Pollution throughout the territory

Since Xia Ren's description was probably related to the infected body, Liu Xiuxiu was more cautious and carried his black box on his back.

It was still morning, and they walked through the dust to the sixth floor. Standing between the two doors, they felt a chill.

Different from last night, through the light from the window at the corner of the stairs, the view here was much clearer, and Xia Ren was finally able to fully see the situation here.

The two doors are opposite each other and have the same style. They are both very old and have a sense of vicissitudes of time.

Xia Ren came to the door opposite Huang Qiuyuan. A thick layer of dust hung on the door, covering up its original color. There were no paintings on it, and there were only traces of insects on the bottom.

"Is this it?"

Liu Xiuxiu asked.

"Um."

Xia Ren frowned and turned to look at the other door.

The door where Huang Qiuyuan lives has been wiped clean, and there are no paintings on it either.

What he saw last night could not be an hallucination, but when he touched the door with his hand, there was no feeling at all, and there was no prompt from the system, indicating that it was not a containment object, and there was no infected body. If there was one, it would definitely not escape him. perception ability.

Liu Xiuxiu took out a palm-sized circular mechanical device from the black box. It seemed that this was the tool he used to open the door of his house late that night.

He attached the device to the door lock and pressed the button. He didn't know how it worked. With the clicking sound of the mechanical gears, the door opened a gap, and suddenly a turbid air spilled out along the crack of the door.

Xia Ren's frown deepened.

He smelled a hint of blood in the air that could not be ignored.

at the same time.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The sound of children running suddenly sounded again.

Liu Xiuxiu was so shocked that her hands shook, and the mechanical device in her hand moved to the ground. He quickly picked it up and put it back into the black box.

"Is there anyone inside?"

He looked at his watch and saw that the hands were not moving at all.

Xia Ren didn't answer and gently opened the door.

The bright sunlight outside was blocked by the curtains, and when it shone into the house, only a cool glimmer remained.

What appeared in front of Xia Ren and Liu Xiuxiu was a pale scene.

mourning hall.

The word suddenly popped into his mind.

The sofa, TV, coffee table...all the furniture was covered with white cloth, except for the floor.

Unlike outside the house, there was only a thin layer of dust inside. As they opened the door, bits of dust fell into the air and floated everywhere.

Xia Ren covered his mouth and nose, and Liu Xiuxiu followed his example and entered the house together.

The wooden floor has been aged for a long time, and it makes a squeaking sound when stepped on, as if it is overwhelmed.

As soon as they entered the house, the sounds outside seemed to be completely isolated. The house was silent except for the sound of their footsteps.

Xia Ren walked inside and looked around.

Except for the white cloth covering it, everything was normal. The layout of this apartment was the same as that of my own home downstairs. It was clear where the bathroom was and where the kitchen was.

Suddenly, Xia Ren froze.

Liu Xiuxiu behind him didn't react in time and bumped into his back.

"How did you..."

Just as he was about to ask, his eyes looked ahead and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

There was no wind in the room, but the white curtains were swaying gently, and a thin black figure appeared in them.

A pair of small feet were exposed outside the curtains, without shoes.

There was a child hiding behind, as if engaging in a clumsy hide-and-seek, unaware that his position had been exposed.

The running sound just now was probably made by him.

But the question is, how come there are children in this house that has been vacant for who knows how long?

Liu Xiuxiu subconsciously glanced at her watch. At such a close distance, the hands still didn't respond.

A living person?

"Do not be afraid."

Xia Ren's voice came to help him stabilize his mood: "The more scared you are, the more likely you are to be in danger. You must not let your rationality decline."

His words were also comforting himself.

He also didn't notice the information about the infected body, but the thing in front of him was definitely not human.

The terrible thing is that in the system page, his current sanity is only 60, which has dropped by a full 20 points!

You must know that Xia Ren is originally a writer of suspense novels. Compared with ordinary people, he is more resilient to fear, especially after coming into contact with the system. Except for a few incidents at the beginning, there are very few infected bodies that can make him feel afraid. .

What's going on with this kid?

Liu Xiuxiu took out the shotgun from the black box.

The crowbar and earpick were both in Xia Ren's hands. To be on the safe side, he stretched out his tentacles and quickly opened the curtains!

A breeze blew, stirring up a cloud of dust.

There is nothing behind the curtains!

"Where's the child?"

Liu Xiuxiu couldn't help but scream.

"Boom!"

Two small footprints appeared on the floor in front of them.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The footprints ran past them and behind them.

Xia Ren's spine felt cold, his palms were sweaty, and he tightened his grip on the crowbar.

can not see.

This was the first time that he couldn't see the target.

The child slipped away before his eyes.

"Did you just see that?"

He asked Liu Xiuxiu, who had eyes specially made by the Foundation.

The latter was even worse than him, his legs were trembling.

"I can't see anything either..."

Liu Xiuxiu answered with trembling lips.

Xia Ren's eyes darkened.

It seems that I am not a special case.

As a D-class personnel, Liu Xiuxiu has received professional training, and she will never be so frightened when faced with such a scene. You must know that he was a person who was rolled up by his tentacles and could still resist with all his teeth.

This house is very strange and seems to have the ability to affect people's emotions.

Through the mottled windows, they can see the dim sunlight outside. Even during the day, it cannot give them the slightest sense of security.

The set of footprints ran into the bedroom, but the bedroom door was closed.

"If you feel bad, go out first and I'll go check on you alone."

Xia Ren turned his head and said to Liu Xiuxiu.

The latter's eyes flickered, but he still shook his head firmly.

"The Foundation will never retreat!"

He used these words to cheer himself up.

Xia Ren didn't insist anymore and pushed open the bedroom door.

As expected, the bed and wardrobe inside were also covered with white cloth, giving it an inexplicable gloomy atmosphere.

The footprints stretched to the edge of the bed and then disappeared.

The only place to hide is under the bed.

Of course, Xia Ren would not stupidly climb up to the floor to watch. This is a common routine in horror movies. What if he is face to face with a child as soon as he climbs down? Aren't you just trying to scare yourself?

He took the bullet gun from Liu Xiuxiu's hand, pointed it at the bottom of the bed, and shot without hesitation!

The black cotton net blasted out from the other side of the bed with air waves. Xia Ren hurried over to check and took it and found that there was nothing inside.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The sound of running sounded in the living room.

Xia Ren realized that they might have been tricked by each other.

Back in the living room, there were a series of small footprints on the ground, and he went to the bathroom.

Xia Ren was about to rush into the bathroom, but Liu Xiuxiu grabbed the hem of his clothes.

His eyes were dull, fear was evident in his words, and his hand pointed at the door stiffly.

Xia Ren looked in the direction of his finger.

A little boy, about six or seven years old, was standing on the outside of the door, sticking his head out.

His mouth was grinning, his eyes were crooked, and his expression was smiling, but looking at it made people feel a huge sense of disobedience.

Then, he... closed the door from the outside.

"Click."

The door is locked.

The room suddenly became much darker.

Xia Ren saw the side facing the entrance. There was a picture painted with a black brush on the door.