"Are these monsters' parents on the first floor?"
As Zhang Ze climbed down the stairs cautiously, he thought to himself: "I don't know what the male and female owners of this house are like."
"By the way, how is everyone doing?"
Recalling the frightening moment in the corridor just now, Zhang Ze was a little worried about his companions, especially his sister. He immediately asked everyone about their situation in his mind.
Zhang Feng: "A scary child? I met a little baby in the corridor, but he was very normal. He was crawling around on the ground. He was chubby and cute."
Zhang Ze: "Chubby is cute? Why is it that the ones I met are so terrifying, like sarcomas that have been pieced together?"
Titan: "Brother Rakshasa, your game seems really different from ours. The child I met was also chubby and cute. Although he reached out to catch us, we could easily avoid it and there was no danger at all. "
Liu Yueying: "I think someone is targeting you!"
Moonlight Bunny: "Who is it? Fang Zai?"
The little bird Yiren said: "It must be him, otherwise he wouldn't have led Rakshasa to the realm of death."
Don't be emotional even if you use the knife: "Rakshasa, the difficulty of your game is probably several times higher than ours, and in this game, you can't use the summoning spell, so be careful."
Zhang Ze: "I understand. It doesn't matter to me. As long as you can pass the customs safely, I will find a way myself."
After cutting off the contact, Zhang Ze stood on the stairs and looked towards the first floor.
Going down the stairs is a spacious living room, which, like the bedrooms and corridors in front, is full of a dilapidated and decadent atmosphere.
The old wallpaper on the living room walls was faded and peeling, revealing the broken boards inside.
The wooden boards were moldy and emitted a strong and pungent smell that made Zhang Ze sniffle.
Zhang Ze noticed that there were several photo frames hanging on the wall, which seemed to be a warm group photo of a family of three. However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the faces of all the people in the photo had been scratched to pieces with sharp objects, and they could no longer be seen clearly. original appearance.
In the corner, there was an old fish tank. The water inside had turned turbid and green, exuding a stench. Only the skeletons of the dead fish were left floating on the water.
Next to the fish tank is an old-fashioned record player. To Zhang Ze's surprise, the record player can still work normally. When the magnetic head touches the black record, a retro woman's singing voice comes from inside, very much from the 1920s and 1930s. The style of music.
There is a tattered red sofa in the center of the living room. The leather of the sofa has faded and cracked, and sponges are coming out of it, like wild growing weeds.
On the coffee table next to the sofa was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts and a small plate of unknown black food. It was obvious that this thing had long since become moldy.
Beyond this lay a tattered book and a rusty lamp.
These things were covered with dust, as if no one had touched them in more than ten years.
There was no sound in the entire living room except for the retro music playing from the record player.
Looking at everything in the living room, nothing is good, everything is in tatters.
There is a decaying and gloomy atmosphere here, as if endless terror and danger are hidden, making people feel uneasy and fearful.
"Is there any danger here?"
Zhang Ze did not go down rashly, but used "sensor" to detect the dangers in the living room.
"Yeah! Found it!"
Zhang Ze felt that the danger came from the shabby red sofa in the center of the living room. He could vaguely see a person sitting on the sofa.
But because the light was very dim, Zhang Ze couldn't see clearly the other person's appearance, but he could feel that the other person was an adult male.
"Who is he? 'Dad'?"
Zhang Ze's heart suddenly lifted. He knew in his heart that this guy might be the "BOSS" in the living room!
"It's best not to disturb him and go around slowly..."
It is better to do less than to do more. Zhang Ze now has no attack ability and cannot summon followers, so he can only sneak past quietly like a "rat crossing the street".
After carefully descending the stairs, Zhang Ze discovered that the floor under his feet was too old and made a slight creaking sound when walking on it.
"With such a small body, I will make a sound when I walk on it. If a normal person walks on this floor, he will probably fall directly, right?"
Zhang Ze thought to himself.
But he didn't think too much. After all, the voice was too low and it shouldn't alert the weirdo.
But he soon discovered that he had made a big mistake!
"Creak!"
After this soft sound, Zhang Ze suddenly discovered that the music in the living room had stopped.
"What's wrong? The music is finished?"
Zhang Ze kept walking. To him, this living room was similar to a football field. He had to hurry up and get on his way.
"Hoo ho ho!"
A heavy breathing came from the red sofa. The weirdo sitting on it slowly stood up and faced Zhang Ze's direction.
Zhang Ze glanced back, and the dim light illuminated the strange man's face. He saw that the man was dressed like a western cowboy, with a cowboy hat on his head, two pistols hanging on his waist, and his hands were touching On the gun handle.
In fact, all this was normal, but when Zhang Ze saw the man's face, he knew that this was a monster!
The man's eyes were tightly sewn shut with thin threads. At the same time, his face was also covered with various nails. It was bloody and terrifying!
"Who did it?"
Zhang Ze was furious: "How much hatred is there? To harm this man like this?"
"Or is this man willing?"
"Forget it, this has nothing to do with me, get out of here quickly!"
The man gave Zhang Ze a strong sense of threat. In addition, the "sense" had warned him before that men were "dangerous", so Zhang Ze quickened his pace and was ready to run out of the living room in one breath.
"Creak"!
"Roar!"
The cowboy man who heard the sound suddenly let out a low roar, and drew his gun with his right hand like lightning. Almost at the same time, he pulled the trigger, and a bullet whizzed out and hit the floor a few centimeters in front of Zhang Ze!
"Fuck!"
Zhang Ze was startled and also felt fear.
"If I take one more step, I will be shot through by a bullet!"
"Is this like this? I'm just a mouse, I just want to eat some cheese, and you're going to shoot me with a gun?"
Zhang Ze really wanted to yell, but he didn't dare to scream. He knew that the blind cowboy relied on hearing to judge his position, and then drew his gun and shot.
He didn't dare to compete with the opponent's bullets, so the best way to save his life now was not to make any sound.
"But if I want to pass through the living room and walk on the floor, I will definitely make a sound. What should I do?"
Zhang Ze frowned and looked around, looking for a solution.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the record player...
