"Maybe no one will care about me anymore, but Xiaobai, you are not my grandfather and I still want you."
There were tears in the corners of the man's eyes, and his voice became more choked. Tears fell on Xiao Bai's head. Xiao Bai looked up at his master. He didn't understand why his master had such emotions.
Zhai Jianmu stood outside the door, grinning. The locked door blocked Zhai Jianmu's path. The wide open window on the other side seemed to be a better choice.
Just as Wei Xiaxia was about to go over, Lu Zeyu stopped him.
"Why?"
"Don't you think it's strange? He always breaks into the door, but this time he is standing outside. There must be something stopping him. He is waiting for us to go out now!"
After hearing Lu Zeyu's analysis, Zhai Jianmu's figure disappeared from the window, and Lu Zeyu let out a long breath.
When he looked back, the man was already lying on the bed, lifeless.
"This house should be given to me!"
"He was the one I grew up with, he should be given to me!"
A group of people stood in front of the man and argued.
Xiaobai stood outside the crowd and watched everything that happened in confusion. Why did the master stop talking? What on earth were they doing?
Are they going to eat their master to increase their own strength?
In the past, these behaviors were so beautiful in memory, and to humans, they were like feasting in a restaurant. But as your cognition changes and you see yourself and the people around you clearly, your previous life was so disgusting.
This is the first time Xiaobai has the concept of death. Before this, he didn't understand death.
As the memory fragmented, Zhai Jianmu's figure began to emerge, and Lu Zeyu jumped into another memory.
"Run away! Run away! I don't believe you can run away forever!"
"Hello? Song Jiu, are you going to die? You're not going to sleep in the middle of the night."
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! It's so... so good... finally... someone picked it up."
"What on earth are you having?"
"Help...save me, he...they are coming, I can only..."
Zhi…
Zhi…
Zhi…
A burst of electric current appeared in the phone, and Xiao Mu couldn't help but feel a little irritable.
"Ah!...don't...don't sleep."
I wanted to say something more, but then there was the beep of the phone hanging up.
"baffling."
The phone rang again, this time the voice coming from the phone was very clear.
"It's okay, I just want to tell you, have a good rest and good night."
beep! beep! beep!
"I'm sick. You stay up late at night and make harassing phone calls to me."
It was midsummer at this time, and the dull air made me feel irritable.
"Anything else? What else did he say?"
In the silent room, the model with two dark circles under her eyes said helplessly:
"No, this is the last call. Mr. Police, can you tell me what happened?"
The policeman sitting opposite was looking forward to his answer, but obviously his hope was dashed.
"No, I haven't seen her for several days."
The policeman who received this answer left disappointed, and said before leaving:
"Thank you for your cooperation. We will contact you in the future. Please keep your phone open."
Taking out a bottle of happy water from the refrigerator, Xiao Mu collapsed on the sofa, feeling the comfort of summer.
A message caught his attention. He lowered his eyes and looked at the message on his phone.
"Shocking! Many people have died in their sleep recently, and the cause is unknown. Experts said so."
Xiao Mu usually doesn't read this kind of information, but the content of this information made him feel slightly connected to Song Jiu.
Click in and it will be a post to attract traffic to the novel.
"Heh, let me tell you, how could such a coincidence happen?"
The dull hot wind blew on Xiao Mu's body, making him feel even more irritated, and he couldn't help but think back to the phone call last night.
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of heavy objects collapsing came from the basement, and I followed the direction of the sound.
The solid wooden stairs lead to the basement, and a blood-red door is embedded in the wall, giving off a chilling atmosphere.
Crunch!
Crunch!
The stairs, which were in disrepair, let out an overwhelmed wail as they walked toward the basement step by step.
Putting your hand on the door handle, the coldness spread all over your body, no longer feeling the heat of summer.
The shuddering breath slowed down my movements. At this moment, I no longer wanted to explore what happened in the basement, I just wanted to run away.
Boom!
Boom!
A huge force hit the door, and something was about to break out.
The door was opened little by little, and a slimy piece of meat tried to get out from behind the door.
The gap is getting bigger and bigger, and the lump of flesh is trying to reorganize, and the yellow-green mucus exudes a sweet smell.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
A voice came from behind the door.
"Didn't I tell you not to sleep? Wake up quickly and find a way to save me."
The strange piece of flesh was pulled backwards by a huge force.
The meat block was obviously unwilling to give up. It held the door tightly, and part of its body formed a tentacle to try to pull Xiao Mu behind the door.
My arm felt warm, and the yellow-green tentacles were tightly wrapped around it.
An invisible force bound him here, unable to make any movement and he could only watch himself being pulled towards the door by the tentacles.
"Damn it, why don't you come back and try again."
Song Jiu's clear voice sounded from behind the door again.
The tentacles moved away and retracted as if in pain, and Song Jiu's voice came from behind the door again.
"Remember, stay away from the door in your dreams."
As the door closed, Xiao Mu's consciousness gradually became clearer.
"Ahhh!"
Snap!
Snap!
Chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar room and said to himself:
"What the hell is this place?"
He walked to the door in a familiar manner and opened the anti-theft door that had become rusty due to time.
"Why am I so familiar!"
The moment the door opened, countless eyes focused on him.
The moment he locked the door, the sight focused on Xiao Mu disappeared.
Looking back, a world full of doors appeared in front of him, and a crowded flow of people passed in front of Xiao Mu.
Gray mist enveloped their bodies, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
Every time countless figures passed by without stopping, a door attracted him and made him come here.
He walked into the crowd and followed the flow of people towards the door. Lu Zeyu and Wei Xiaxia followed Xiao Mu and watched Xiao Mu walk into the door.
Inside the door was a doll that was exactly the same as Xiao Mu. Xiao Mu's body began to age rapidly. A white ball of light was taken out and flew towards the door.
The moment the doll stood up, Wei Xiaxia finally remembered who this doll was.
"waiter!"
The waiter in the apartment who always wore a weird smile on his face came out like this. There were so many people outside the door. How many people did this monster kill?
Lu Zeyu saw Zhai Jianmu coming from the figure, grabbing Wei Xiaxia and walking toward the door deep inside.
