world.

Click.

There was a tooth-aching crunch in the shadow of the cupboard.

"Who! Who's there! Goodman stood up with wide eyes and reached for the light switch, but at this moment! A bone-chilling touch reaches your fingertips!

Goodman looked back quickly, but the switch was empty, and there was nothing.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I pressed the switch several times in a row, but the light didn't come on.

He wiped a cold sweat, who made some fear, but he felt a sense of fullness that he had never felt before.

Here's something! There's definitely something right in this kitchen!

He let out a strange laugh from his mouth, and with a lunge he lunged into the shadow of the cupboard, and grabbed his target with his right hand outstretched!

Cold, stiff, rough skin.

Goodman pulled it into the moonlight, and through the faint moonlight he could see the uninvited guest.

"Jenny?!"

It was Jenny who was pulled out by him who had just talked about cockroaches, but at this moment she seemed to be dead.

Her eyes widened, almost popping out of her sockets, her skin was purple, her body was stiff, she had obviously been dead for a while, and there were no visible wounds on her body.

"This ......"

Goodman grabbed his hair, he felt a little messy, wasn't Jenny still fine before he went into the kitchen? How did it become a corpse in the blink of an eye? Are you dreaming or hallucinating?

Goodman put down the corpse and set his sights on the closed door—opening it should have an answer.

Boom! He slammed into the closed door, his five senses were more sensitive than ever, and the muscles of his whole body had been stretched to the limit!

After a few hits, he finally knocked the door open.

Jet-black.

Same as in the kitchen.

The living room was also pitch black.

Not a single person can see it.

It was as if the meeting was just an illusion.

"That's not right!"

Goodman kicked over the long table of the banquet, and with a thud the world changed again.

The light and warmth are back to us again.

"Why have you been around for so long? Is there anything in the kitchen? It can't be cockroaches. ”

Pilson, who was closest to him, asked curiously.

Pilsen...... What about Jenny and Robert? ”

Only six of the eight people in the party remained, and the kitchen behind him was left without Jenny's body.

"Jenny? Robert? ”

Pilson gave him a strange look, "They didn't come at all, are you stupid?" ”

"Didn't come?"

Goodman touched his chin and suddenly felt a bottom in his heart, now he was far calmer than he imagined, and in the face of his friend's bizarre death, his heart was unexpectedly undisturbed......

"Come with me, this house has a problem, and it will be dangerous to stay any longer."

Goodman took a key from his coat pocket, "Let's go to the basement, don't you always want to see my collection?" I'll show you enough today, but only if we survive. ”

"Haha, your joke isn't funny at all."

"Really? Can you see your collection? ”

"That's a good experience."

The six of them came to the basement door together and followed him into the darkness.

After they left the living room, a large cockroach climbed onto the outside window and slammed the glass hard, as if trying to get inside.

Smack!!

The cockroach, the size of a human head, suddenly turned into a mass of meatloaf, squeezed into the glass, and looked like a flat meatloaf.