infinite danger

After the elevator door opened, it took a long time to close it.

Not far away, a sensor lamp lighted up faintly, and the pale light was projected on the glass window, which looked a little mysterious.

The corridors are very quiet, and the doors of every classroom are tightly closed.

The wind was strong, pouring in from outside the damaged glass curtain wall, and rolled up an old newspaper on the ground.

Originally, I thought that when I looked up, I would see unexpected guests waiting for me, but I didn't expect it to be "calm and calm".

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

The calmer you are, the less you can take it lightly.

Frowning slightly, Ji Siwei pressed the close button.

The door close button glowed under his fingertips, but the elevator door remained motionless.

"It's useless. After the elevator stops, you have only two ways to continue going up."

The puppet bear seemed a little nervous, and lowered his voice subconsciously. He didn't realize that his voice became even scarier because of this: "The first method is to kill or defeat the defenders, and the second method is to survive Three 10 minutes, three 10 minutes later, the elevator will start again."

Looking ahead vigilantly, Ji Siwei asked softly, "Have you seen the guard on the second floor?"

The puppet bear wandered here for several years after his death, so he should be familiar with the situation here.

The puppet bear poked its big head out from behind Ji Siwei, looked out of the elevator, and replied after a moment of silence: "Because I have to wait for Shiyun on the first floor, I often stay on the first floor and rarely go upstairs. Saw the watchman on the second floor, but had heard of what it was doing."

Ji Siwei nodded: "All ears."

"It is said that he is very cruel. In recent years, many unlucky people have died in his hands." The puppet bear said: "Almost every year, someone finds an inhuman corpse in a classroom on the second floor, so Students here privately refer to that classroom as the 'cursed classroom'."

Ji Siwei raised his hand to look at his watch. Three minutes had passed, but the tower guard hadn't appeared yet.

After a brief silence, the light of the sensor light flickered slightly and went out.

The wind picked up silently, and the newspapers floating in mid-air made a rustling sound, and moved a lot closer to the direction of the elevator.

The eight-tailed cat pouted its nose, suddenly broke away from Ji Siwei's embrace, and jumped to the ground nimbly.

The long beard trembled slightly, the eight-tailed cat raised a black face as fat as a crayon Shin-chan, and squinted at the puppet bear blocking its way with round green eyes.

The puppet bear trembled from the sharp eyes, and took a step back awkwardly in an extremely uncoordinated posture.

Take another step back.

The puppet bear didn't dare to stop until the bloated puppet clothes were stuck to the cold elevator car.

The female ghost in white at No. [-] Pingning Road also retreated to the side of the puppet bear very wisely.

The surrounding space was finally bigger, and the eight-tailed cat stretched its front feet forward, stretched a stretched waist, and because of this movement, its overly round stomach directly rubbed back and forth on the floor.

After stretching, the eight-tailed cat shook its ears twice, took a few steps in gracefully, turned around and sat on the ground, and licked its paws: "Idiot human beings, trouble is coming."

The little puppet moved its limbs, crawled out of Ji Siwei's pocket, and landed lightly beside the eight-tailed cat.

Ji Siwei looked behind him, and saw the puppet bear, No. [-] Pingning Road female ghost in white, eight-tailed cat, and puppets standing in a row in order of height and size, with a uniform expression of "you can figure it out later" expression.

With so many "companions" standing behind him, Ji Siwei didn't feel any sense of security.

When danger comes, these companions probably won't help him.

The eight-tailed cat has always been a bystander, and the world may suppress its abilities.

Not to mention the female ghost in white. Not only will she not help, but she may also be a potential danger.

Although the puppet bear said it would protect him...but it looks very cowardly.

Among them, the most reliable little puppet will only make a move at the moment when he is facing death.

However, with this group of "companions" behind them, at least they will not be lonely.

Thinking of this, Ji Siwei turned his gaze to the corridor again.

The atmosphere was obviously different.

A fierce evil spirit is approaching.

Danger is at hand.

With a chill in his heart, Ji Siwei gripped his undead crossbow tightly and looked forward intently.

The corridor was still empty, but the old newspaper was only two meters away from the elevator.

When the newspaper was turned over, Ji Siwei saw a touch of red.

There was an ominous air about this seemingly ordinary newspaper.

Without hesitation, Ji Siwei immediately raised the crossbow of the dead, aimed at the newspaper and clicked the trigger!

The undead crossbow swallowed a lot of Yin Qi on the banyan tree school road, and the "bullets" in the magazine were almost overflowing.

As soon as the trigger was moved, a phantom arrow shot out with a cold light, and the hissing sound resounded throughout the corridor.

Just between the lightning and flint, the old newspaper turned outwards, unexpectedly dodging the attack of the undead crossbow.

Before it was too late, the newspaper flickered, and it was already in front of Ji Siwei!

The yellowed newspaper was fully unfolded in mid-air, and several shocking bold characters were printed on half of the page: "The whole story of the clown serial killing incident in Tianwan District".

Below is a very creepy photo of a clown.

The red fluffy curly hair is like a burning cloud, on top of the clown's half-bald head. The clown makeup is painted directly on the face, and the thick foundation is not applied evenly, which makes his skin look like many bumpy bumps .

The clown is wearing a red suit jacket, a bow tie, and two swords with red and white stripes on the handles.

The corner of the drawn red mouth is grinning to the back of the head, and the left eye is painted with the iconic cross of the clown, and the eyes are dark and prey, staring straight at something.

What's even more creepy is that the crazy smile on his face is not due to the clown makeup.

He is indeed smiling.

And the arc of the corner of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger, until two rows of sharp shark teeth are exposed——

The picture of the clown in the newspaper is moving!

There was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and the clown was laughing crazily!

"Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."

There was a strange and low-pitched laughter in the air, which made people's hairs stand on end.

Almost instantly, that big pale face suddenly squeezed out of the newspaper.

The distorted face became more and more three-dimensional, and a pungent and pungent stench filled the air.

The distance was too close, and the undead crossbow could not be fired. Ji Siwei made a decisive decision, grabbed the body of the crossbow and threw it at the clown's head with his backhand.

Ji Siwei used all his strength to hit the clown's head firmly.

The clown was caught off guard, and half of his head, which was exposed to the air, hit the floor hard together with the newspaper. I don't know whether it was because the head was too elastic or what, it bounced twice on the floor like a ball, rolling towards over the wall.

The puppet bear was shown by this wave of operations, patted his chubby palm, and sighed: "Good shot."

The little puppet also clapped his little hands: "Good shot."

The eight-tailed cat snorted: "Good shot."

In order to appear more gregarious, the female ghost in white had no choice but to applaud with everyone.

Ji Siwei... Ji Siwei's mood is a bit complicated.

The newspaper was shaking on the floor, the white smooth bald head was completely squeezed out, followed by a swollen body in a red tuxedo, and legs in colorful horizontal stockings and red pointed boots.

The clown stood up completely from the newspaper, his clothes were soaked in blood, dripping continuously.

There was a red bump on his bald head, bloody hatred in his eyes, but the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger.

The clown tugged at the blood-stained white gloves, stretched his hands backwards, grabbed the double swords on his back, and drew them out.

Under the icy moonlight, the blade of the sword flashed an ominous red light.

Ji Siwei glanced at his watch.

There are still 10 minutes before the elevator starts up again.