Mao Sandao stepped forward quickly, reached out to grab the door handle, and twisted it hard.
But the door handle had been twisted 360 degrees by Mao Sandao, but the door could not be opened.
At this time, he was like twisting a rusty nut that had slipped.
despair!
Mao Sandao pressed the light switch on the wall beside the door.
Bah...! Bah...!
The light started to flicker less than a second after it was turned on. Mao Sandao could clearly see that the tungsten filament inside the light bulb was gradually turning red.
Every time the light flickered, Mao Sandao's heart trembled.
Sigh...!
Sigh...!
While the lamp flickered violently, the inside of the bulb was also filled with a faint white mist.
Bah, bah, bah...!
Snap...!
In an instant, the light bulb exploded.
The whole room suddenly returned to darkness.
Mao Sandao subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms and vaguely smelled a pungent smell.
He knew that the smell was the metallic vapor emitted when the filament melted.
Well... it's bad for your body.
"What the hell!"
Mao Sandao determined that this was the beginning of a strange incident and a common link in such incidents.
Although he had experienced this kind of incident many times, Mao Sandao still felt a little scared when he suddenly encountered it again after many days.
What he wants to do most right now is to desperately try to open this door and escape from this place.
Mao Sandao picked up a stool on the ground and smashed it against the door lock.
boom! boom! boom!
The door shook violently, but he saw no sign that the lock was loose.
What echoes this is the non-stop violent shaking of the windows. Each door and window seems to form a "mixed percussion" that frightens the listener.
Perhaps because he felt that using the stool was time-consuming and labor-intensive, Mao Sandao simply threw the stool aside and kicked it hard with his foot.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mao Sandao used all his strength.
But what he didn't know was that right behind him, the rapidly shaking window suddenly stopped at this moment.
After a while, a hand stained with blood and with black nails slowly stretched out from the window and slowly rested on the window sill.
Suddenly, another hand was also placed on it.
Then, the hand that was previously resting on the window sill was slightly raised, and it became like a claw. The hand connected with the arm stretched from under the window sill towards Mao Sandao's back like a blood-stained vine.
The long hand paused behind Mao Sandao for a moment, then raised a sharp finger and scratched his back.
There was an inexplicable itching on his back. Mao Sandao quickly held his breath, realized something was wrong, stopped kicking the door, and turned around mechanically.
Being tickled inexplicably here, his sixth sense told him that it was extremely abnormal!
Just when Mao Sandao was about to turn around, the hand quickly retracted under the window like a frightened snake.
Immediately afterwards, the other hand also retracted.
Staring at the empty room, Mao Sandao touched the area on his back where he had just been scratched, feeling a little confused.
what happened?
He was extremely confident in his body's sensitivity. Just now, he did feel like he was being scratched.
And, it's very comfortable...
Mao Sandao glanced around the room. The quieter it became, the more uneasy he felt.
A minute passed, and indeed he saw nothing.
Mao Sandao rubbed his face, turned around, and kicked the door again.
In order to prevent similar incidents from happening just now, Mao Sandao believed that the only thing he could do was to leave as soon as possible.
Bang!
one time!
Bang!
Again!
Bang! Bang!
…
Mao Sandao was already sweating after kicking it so many times, but the damn door seemed to be integrated with the wall. Even though it was full of footprints, there was no intention of opening it.
Mao Sandao couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He didn't know what would happen next.
At this time, a pair of arms appeared again on the window sill behind him, and then, a face was gradually rising.
On the face, a brain-like attachment could be vaguely seen, still sliding down and dripping on the window edge.
Moreover, those two eyeballs were completely black, like two bottomless black holes.
Then, expose your neck...upper body...
Immediately, "he" stepped stiffly onto the window sill with one foot. After a while, "he"'s entire body looked like a machine wrapped in skin and climbed down the window sill to stand in the room.
"Hoho~"
"He" stared at Mao Sandao's back and smiled. "His" mouth was curved into a sickle shape, filled with red disgusting liquid.
Judging by the visual saturation, it seems like it could flow out of that mouth at any time.
Mao Sandao was shaken all over, and the cold air spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The voice behind him was so eerie that his hair seemed to stand on end at this moment.
"who?"
Mao Sandao turned his head quickly, staggered back and almost fell. He saw a "person" standing at the window sill!
Because of the light problem, Mao Sandao couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he was sure of one thing, "he" was definitely not a human.
Moreover, he boldly speculated that this person was probably Han Yu.
Because he wanted to kill himself before he was alive, but he died here by chance.
He once heard someone say that generally after a person dies, most souls will wander around the place of death and are reluctant to leave.
So, combining all the factors, everything seems to fit together and blend "just right."
Mao Sandao grabbed the stool on the ground and leaned his back against the wall, trying to reduce the risk factor around him as much as possible.
He held the stool across his chest and stared at the "person" on the window sill.
"Hoho~"
"He" laughed again, his body twisted uncoordinatedly, and his body bones seemed to be about to fall apart, slowly approaching Mao Sandao.
"You're laughing at me!"
Mao Sandao gritted his teeth and stared at the "person" with all his attention. His whole body tensed up, ready to "meet the battle" at any time.
He knew that escaping was not realistic, so there seemed to be no other effective method besides hard fight.
You can't jump out of the window, right?
This was the fifth floor, and Mao Sandao didn't believe he would be as lucky as last time.
God probably, should, maybe will not favor a person twice at the same time.
Seeing the "person" slowly approaching, Mao Sandao threw the stool in his hand hard.
Bang!
The stool hit the ground, and at the moment when the stool was about to hit the "person's" body, "he" mysteriously disappeared on the spot.
Mao Sandao was not surprised by the sudden disappearance of that "person".
For this kind of "anti-scientific" "dark matter" that has been active in a dark environment for a long time, any behavior happening now and at this time is not surprising.
Mao Sandao walked to the stool bravely, searching around with his eyes like a torch. He was sure that "he" must still be there.
But just when Mao Sandao bent down and just lifted the stool on the ground, before he could straighten up, he suddenly froze in place.
He saw a bloody hand on each of his shoulders, and the hands were sliding towards the Adam's apple on his neck.
He also saw that the hands had gradually become claw-like.
Mao Sandao's heartbeat accelerated rapidly. He held his breath and slowly turned his head to look behind him, almost losing his mind.
What he saw standing behind him was the same miserable face as Han Yu's after he fell to his death.
Moreover, it looked even more eerie and cautious at the moment.
Sure enough, it's him!
Before Mao Sandao had time to react, the hands suddenly grabbed his neck.
He clearly felt that his hands were cold to freezing point, and "he" was exerting force.
Mao Sandao's breathing became increasingly difficult. He wanted to open his hands, but for some reason, he felt that he had lost all feeling in his hands and could not lift them up.
Like, dislocated.
Mao Sandao originally thought that as long as he tried his best to resist, "he" would not do anything to him, but he never imagined that "he" could actually control a person's body.
Now, it's over...
Gradually, Mao Sandao saw that his body had broken away from the ground, and was floating towards the window sill.
At the same time, he found that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and the window sill had multiple double images in his eyes.
And the body is getting closer and closer to the window sill, with only three or two steps left.
