After a moment, the uncle stopped moving stiffly, as if he had seen something terrible. He stretched out his hand and pointed out the window. He stepped back with a horrified expression, and breathed heavily in his throat, "Ho...ho..." .
Cheng Miao glanced at the uncle, gritted his teeth and walked to the door.
There is also a palm-sized glass window above the hole for passing things, but there is too much dirt on it, so you can no longer see the scene outside clearly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The window, which was already full of stains, was suddenly covered with bloody palm prints one after another.
Cheng Miao's heart skipped a beat when he saw the bloody palm prints on the small, dirty window.
"Help! Open the door! Open the door!" The same words were shouted out by people outside, which was even more terrifying.
Cheng Miao held his breath and took a step back. He saw several faces pushing and shoving against the glass. Their faces were bloody and bloody, and their original appearance could not be seen.
Several hands were inserted into the hole, drilling in desperately. Some nails were even split in the middle due to excessive force, which looked very painful.
These hands were covered with blood and mud, as if they had struggled and crawled on the ground.
Because the holes were too small, the wounds that had been squeezed in were exposed, and in some cases the faint white bones could even be seen.
"Ah!" Deafening screams came one after another from behind. Cheng Miao bit the soft meat in his mouth to suppress the screams in his throat.
Suddenly, the world was spinning, and a voice that could not tell the difference between male and female, and had no emotional ups and downs came from my ears: Opening the single-player copy [Abandoned Courtyard], the player Cheng Miao is loading...
A musty smell accompanied by the smell of rotting wood made Cheng Miao sneeze a few times when he just woke up.
Realizing that he had been loaded into the so-called game, Cheng Miao immediately tensed up his muscles and looked around to make sure that he was the only one here.
In front of him is a residential building in an old community. A blue iron door number is dangling in the middle of the cement wall, and white paint reads "Building 4, Minsheng Lane."
Cheng Miao was standing in a somewhat dilapidated yard outside a residential building. The flowers and plants originally planted in the yard and the vines clinging to the gate have now withered and turned black.
It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, mixed with dust, which is especially depressing under the gray sky.
The yard was exceptionally quiet, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. The fallen leaves on the ground that had not yet completely rotted were lifeless and lifeless.
It was as if someone had adjusted the colors here to an almost off-white tone from old photos. Cheng Miao felt that he would be trapped here at any time. Such an association made Cheng Miao frown.
Suddenly, I don't know if it was dazzling, but a vague red shadow flashed past not far away.
Cheng Miao was startled and looked carefully, but there was no trace of him.
Cheng Miao didn't dare to be careless in a place like this, but he confirmed again and again that the ominous red shadow was indeed gone now.
While Cheng Miao was looking around, a close voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Welcome player Cheng Miao to enter the single-player copy [Abandoned Compound]. Players are requested to find out the secret of the compound as soon as possible and escape from the compound."
"Tip: People are not people, things are not things, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust."
When the beep ended, Cheng Miao felt that the courtyard that was originally like a still picture slowly became a little more alive.
Although it was still eerily quiet, I could still feel the gentle breeze caressing my cheeks.
Several eight or nine-year-old children appeared around Cheng Miao, wearing clothes that were long out of date. It looked like they were from more than ten or twenty years ago.
"Huzi, is this Building 4 of Minsheng Lane? It looks so gloomy." A dirty little boy next to Cheng Miao said, sniffing.
This is a single-player game, so these children should be NPCs to guide the plot.
"Ergou, you are scared. You are not as courageous as a girl like Niuniu."
A slightly taller boy next to Ergou curled his lips, and was holding a little girl with a watermelon head on his hand. The little girl looked very frightened, holding on to the corner of the boy's clothes, almost crying.
No longer willing to enter the dungeon, Cheng Miao braced herself for information, "Why did you bring her here for such a big deal? She looks scary."
Ergou giggled, "Sister Miaomiao, you don't know Huzi yet. You have to take Niuniu with you wherever you go. It's not a big deal anyway, so just let her follow."
Niu Niu glanced at Cheng Miao with some shyness, obviously afraid of this eldest sister who was much older than herself.
The NPC must have useful clues. Cheng Miao looked at the three children and was distracted and alert to the surroundings.
"So what are we going to do here?" Time was running out. Cheng Miao was wary of the horrific scenes that might suddenly appear. He just wanted to clear the level quickly and escape from the yard.
"Sister Miaomiao, you don't listen to me carefully. It's not that Aunt Song's little treasure was lost two days ago. Many children have been lost in this yard in Minsheng Lane before. We thought we would come here to look for clues, maybe we can know about the little treasure. Where have you gone?"
Huzi touched Niuniu's head, pulled her closer, and walked in, "Let's hurry up. It was only after knowing that Sister Miaomiao was with me that my mother allowed me to bring Niuniu to play nearby. , I still have to go home for dinner.”
Children at this age are still very curious. Although they want to help Aunt Song find someone, they are more likely just curious about what is in the yard, mixed with a desire to be a hero.
Apparently he has a background in child trafficking.
Cheng Miao recited a few reminders silently. He had no clue at the moment, so he could only keep them in mind and then observe his surroundings.
The yard is not big, and all you can see are rotting flower vines and moss-covered stone tables and chairs, and the ground is covered with thick leaves.
Cheng Miao used his feet to open up an open space. There was only some dirt and uneven ground, and there was nothing special that needed attention.
This looks like a yard that has been abandoned for a long time. It even looks extra normal because of the presence of several NPCs.
But it was this normality that made Cheng Miao extremely cautious.
The iron door behind me suddenly "creaked, creaked" whether it was blown by the wind or something.
Cheng Miao turned around suddenly, but saw nothing.
The iron door opened a crack, as if someone had just squeezed in sideways, making the rusty door groan.
Cheng Miao stared at the iron gate for a few seconds, then turned back amidst the urging of the three children, suppressing the terrifying thoughts in his mind.
Cheng Miao didn't have the beauty that would captivate the entire country, nor did he have any natural supernatural powers, nor was he emotionally deficient enough to be afraid.
But she has an advantage that many people don't have, that is, the greater the pressure from the outside world, the calmer she becomes.
Even if she was scared to death, she could still analyze it with a cold face.
Cheng Miao used to joke that this was because she was a qualified social animal.
Now this has become her greatest advantage.
There was nothing to defend himself in the yard, so Cheng Miao could only bite the bullet and walked into the dark corridor.
It was very dark in the corridor, and my eyes were not used to it when it suddenly entered. I could only smell the smell of damp and rotten dust.
Suddenly a bright light came out, and the two dogs next to them laughed mischievously, "Hey, I thought of going on an adventure, so I took out my dad's flashlight."
Cheng Miao took the flashlight and carefully looked at the corridor through the light.
The walls of the corridor were dirty, with mud from footprints and unknown stains covering the walls. In some clean places, there were a few yellowed papers stuck on them.
Cheng Miao went over and carefully peeled off the papers. These were all missing person notices. The photos had been somewhat weathered, but it could be seen that there were men and women, all six or seven years old.
Among them, there was a little girl who had the most missing person notices posted. The little girl had two braids, a red skirt, and a skipping rope in her hand.
The face in the photo has been blurred into a rough gray-white color, which looks a bit weird under the light of the flashlight.
Cheng Miao looked at the red dress on the girl thoughtfully, red... The flashing shadow she saw when she entered the dungeon was also red.
