The door opened in response.
It was pitch dark inside the door, and the outlines of furniture in the living room could be faintly seen.
"This place seems a little different from the last time I came here."
Chu Ping bent down and sneaked into the room quietly.
Different from the last time I came here, Lao Shaotou's home was obviously more chaotic now, and a pungent smell of formalin filled the air.
"The smell is so strong. Is there something dangerous about Old Xie Tou?"
Chu Ping took out his mobile phone and looked at the time.
"Ten past eight, not even midnight, so it shouldn't be too scary."
Just in case, Chu Ping took out the swing stick from his backpack, tried the feel in his hand, and then pinned it on his back with satisfaction.
At the same time, he also took out the flashlight.
Then he looked at the last thing lying in his backpack.
"Sister Jiang, I have to ask you to lie down in there for a while. If I can't bear it anymore, I'll call you again."
Perhaps Chu Ping thought of Jiang Qing's unreliable performance several times before, and then said one more thing.
"If Sister Xu is here, help me tell her too."
Chu Ping did not open the reddish-brown diary, and he was not sure whether Jiang Qing could help him bring the words. All he could say was that Chu Ping was trying his luck.
Chu Ping prepared everything and found the bedroom door according to his previous memory.
When we were in the taxi, the driver showed the live video to Chu Ping, and Chu Ping recognized that the room where Lao Xie was in was his bedroom.
Chu Ping took out the stick from behind his waist with one hand, and turned on the flashlight in the other hand.
Chu Ping's flashlight was an old-fashioned one. It projected a dim light, but it could only illuminate the area in front of him.
"That should be enough."
Chu Ping looked at the small and pitiful light area and comforted himself secretly.
The door was pushed open, and the dim light of an old-fashioned flashlight shone in. The bed in the room was messy, and there were traces of being turned over everywhere. A mobile phone holder fell crookedly on the ground, and a worn-out mobile phone was lying on it. Not far away.
"The mobile phone and the holder are all here... Where did old Xie Tou go?"
Chu Ping took a flashlight and swept around the bedroom. Except for the scattered clothes and beds, there was no sign of Lao Xie Tou at all.
Chu Ping picked up his mobile phone, which was in live broadcast mode.
"This live broadcast room is quite lively."
Chu Ping found an angle where he would not be in the camera and picked up his phone.
"It's moving, it's moving, is the anchor back?"
"Yo - has the anchor finished going to the toilet?"
"Upstairs, please note that the anchor is going to eat."
"Hey, I just came in. What's going on here? It's pitch black. Is there something inappropriate for children being broadcast live?"
"Brother, do you have any goods? Lend me one to talk to."
"What are you waiting for? The same newcomer."
"We're waiting for a head, the kind that can fly."
…
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth as he watched the water friends in the barrage getting more and more deviant.
"If they knew that the flying head was real, I don't know what they would think."
Chu Ping turned off the live broadcast, and then put Lao Xietou's cell phone into his pocket.
"It looks like it's newly bought. It's not safe to put it here. I'll help him put it away first."
The smell of formalin became stronger and stronger, and Chu Ping always felt that something was going to happen.
"The barrage just now said that the anchor went to the bathroom. Did Lao Xie run into the bathroom?"
Chu Ping took a flashlight and scanned the surroundings again, making sure there was no one in the room before leaving.
The bathroom was right next to the bedroom, and Chu Ping found it as soon as he left the bedroom.
"Hey, I didn't notice it last time I came here, but there is a door here."
The bathroom door was slowly opened by Chu Ping. Before Chu Ping could point the flashlight into the bathroom, he saw a man's head appearing in front of him.
Chu Ping was completely unprepared. When the man's head suddenly appeared, Chu Ping's body was still moving forward, and his nose just touched the tip of the head's nose.
The strong smell of formalin stimulated Chu Ping's brain.
The paleness in front of his eyes gradually widened, and blood slowly began to ooze from the bottom of his head and eyes.
Blood and tears flowed out, staining two lines of tear stains.
His mouth was slightly open, and streams of turbid liquid flowed out of his mouth.
"Fuck!" Chu Ping was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the head in front of him that his whole body went cold. He could only feel the cold wind blowing around him, constantly blowing on his back.
"No wonder Old Xie has nightmares... How can ordinary people endure it?"
Chu Ping once again felt a sense of guilt towards Lao Xie Tou.
After the man's head saw Chu Ping, his eyes opened, and his pupils full of whites stared at Chu Ping, and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something.
"Are you going to say something to me?"
Chu Ping didn't dare to get close to the human head. Most people would run away when they saw a flying human head that smelled like formalin. There was no one like Chu Ping who could stand here calmly. .
There was a sound of "Ulu Ulu" coming from the head's mouth, as if something was blocked in his mouth.
"The mouth is blocked?"
Chu Ping carefully touched the head's mouth with the stick, trying to see what was blocking it there.
The mouth opened, and a white tongue hung from it.
"The tongue is all white."
The head looks very weird, with blood and tears flowing out of the white pupils, and a white tongue hanging out of the mouth. The most horrifying thing is that this is a human head, with only a head and no body.
After the tongue was pulled out of the mouth, a large mouthful of turbid liquid followed the tongue and flowed to the ground.
The pungent smell hit his face and almost made Chu Ping stumble.
"Is that a big mouthful of formalin stuck in your mouth?"
The tongue retracted, and the sounds in the human head's mouth seemed to be much clearer.
"I want to go home, I want to go home..."
The sound of the head was hoarse, like someone scratching a glass pane with their fingernails.
"I want to go home, I want to go home..."
The noise made by the human head became louder and louder, and more and more blood and tears flowed from the eyes.
Chu Ping's eyes widened, looking at everything that happened in front of him, he had a very bad feeling in his heart.
"run!"
If you don't run, it will be too late.
Now Chu Ping doesn't care about the whereabouts of old Xie Tou. He should save his own life first.
Chu Ping rushed out of the room, followed closely by the sound of "squeaking" heads behind him.
"Go home, go home..."
The sound of the heads getting louder and louder, heartbreaking.
Chu Ping didn't dare to stop and hurried towards the end of the corridor.
The head flew by, and two lines of blood and tears fell, sprinkling in the corridor.
"Go home, I want to go home..."
The hoarse voice of the head kept urging Chu Ping to run forward, for fear that he would be caught by the opponent if he stopped.
