Apartment 2.
The young man with the pseudonym Jiao Tailang stood in the living room with his back against the wall, holding a sharp knife with a cold light in his hand.
A pair of eyes looked around cautiously.
All the lights in the living room were turned on, and she was holding a flashlight in her left hand. Although the power was not enough, it could still be used after a few taps.
"Zila——"
"Zila——"
When he heard the sound, his whole body shivered.
coming.
That voice is coming again!
This incident started half an hour ago, when Jiao Tailang just came to his room, which was Room 404 of Apartment No. 2.
Unlike most people, he was very satisfied with this room number.
He studied abroad before and had just returned to China. He usually likes to study supernatural things, so he clearly knows how powerful the three numbers 404 are in restraining monsters and monsters.
At that time, he still had the illusion that he had secured his position.
After checking the room, he closed the bedroom and bathroom doors, and prepared to deal with it in the living room until dawn.
But just when he was about to lie down on the sofa, rest and catch his breath, there was a slow knock on the door.
Not all at once.
It's a while.
Very slowly, but every blow seemed to penetrate into his heart, and it felt like a dull knife cutting flesh.
He sat up immediately.
When he arrived, he observed in the corridor that the place was relatively shabby, and many rooms had rental notices posted on their doors.
Moreover, these rental notices are also very old, it seems they should be a long time ago.
I haven't seen any neighbors nearby, except Wan Yuaning, who lives in room 409 on the same floor as him.
She was a rather dull girl who was not good at words. After nodding to him, she opened the door and entered her room.
He didn't think it would be her who knocked on the door.
He tiptoed behind the door, looked out quickly through the peephole on the door, and the moment he put his eyes to the peephole, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.
There was nothing outside, only the notice for rent on the door opposite was flapping back and forth on the door panel in the night wind, like a dying white butterfly.
nobody......
Jiao Tailang swallowed and immediately distanced himself from the door. He would not be stupid enough to open the door to see what was outside.
After all, the range of the peephole is limited. People hiding on the sides or behind the door are all blind spots.
Or...this guest is standing outside the door.
It's just that my naked eyes are mortal and can't see it.
It was useless to think too much, it would only make him think wildly, so he continued to retreat.
As he walked back through the kitchen, he pulled out a sharp knife. This may not be useful for those things, but at least it can comfort himself.
Just after he adjusted his breathing again, the strange knocking on the door came again.
Jiao Tailang's eyes narrowed into slits.
He did not move closer to look, but mechanically turned his neck to look behind him. Behind him was the bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed, and the knock on the door... came from inside!
Someone was standing behind the bedroom door, knocking.
No, it's not knocking, but... scraping with something sharp. The sound is extremely sharp, as if it can pierce the eardrum.
"Zila——"
"Zila——"
...
The rhythm was the same as before, slow, with an uncomfortable ending, very strange.
It was like there was a person holding a rusty-handled knife behind the bedroom door just a door away from him, scraping the door with the tip of the knife.
The picture that appeared in his mind couldn't help but make his expression change drastically.
The bedroom door is different from the house door. It looks very fragile. More importantly, it has no lock, which means that things in the bedroom can come out at any time.
Just when he realized this, the scratching sound in the bedroom suddenly disappeared, and then, Jiao Tailang clearly saw that the door handle turned.
"Click."
His body reacted before his brain, and he immediately rushed to the bedroom door, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it toward him.
At the same time, use the key inserted in the keyhole of the bedroom door to lock the door.
After doing all this, the air seemed to be frozen, and he didn't even dare to blink.
Until...the sounds in the bedroom finally died away.
Panting heavily, he staggered back and finally sat down on the sofa.
With trembling hands, he grabbed the mineral water he had taken out of the refrigerator and twisted it several times before unscrewing the cap.
Just when he was about to take a sip of water to calm down his shock, the weird friction sound sounded again.
Jiao Tailang was stunned for a moment.
The sound...under the couch.
Slowly leaning forward, he looked down at his feet with trembling eyes. A cyan hand stretched out from under the sofa, and its sharp nails scratched the floor, leaving five scratches.
The next second, he grabbed his feet.
"Ah...ah!"
...
"..."
After listening to someone's narration, everyone gathered in the lobby of Building 1 fell into silence. They sat around an abandoned wooden table.
One leg of the wooden table was lame, and there were a few stones underneath it.
Apart from dust, there was not much debris on the table. There was only a lone hand thrown on it.
"So..." Fatty stared at the hand, then swallowed and looked at Jiao Tailang who looked very excited.
"At that time, this hand suddenly stretched out from under the sofa, and then grabbed my feet. I was so frightened that I had no time to react, so I became cruel." Jiao Tailang said emotionally.
"You're so cruel that your hand fell off?" Chu Jiu, who looked like a student, was so frightened that his voice changed.
"That's not true. I just stabbed it out of desperation." Jiao Tailang explained.
"Where's the knife?" Liu Guo looked more mature than the others and considered the problem more comprehensively.
"Oh, here it is." Jiao Tailang reached out from his waist and dug out, "Fat brother," he stretched his neck to his side and looked at the fat man and said, "Please step back a little."
The fat man took a few steps back.
Then, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, Jiao Tailang took out a large knife of nearly 30 centimeters from his pants, with a very sharp front end.
Probably because I was worried about hurting myself, I wrapped both sides with paper shells and then wrapped them with thick tape, leaving only the handles exposed.
Jiang Cheng glanced at Dao first, then at Jiao Tailang, and said, "Brother, you can fit it in your pants."
"It's not bad." Jiao Tailang replied.
After passing the knife around, everyone's attention returned to the severed hand. This was not a human hand, at least not a living person's.
It's that cheap rubber feel.
The nails are very long, and the front end is as sharp as a knife. The nails are covered with various patterns, as well as small decorations such as stars and moons glued on.
"This seems... like a manicure, right?" Wei Jinting stepped forward and touched it, grinned, and raised his head and said, "Hey, don't tell me, it looks pretty good."
But after realizing that Jiao Tailang, who was holding a knife, looked at him with unfriendly eyes, he obediently retracted his claws.
