Chapter 925
He didn't say anything, and there was the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette.
After installing my mobile phone, I quietly climbed up to the fifth floor.
On the left is 512 and on the right is 513.
I chose 513, leaned against the door, and listened to what was going on inside.
It's late at night, and the sound insulation in the old community is not very good, so I actually heard someone talking inside.
"How does that go."
It was the voice of an old lady, very hoarse.
After pausing for a few seconds, the second fat man said in a low voice: "The two groups separated. That group may have gone down three days ago. The other five masters are dead, and the second master is also dead. What happened to the master?" Why don't you show up yet? We shouldn't have chosen this group of people in the first place. The guy named Wang and the guy named Tian are not easy to deal with."
Then I heard the hoarse voice of the old lady saying: "Second brother, fifth child, if you die, you will die. Do they doubt you before the boss shows up?"
"Probably not, but you can't use this face for more than a week. Time is tight, and it's not done well. It's almost going to smell."
When I overheard this, there was suddenly no movement in the room, no sound at all, and it became extremely quiet.
I was lying on the door listening.
Suddenly, someone from behind tapped me on the shoulder.
I was stunned on the spot for a moment and turned my head little by little.
The door to room 512 opened, and an old lady in her 60s or 70s stood in front of me. Her face looked like it had been burned, her mouth was pulled to the left, and she had no nose, just two small eyes.
512 and 513 are connected!
The old woman looked at me with a smile.
It was like a ghost, so scary that I yelled, turned around and ran downstairs!
Take ten steps down in one step! Three steps to the next floor!
When I went down to the first floor, I saw that the unit door was locked. I pushed the door frantically, but it couldn't be pushed open at all.
Then, the sound of opening the door kept coming from the building, creaking and creaking.
On the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor, and finally the first floor, people kept opening the door and coming out.
The old-fashioned voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on, and I saw these people slowly walking downstairs. None of them looked normal.
There are men and women, the older ones are in their sixties or seventies, the younger ones are in their thirties and forties.
Some have no noses, some have no chins. One older man's face was as if a car had run over it. It flattened and then grew back again. His face was like a pancake.
There is also a younger one, with one leg high and one short, walking like a crab, swaying.
All were freaks, or disfigured.
I was sweating profusely, leaning against the iron door and gasping for air. I immediately took out my mobile phone and shouted: "Come here quickly! Head Tian! Come here quickly!"
"beep...."
He died.
Anyone who has never seen a severely disfigured face will be frightened by it. It looks more like a ghost than a ghost.
Especially the big-faced man who was run over by a car and wouldn't survive under normal circumstances. He might actually be a ghost.
The more I looked, the more frightened I became. I leaned against the door, sweat dripping from my forehead, and my mind went blank.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Sudden! Someone was kicking the iron door vigorously outside, but it didn't sound like a person was kicking.
Bang! The door was kicked open from the outside.
More than a dozen people stood at the door, all holding steel pipes and iron bars.
Tian Sanjiu flicked the cigarette butt away and stepped into the corridor.
