About twenty minutes later, Brian arrived at 36 Jasmine Street, in front of a small single-family house.

Pulling his bicycle aside, he entered the courtyard and knocked on the door with his fingers.

After a knock on the door, a tall middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a short-sleeved vest twisted open the door.

The man's name was Conrad Wallis, and he was Borg's father.

When Brian saw the comer, he immediately politely took off his soft hat, put it on his chest, bowed his head and said, "Good evening, Mr. Conrad!"

Conrad also saw Brian clearly at the same time, and smiled on his meticulous face: "It turned out to be Brian, come in and talk about something!"

With that, Conrad reached out and grabbed Brian's shoulders and greeted him warmly into the living room, leaving no room for Brian to refuse.

Feeling the tremendous force coming from his shoulder, Brian smiled shyly and slowly entered the living room. Immediately, his ears heard the sound of cooking "bang" and "dong dong", and when he heard such a sound, he involuntarily touched his lower abdomen, which had already contracted in, with his hand.

"You should have something to eat and come again."

Brian smiled bitterly in his heart, and there was no joy in meeting the meal. He adjusted his state, looked at Conrad and said, "Mr. Conrad, Borg hasn't been to school for two days, I'll come to see him, what's going on with him?" His classmates and teachers were worried about him!"

Conrad grinned, waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, he is resting in the room, you go find him, wait for us to eat!"

"Okay." Brian agreed, and trotted expertly toward Borg's room.

As he passed by the kitchen, Brian smelled an unbearable pungent stench, and he instinctively wanted to reach out to cover his mouth and nose, but he thought that he was now a guest at someone else's house, and felt that this was a bit unpleasant, so his arm stopped in the air.

He looked curiously in the direction of the kitchen, trying to determine the source of the smell, and saw the back of a tall, thin woman, busy in the kitchen.

This back...... It seems that Borg's mother has died...... Ms. Lydia......

Looking at the back, Brian suddenly heard Conrad's hearty laughter: "Brian, don't worry, dinner will start soon!"

"Uh......" Brian looked back at Conrad with an embarrassed expression, and for a moment he didn't know how to explain it. After a few seconds of silence, he finally gave up on his explanation and continued to trot towards Borg's room.

Coming to the door of Borg's room, Brian raised his hand and knocked on the door, and called softly, "Borg, I'm coming to see you!"

"Knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......"

After knocking on the door several times in a row and no one responded, Brian frowned rarely, and finally twisted the doorknob himself, and seeing that the door was unlocked, Brian simply entered the room neatly.

The room was pitch black, and Brian skillfully turned on the light to feel a cold wind blowing on his face.

"It's cold, it's already past winter...... Brian looked around the room to find the window that wasn't closed. I found that the windows were closed tightly and the curtains were pulled up.

Finally he found his friend Borg Wallis in bed, with a puzzled look.

"Borg!" Brian shouted as he approached the soft bed, ready to pull his friend up and ask what was going on before he didn't go to school.

But the moment he first touched Borg's body, Brian felt a cold tingling sensation in his palm, and he withdrew his hand almost instinctively.

"Why is it so cold and sick?"

Just as Brian was startled and suspicious, his eyes wandered and he saw the face of his longtime friend. At this time, Borg, who was lying on the bed frontally, had his eyes closed, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he showed no signs of breathing.

Brian didn't yell when he saw this, because his mind was blank right now.

Staggering back a few steps in disbelief, Brian took a deep breath and stretched out his fingers with trembling palms as he slowly approached Borg's nose. After not feeling his breath for a few seconds, Brian looked solemn and scared inside.

"Borg is dead...... And it's still a long time, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is now. But why did Mr. Conrad say that Borg was sleeping, even though Borg was dead? ”

"Did I hallucinate, or did Mr. Conrad kill Borg, and if so, why?"

Just as Brian's thoughts were racing, heavy footsteps swirled in the stairwell on the 1st to 2nd floors, accompanied by a faint female voice.

"Brian, I heard you're here, come and let me see, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

"This voice ......" Listening to the female voice outside, Brian's body trembled, and a name flashed in his mind - Lydia Marshall.

This is the full name of Borg's mother.

"How is it possible, Ms. Lydia died of illness three years ago, how can it be that she is still ......" The living word Brian finally did not say.

Because he didn't believe in his guesses, in order to stop thinking about it, he was ready to confirm it himself, and the way to confirm it was very simple, that is, to open the door and see the face of the person!

"Brian! Brian!" There was no response for a long time, and the voices outside were obviously anxious, and the location was closer.

Listening more and more like a voice from memory, Brian twisted open the door with mixed feelings, poked out half of his head, and carefully observed the situation outside.

said that he didn't believe his guess, but such a thing would make anyone who met it scared, and for the sake of insurance, Brian didn't choose to go out all the time.

His eyes looked in the direction of the hallway, and with just one glance, Brian pulled back half of his head that poked out.

Because he saw a long-haired lady with a beautiful face, walking slowly at the top of the stairs with a kitchen knife. This lady's appearance is exactly the same as the Lady Lydia that Brian remembers.

"What's the matter, Lady Lydia isn't dead, or ......" Before the whispered words could be finished, Brian saw that Lady Lydia's skin and flesh were festering and falling little by little, and emitting a disgusting rancid smell.

"Brian, come, let me take a good look at you!" Lydia, whose hair had all fallen out and her body had festered into sludge, suddenly picked up a knife and ran, rushing straight towards Brian!

"Shhh Cold sweat broke out on Brian's forehead, and his exposed head was immediately withdrawn, and his body seemed to stimulate some potential, closing the door and locking it with incredible speed.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp kitchen knife flashing with a sharp cold glow broke open a hole in the door. Then, the blade that reached into the room grazed Brian's cheek.

Looking at the kitchen knife stuck on the door and close at hand, Brian gasped for breath, glad that he was lucky to have escaped.

"What should I do?" It's not quite clear what happened to him, but Brian knows that if he doesn't find a way to escape, he'll stay here forever.

"Brian! Brian! Come out!"

Lady Lydia, who had become a monster, screamed and swung her arms back and forth with a kitchen knife, slashing at the door of the room.

Her strength is immense, and each attack can cut a mark on the wooden door.

With his feet backing away and his eyes on the wooden door that didn't last long, Brian clenched his fists and teeth clenched as his brain raced at high speed.