Chapter 705 Neighbors

The thick darkness overwhelmed me and I couldn't tell my direction, but I could feel that there was a pair of eyes watching me in the dark corridor.

The rain slid down my temples, and my heart beat faster. I reacted within a few tenths of a second and stamped my foot violently.

Dim light came from the first floor, and this faint light gave me a little sense of security.

"Grandma, who are you waiting for so late?" I squeezed out a smile and turned around.

There were dry mugwort stuck in the outside of the iron door and a layer of barbed wire. The door feet were rusty and splattered with red paint. From a distance, they looked like solidified blood beads.

The big red wooden door inside was opened against the wall, and the old man was standing at the door. His wrinkled face was pressed against the barbed wire outside, and his white eyes were looking straight at me.

"You...are you waiting for me?" I paused and found that the old man's eyes had never blinked after such a long time.

Is she blind?

The atmosphere in the corridor was very strange. It took the old man a long time before she spoke. Instead of answering my question, she said something very strange.

"Are you here to find someone?"

The hoarse, frost-like voice made people tremble. I was about to prevaricate, and the excuses I made up came to my lips. Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind: "Yes, I am indeed here to find someone." ! She was right, but I have never told anyone about this, so how did she, a blind old lady, know about it? "

Taking a breath, I neither admitted nor denied: "Grandma, why did you say I came here to find someone?"

"People here never turn on the lights when they go upstairs, so you came from outside. Longchang Community is hard to find. You came all the way here. If you don't look for someone, what else can you find?" The old man's voice became more and more intense. Low, although her appearance is a little scary and her voice is hoarse and unpleasant, it can be heard from her words that she has no malice.

"You don't turn on the lights when you go upstairs? Can you see the road clearly in the dark?" I muttered a few words, and then explained to the old man: "You misunderstood. I met one of your residents halfway. She was drunk. I was worried that she was Something happened on the road, so I decided to send her home.”

I held the woman with one hand. She was thin and her whole body did not weigh much.

"If you are not looking for someone, then leave quickly. The roads here are very dark at night." The old man's eyes were facing in one direction from beginning to end. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but after I moved my body, I realized that she He just stared blankly at the dark staircase, as if expecting someone to come up from downstairs.

Is she really waiting for someone?

All kinds of questions came to mind. After thinking for a moment, I decided to ask in person: "Grandma, who are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for someone."

The conversation fell into an endless loop. I knew she didn't want to say anything, so I didn't force it: "Please pay more attention to your health and don't catch a cold."

After saying that, I dragged the woman and continued upstairs. As soon as I reached the middle of the second and third floors, the voice-activated lights on the first floor went out again.

This time I was prepared in advance and didn't panic too much. I remembered what the old man said just now. The residents here never turn on the lights when they go upstairs. I don't know what the special meaning of this statement is, but everything must exist. It made sense, so I decided to do as the Romans did, without making too much noise. I slowed down, used my judgment, and walked up step by step in the darkness.

Standing in the dark corridor, the closed and gloomy space, any normal person would inevitably have random thoughts.

"The live broadcast task of the show is to go to Longchang Community at midnight and survive until dawn. The location in the task should be here. And the show host in Jinghai asked me to go to the Pig Cage Apartment to find him. According to what I learned from the restaurant owner According to the information obtained there, the Pig Cage Apartment and Longchang Community are in the same location, which means that the show anchor may live in this blood-red apartment building."

"Both of them are in the same location. Why would the show issue me such a task? Is it to help me?" In my impression, the show would never do such a thing. It must have issued this task to me. Have your own purpose!

As soon as I entered the red building and before I had gone far, I met the old man who behaved strangely and only had the whites of his eyes. This start can be called strange.

It's not yet early in the morning, the live broadcast hasn't started yet, and the real danger is still lurking in hidden corners. I feel uneasy for no reason.

Whether it's a drunk woman or a blind old man, I can be sure that they are all alive, and this is what troubles me the most.

Compared with dealing with ghosts, I hate dealing with those devils in human skin. They are shrewd and cunning, and they often kill people invisible.

"It's better to be careful. Tonight has just begun, but I can take advantage of this drunk woman in my hand. She is a tenant here and should know the community very well." Thinking of this, I frowned, and the show anchor was extremely He might also be a tenant here. With so many people living in the whole building, it would be too difficult to find him.

"Theoretically, anyone in the apartment could be the host of the show." I glanced down at the drunken woman: "Including this woman with an abuse complex, everyone needs to be investigated. clear."

It would be impossible for me to investigate all the tenants overnight, so I had to ask for help.

While I was thinking, dim light suddenly came from downstairs, and the voice-activated lights on the first floor turned on inexplicably.

"Someone passed by?" I didn't make any sound. It couldn't be me who turned on the light.

My eyes were staring at the dilapidated corridor. Under the flickering lights, I always felt that something had entered the corridor.

I threw the drunk woman on the ground and used my judgment to go down to check. The old man living on the second floor suddenly took a few steps back and locked the wooden door inside with a wave of his hand.

"what's the situation?"

I stood at the corner of the second and third floors, looking at the big red wooden door of the old woman's house, my Adam's apple rolled, and I didn't know what to do.

Although she scared me just now, she didn't close the door, which at least made me feel that there was someone with me in this cave.

"Could it be that the person she was waiting for has already arrived?" I looked towards the first floor. The cracked wall looked like a ferocious smiling face, the floor tiles were incomplete, and there were only the shoe prints of me and the drunk woman on them: "No one is coming in, voice control Why do the lights suddenly come on? Are the wiring aging?"

Even with my eyesight, I can't see anything wrong. I don't know if someone is playing tricks or if something bad really happened.

"Grandma said she was waiting for someone. Now the voice-activated light on the first floor is on. Not only did she not open the door, she also locked the door. Could it be that the person who came in was not the person she was waiting for?"

I couldn't figure it out, so when the voice-activated light went out, I turned around and walked towards the third floor. After taking a few steps, I suddenly felt an itch on my neck. I stretched out my hand to scratch it, and it seemed like a woman's hair was floating on the back of my neck.

I didn't pay attention at first, but after climbing a few steps, I realized something was wrong.

I just threw the drunk woman against the wall. How could her hair float to the back of my neck? If not her, then who? !

With my back against the wall, I suddenly turned my head and looked around. There was nothing in the dark corridor.

I can be sure that it was not an illusion just now: "The back of the neck? Could it be..."

I slowly raised my head and looked up. The scene where I imagined something lying above my head did not appear. It was pitch black and there was nothing.

"Isn't this red building too evil?" Someone said it a long time ago. If you feel scared for no reason in the unlit corridor, don't look back and run all the way home, because the more you think about it, the more you think about it. The more likely something is to appear.

Lifting the drunk woman with one hand, I strode upstairs.

There must be someone living on the third floor. Some of the iron doors were covered with something bloody, and there were used tissues thrown on the ground.

"It's really hard to live in this place." I arrived at the fourth floor in one breath. This was the floor that the drunk woman pointed out to me. But when I arrived, I ran into trouble again.

There are three residents on each floor, and I don’t know exactly which room the woman lives in.

"Hey, wake up!" I shook the woman's shoulders, but she didn't respond. I could still remember the weird scenes that had just happened. I really didn't want to stay in this dark corridor.

"I'm offended." I groped her body with one hand and quickly pulled out a bunch of keys from her pants pocket.

An old-fashioned copper key was worn on the red rope. The edges were badly worn, and it looked like it had been used for a long time.

"These three iron doors are of the same style, and there is not much dust in the opening and closing of the door seams, which means that there are people living in the three houses." I couldn't find any more clues, so I could only try my luck and randomly choose one close to it. Take the key and walk through the iron door on the stairs.

Only the first floor of the red building is equipped with voice-activated lights. Now the corridor is so dark that if I hadn't had a discerning eye, I wouldn't have been able to find the keyhole.

After trying several times, the woman's copper key couldn't be inserted at all.

The sound of keys and iron door locks being scraped was particularly clear in the dead corridor. I was about to turn around and move to the next house when an unusual sound suddenly came from the room in front of me.

A very strange sound, like a knife cutting open a sack.

I stopped outside this door and stopped making any sound. My true energy surged to the acupuncture point behind my ears, and I listened to the sounds in the house.

A minute or two later, there were light footsteps in the house, and then the big red wooden door was opened a thin crack.

Through the gap, I saw a middle-aged man with dirty hair, bloodshot eyes, and a foul smell lying behind the door. He was very cautious, and seemed to be doing something shameful.

"I'm here to take this girl home. You are her neighbor. You should know which room she lives in, right?" I took the woman's arm and lifted her up.

The man hid behind the wooden door, said nothing, and looked at me with his scarlet eyes.