He pressed the button on the remote control, and the TV program switched to another station. Song Shuming just wanted to put down the remote control, and a strange scene appeared again, without touching the remote control button, the TV channel automatically switched back to the children's channel.

"Strange, the remote control is broken?" Song Shuming muttered. He picked up the remote control, removed the battery, and checked it. He was just about to put the battery back on, when suddenly, the TV screen flashed.

The battery of the remote control has obviously been removed by Song Shuming, but the TV is still automatically changing the channel, and the frequency is getting faster and faster, as if someone is hiding behind the TV and keeps pressing the FM button of the TV.

Song Shuming walked to the TV, stretched out his hand and patted the screen: "No, is the TV broken?"

There was no way, Song Shuming had no choice but to unplug the TV and plan to repair it. The TV screen was impressively black, and Song Shuming's shadow was reflected on it.

Just when Song Shuming wanted to find repair tools, he suddenly saw that there was something more on the TV screen. A small human head popped out of his right shoulder.

Song Shuming's pupils shrank, and the cells in his body seemed to be about to explode.

A cold, cold touch came from his neck, and he rolled in his throat and swallowed with difficulty.

Song Shuming clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and his palms were covered with cold sweat. He lowered his eyes slightly, and the scene in front of him was enough to become a nightmare for his life.

He saw two small children's arms stretched out in front of his neck, and the arms were covered with corpses, which was shocking.

In the next second, Song Shuming's ears were cold, as if he had been blown by someone. Immediately after, a young child's voice sounded eeriely: "Uncle...... Go to hell. ”

......

Song Shuliang walked out of the bathroom while rubbing his hair with a towel. The TV in the living room is on, and children's cartoons are playing on it.

Song Shuming, on the other hand, sat on the ground with his head hanging and his back to the TV.

Song Shuliang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, raised his foot and kicked Song Shuming, who was hanging his head, urging: "Go take a bath!"

Song Shuming leaned and almost fell to the ground, and then, he stabilized his body, without saying a word, stood up silently, took clean pajamas, and walked into the bathroom.

His movements, stiff and stiff, don't look like the actions of a normal person at all, but like a puppet manipulated by someone.

Song Shuliang looked at Song Shuming inexplicably, how did the old brother who was still alive just now become lifeless now?

However, Song Shuliang didn't think about it, he thought that Song Shuming was too tired, so he was listless.

"Brother, wash and sleep, stop playing games. ”

When the words fell, there was no response from Song Shuming in the bathroom, only the sound of "whoosh" was heard.

Song Shuliang yawned, returned to the room and lay down on the bed. I don't know how long it took, but he was woken up by the sound of rustling.

"Boom-"

Song Shuliang opened his hazy sleep and slowly sat up. The crack in the door under the door of the room was shining through, there were people in the living room, and Song Shuming had not slept yet.

"Song Shuming, what are you doing when you don't sleep at night?" Song Shuliang sat on the bed and shouted unhappily.

"Whew-" The movement outside the door still did not stop, Song Shuliang got up and got angry, angrily lifted the quilt, kicked the slippers and opened the door.

The living room was empty, and the sound was coming from the bathroom.

Song Shuliang walked to the bathroom door and shouted inside, "Song Shuming, what are you doing?"

He called Song Shuming several times, but the other party didn't even bother to talk, which made Song Shuliang feel a little strange.

Song Shuliang frowned and slowly pushed open the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Song Shuming was squatting on the ground with his back to him, his hands kept moving.

Song Shuliang stretched his neck to take a look, and then he saw clearly that Song Shuming was sharpening his knife!

Song Shuliang's heart couldn't help but chuckle, at night, how could Song Shuming squat on the ground and sharpen his knife, he wouldn't make a supper for himself, right?

"Song Shuming, why don't you go to sleep?" Song Shuliang calmed down and asked softly.

However, the other party still ignored him, and Song Shuliang had to wonder, Song Shuming was sleepwalking?

Song Shuliang reached out and patted Song Shuming's shoulder: "Hey, brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Boom-" Song Shuming sharpened the knife mechanically, back and forth, the kitchen knife in his hand became sharper and sharper.

Song Shuliang's heart couldn't help but start to panic, he had the experience of being ghosted once, and then look at Song Shuming's sluggish state at this moment, is it possible...... Could it be that he was also ghosted?

Thinking of this, Song Shuliang began to regret it, he knew that he shouldn't have taken Song Shuming to play some hellish live broadcast.

Without delay, Song Shuliang hurriedly walked back to the living room, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the emergency number.

Unbeknownst to him, however, danger was looming step by step.

Song Shuming hung his head, held the sharpened knife in one hand, and slowly approached Song Shuliang.

Song Shuliang was about to hang up the phone, when he suddenly saw an extra shadow on the ground.

didn't have time to think about it, Song Shuliang rolled his body and rolled to the ground. At the same time, Song Shuming's knife fell fiercely on the position where Song Shuliang was just now, and in an instant, a hole was cut out of the sofa, and the cotton wool floated out.

Song Shuliang stumbled up, at this moment, he dared to be sure, Song Shuming was definitely possessed by a ghost!

"Song Shuming, do you know what you're doing?! You wake up labor and management!" Song Shuliang threw a soft cushion in Song Shuming's direction, he wanted to smash Song Shuming awake.

Looking at Song Shuming, who was approaching step by step, Song Shuliang could only retreat again and again, and he grabbed the chair on his side and blocked it in front of him.

Song Shuming still hung his head, and no one could see the expression on his face. Suddenly, Song Shuming raised his knife and rushed towards Song Shuliang without warning.

"Ah!" Song Shuliang panicked, he didn't hesitate to raise the chair in his hand and smash it towards Song Shuming's body.

"Smack!" Song Shuming didn't dodge or dodge, he raised his hand stiffly, clenched the kitchen knife in his hand and slashed down, and the chair was instantly cut off with a knife.

Song Shuliang was stunned, he didn't have any props to resist in his hand, he could only turn his head and run. Song Shuming blocked the way to the gate, and Song Shuliang had no way to escape from the gate, so he could only go around in circles in the villa.

"Smack!" Song Shuming chased after him, he waved the kitchen knife in his hand indiscriminately, and cut down a lot of furniture at home.

If it weren't for Song Shuliang's dexterity and quick dodge, I'm afraid he would have become Song Shuming's soul under the knife.

Song Shuliang shouted while hiding, trying to wake up Song Shuming: "Brother, wake up! I'm your brother!"

Song Shuliang stretched out his hand and pushed the shoe rack on his side to the ground, blocking Song Shuming's way.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Shuliang immediately hid in the bedroom beside him, closed the door, and locked it.

"Bang, bang!" Song Shuming's knife quickly slashed at the door.

Song Shuliang knew that he would not stay in this room for long, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket with trembling hands, and hurriedly called the police.

The phone was connected, and Song Shuliang said in a panic: "Hurry up...... Come and save me!......"

"Giggle......" Suddenly, a child's laughter rang out on the phone.

"Smack!" Song Shuliang seemed to have a broken string in his mind, and that ghost was going to cut off his way of life!

Song Shuliang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his head.

He said intermittently, "You...... Who are you?"

The voice of the immature child sounded: "I...... I'm your brother...... Your brother Song Shuming...... Giggle......"