I eat candy in the horror world

"Isn't this just looking at photos and telling stories?" Mao Qiang looked at Song Xi, then looked at the photos on the table, and said hesitantly, "But if we don't have the key photos, will we not be able to find out the truth of the matter? ?”

"It depends on luck." Wang Tong stood up and stretched his waist. "I've always had good luck. I bet the photo is still there."

Mao Qiang's first reaction was, "What's the bet?"

Wang Tong cursed an idiot in his heart, he must be a gambler in reality, "The bet is your life."

Mao Qiang: "..."

Uncle Lin thinks more openly, eating is the biggest thing in the world, and only after eating can he have the strength to escape.He waved his hand, "Wait, I'll fry the vegetables."

Uncle Lin is good at cooking, and the aroma of the food is slowly wafting from the kitchen.

After several hours of mental and physical exhaustion, Song Xi was already hungry. He couldn't help swallowing, got up and went to the balcony.

Sitting down in the living room, he was afraid that he would sneak into the kitchen to eat.

Song Xi touched his stomach, sighed in his heart, and went back a few months, he hadn't eaten anything good.Now, he can eat a plate of braised pork until he screams.

The days are too bitter.

He was bitter in his heart haha, he didn't expect there to be more bitter than him.As soon as I looked up, on the balcony of 303 diagonally above, a man in a T-shirt and a man in a suit each brought a bowl of white rice, and served the meal with the tangy aroma of vegetables downstairs.

One of the two couldn't help licking their lips, and the other couldn't help swallowing.

Seeing the young man on the balcony downstairs, the man in the suit nodded politely, "What are you going to eat?"

Song Xi thought for a while, "Scrambled eggs with cucumbers, fried zucchini, and an assorted shrimp."

Uncle Lin was really willing to pay, and all the ingredients were bought from the landlord at a high price. Song Xi secretly decided that he had to ask Uncle Lin to give him a good meal after he went out.

The man in the T-shirt was about to burst into tears when he heard that, "What is heaven and what is hell? They are only one fucking floor apart."

The man in the suit glared at him, afraid that sister Zhen would offend someone when she heard about it, so she hurriedly changed the topic, "The matter you entrusted to us has not progressed yet, but I find it strange that the owner's representative is surprisingly popular. You can talk from door to door.”

"Is it related to her representative status and personality?" Song Xi said.

The man in the suit said: "She is indeed a very nice person. Those who have met her will either nod or greet her with a smile."

Song Xi: "What about Jiang Meili?"

The man in the suit: "I haven't seen her all day, but when I went to the door of her house, I heard a woman crying inside. At that time, we were about to knock on the door, but when we were about to raise our hands, someone came out from inside. It was a bald man. A man with a beer belly."

"It's her husband." Song Xi said.

"That's a quarrel with my husband." The man in the T-shirt murmured, wondering, "But we've been listening outside for at least 5 minutes, and we didn't hear the quarrel."

The man in the suit looked at him with contemptuous eyes of "you have never seen the world" and said, "Have you never heard of cold treatment, cold violence?"

Song Xi kept this matter in his heart, and said with a smile: "Please continue to investigate. The conflict between Jiang Meili and the owner's representative is very important. If you find the answer, you will probably be able to find the exit."

"Fuck!" The man in the T-shirt almost dropped the bowl, "Really?"

Song Xi: "Yeah." Behind him was Jiang Su's voice calling him to eat, and he regretfully said to his two attendants, "I can only stop here, it's time to eat delicious food."

Two people: "..."

After the meal, a group of people sat in various corners of the sofa to digest.Wang Tong took out a silver coin and counted it for himself. The first time, okay, fierce.

He didn't believe in evil, and tossed the coin again.The result is good this time, it is lucky.

Song Xi: "Isn't it good to have one good and one bad?"

When encountering danger, everyone hopes to save the day.Wang Tong also felt bad and threw it for the third time.

No, it's fucking fierce.

Song Xi proposed again: "Three times is unlucky, an odd number. Let's have an even number, six or six will go smoothly, okay?"

Uncle Lin took it for granted: "It makes sense."

Mao Qiang stared at Wang Tong expectantly.

For some reason, Wang Tong looked up at Jiang Su who was sitting opposite him.The young man lowered his brows and eyes, and his expression was flat, as if he looked down on him.

Holding his breath, he tossed the coin three more times.

Fortunately, okay, two lucky, one bad.

Combined with the previous three times, it is just half good and half bad.

It was the sixth time that Wang Tong could find a reason to struggle three times. Resigned to his fate, he put the coins in his pocket, "Don't waste time, let's go out and do some activities."

Jiang Su stood up, "Wait a minute, I'll go to 506 to have a look."

Fang Nannan was the most suspicious person who could take the photo from the snub-nosed man, but they had just experienced the shock of a chainsaw, and they really didn't have the guts to step on another thunderstorm.

Song Xi: "I'm with you."

After Song Xi had spoken, Mao Qiang and Wang Tong didn't want to appear disloyal, so they stood up and said, "There are us."

Jiang Su only looked at Song Xi, "I can do it alone."

Song Xi refused, "You are still injured, why don't I go, I will hide after knocking on the door, and see if she will come to open the door."

Jiang Su: "I'll climb up from outside the wall."

"..." Song Xi was speechless, this project was like reaching the sky for him.

Uncle Lin said: "Let Xiaoying go alone, he moves quickly, and there are few people and movements." He warned, "But you must not act without authorization, and come back as soon as you are sure that the person is there."

Song Xi was like an old mother sending her son off for an expedition, pulling Jiang Su to tidy his clothes, and touching his face, "Be careful."

Jiang Su also imitated the young man, gently touching his face.The face is soft, creamy and feels great to the touch.He squeezed his fingertips together and squeezed the soft flesh on Song Xi's face, "Wait for me to come back."

Mao Qiang interjected, "It's like parting life and death, don't be unlucky to the two big brothers."

Jiang Su turned around and went to the balcony, landed in twos and threes, and walked to the third unit along the flat ground downstairs.Song Xi has never seen anyone who can climb to the sixth floor as quickly as walking on flat ground with the help of a few window sills and an air conditioner without hanging steel wires.

Mao Qiang was stunned for a moment, "Song Xi, your younger brother is a special soldier? His skills are so agile, he has undergone professional training."

"Ang." Song Xi replied vaguely, but he broke into a cold sweat for Jiang Su, praying that he would not slip and fall off.

In the living room of 506, Fang Nannan sat quietly on the sofa. The chainsaw she used to chop people before was placed on the coffee table in front of her.

She raised her head, staring at the electric lights in the living room in a daze.In his hand, he was holding a wooden ball that was not very round, and the file was rubbing against the ball.

Suddenly, as if she realized something, she rushed to the balcony.

Empty, nothing.

She stood there for a long time, her gaze extended from her balcony to the next door, downstairs, and even the open space downstairs... nothing.

She is a suspicious hunter, and she didn't see her prey for a while, maybe because he was good at hiding?But until the sky darkened and night fell, she still didn't see a suspicious figure.

Song Xi took a small stool and put it on the balcony, holding the wall with both hands, and squinted in the direction of 506.

There stood a woman.

Mao Qiang sat cross-legged beside him, "Isn't she tired after standing for so long?"

Song Xi: "You go ask?"

"No, no, no." Mao Qiang murmured, "Since your brother came back, she has stood there for several hours. You see, it's getting dark, and she still doesn't go in."

Fang Nannan stood on the balcony for as long as Song Xi stared outside, he was really tired.

He stooped and went back to the living room with a small stool in his hands, ready to pack up and lie down on the bed.

Neither Wang Tong nor Mao Qiang left. If the team was scattered, they would feel insecure.The two of them occupy a sofa each, planning to sleep together for the night.

The night wasn't very dark at the moment, but after nine o'clock, everyone had no entertainment, and they didn't dare to go out for a stroll. Those in the bedroom and the living room all stared at the ceiling with their eyes open.

As the time passed by, the sound of breathing rose and fell, and Song Xi counted in his heart boredly.

One, two, three, four... 79, eighty... one hundred and six... tick, tick, tick... I don't know when, the sound of counting silently in my heart turned into the sound of the second hand moving.

After Song Xi came to his senses, he sat up immediately.

Something flew by beside the bed, and he immediately turned his head to look over it. There was a person standing outside the window, to be precise, it was just a silhouette.

The outline seemed to have written something on the glass by hand, and then it knocked on the glass.

The two people in the living room and Uncle Lin in the room fell asleep and found that there was light in Song Xi's room. They rushed in and saw Song Xi and Jiang Su standing in front of the window. It makes people feel chills all over.

Uncle Lin approached with his clothes on, his pupils constricted, "This is..."

"Countdown." Wang Tong continued, frowning enough to kill mosquitoes, "She has been here."

Song Xi: "It's very strange. When I saw her, she was clearly outside the window, but the '2' written in blood was inside the glass."

Mao Qiang thought of Zou Xiang back then, and couldn't help trembling, "There's still one more day, don't we have one more day?"

Whether the deadline for answering the question last time was really only three days, everyone does not know, but they have a very clear understanding in their hearts that three days is the deadline for answering the question.

I'm afraid this is the intuition of human beings about death. When death comes, all the senses in the body will be mobilized to perceive the danger, and an affirmative answer that cannot be explained in words will be formed in the brain.

"Calm down." Uncle Lin shouted, "Close the windows first."

Song Xi closed the window, turned around and faced everyone,

His eyes happened to pass through the gap between Jiang Su and Wang Tong's shoulders, and landed on his bedside.

"It's a little wooden man." He raised his finger and everyone looked at the head of the bed.

On the clean and tidy bedside table, there are two wooden figures.The little wooden man was dumbfounded and remained still.

Jiang Su walked over and held them in his hands. With the five senses of a child, it was easy to judge who they corresponded to. One was Jiang Su himself, and the other was Song Xi.

Wang Tong grabbed Mao Qiang and went back to the living room, and saw the little man in the middle of the sofa at a glance.

One with puffy hair is Mao Qiang, and the other with slightly raised cheekbones is Wang Tong.

Uncle Lin also hurried back to the small bedroom next door. There was a small wooden figure on the pillow, and a few strokes were left on the mouth of the small wooden figure, representing a loose beard.

Five people gathered together in the living room holding wooden figurines, Song Xi: "What does this mean?"

Wang Tong: "It's definitely not as simple as a meeting gift or a farewell gift."

Jiang Su glanced at the thing in Song Xi's hand, frowned slightly, grabbed it and threw it out of the balcony, disappearing into the night.

The rest of the people were taken aback when they saw this, and immediately threw the villain out.

It stands to reason that when the wood hits the hard concrete floor below, it should make a crisp sound.But no, there was no sign of anything being thrown except a fleeting moment in the dark.

Mao Qiang started to tremble again, "Really...was it really thrown out?"

After a moment of silence in the air, Jiang Su's voice sounded: "No."

Mao Qiang's face was completely broken, and he ran back to the living room in a hurry. Where he found the wooden figurine, he saw two wooden figurines standing side by side.

He squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, "It's back again, they're back by themselves."

Song Xi returned to the room, and sure enough, there were two wooden figures standing on the bedside table.

Then they tried a few more times, and the result was the same, whether they were thrown out of the building, flushed away in the toilet, or directly burned like Wang Tong did, they would return to their original positions without any damage.

"It's broken!" Uncle Lin cursed and threw the wooden figure into the corner.

Song Xi: "Give it to me."

Looking at the young man's open palm, Jiang Su put his wooden man on it.Song Xi took the two villains and put them together with Uncle Lin's.

Mao Qiang also let himself go with Wang Tong's.

It's scary to place this kind of thing on the bedside, but now it's sitting in a row like this in the corner, and the horror is doubled.Mao Qiang rushed into the bathroom and pulled out some toilet paper, covering them firmly.

Song Xi: "It's even more terrifying..."

Uncle Lin also said: "Like a few dead people standing there."

"..." Mao Qiang, "Well, what should I do? If I don't block things, I always feel that they are staring at me."

When everyone was nervous, Jiang Su seemed more calm. He patted Song Xi on the shoulder and said an inappropriate sentence, "Brother, go to sleep."

Everyone: "..."

Nothing else happened right now, and they couldn't do anything other than be prepared and accumulate energy.

Song Xi said, "Wait a little longer."

It was too quiet tonight, the numbers on the window and the villains that appeared out of thin air all came silently, which did not conform to Fang Nannan's style of doing things.Her violence and weirdness were restrained too quietly this night, like the calm before the storm.

Because of Song Xi's words, the atmosphere fell silent again.

The silent air has become a eloquent communicator, telling everyone that she is coming, she is coming.

bang-

The guardrail in the corridor was hit hard by something.

Everyone sat up straight and looked at the dark security door in unison.

There was a bang and a bang, getting closer and closer.Song Xi approached Jiang Su subconsciously, his muscles tensed, and just as he was about to get up, a wooden ball rolled out of the master bedroom, passed in front of everyone, entered the entrance, and hit the metal frame of the anti-theft door.

The wooden ball quickly rolled back, and it walked back and forth wantonly in front of humans towards a wild beast that intentionally intimidated its prey, but refused to launch a fatal attack for a long time.

At the same time, the banging outside the door stopped suddenly.

Wang Tong: "Leaving?"

"No, it's right at the door." As soon as Jiang Su's words fell, the chainsaw sounded, and the zigzagging sound was against the wall, which could be transmitted from the door all the way into his chest, forcing his heart to pound.

Mao Qiang was startled and frightened, "Is it Fang Nannan? It must be her! What is she trying to do, knock down our door? Then break in?"

Jiang Su glanced at Song Xi, although his eyes were fixed on the door for a moment, his expression was calm.

He curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Since she can put the wooden man in, she naturally doesn't need to pass through the door. Rather than breaking the door, I tend to think that she is urging us to submit the answer in this way."

The real time to break the door should be tomorrow night.

Mao Qiang is confused, but Jiang Su's calmness is like climbing up to see the rope of hope for him.As if grabbing a life-saving straw, his eyes suddenly lit up, "So we won't die tonight, will we?"

Jiang Su didn't make a sound, and acquiesced.

Wang Tong said irritably: "It's really fucking tormenting people, she is a lunatic!" In the past few days, the frequency of his swearing has become higher and higher. .

Uncle Lin tremblingly said: "Then, then we...?"

Song Xi glanced at Jiang Su's drooping eyelids, he was sleepy, he stood up, "Sleep."

Mao Qiang: "Are you sure?"

Not to mention the sound of the chainsaw at the door, the wooden ball was still rolling around on the ground.sleep?Not afraid of nightmares either.

Song Xi: "It's useless for us to stand here, it's better to have a good rest." There was light in his eyes, "Raise your spirits, work hard tomorrow, and you will definitely be able to go out."

Although there were some bluffs when I met people this time, they were generally calm and cooperative, and words of encouragement can only be motivating under such circumstances.

Sure enough, Mao Qiang felt reasonable and full of hope when he heard the words, "You go into the house to sleep, and Wang Tong and I will watch in the living room."

The wooden ball had already run to the edge of the sofa, spinning vigorously around the foot of the sofa.

Perhaps they were too tired, but amidst the sound of chainsaws and rolling, the two of them slowly closed their eyes.

Their eyeballs rolled under their eyelids, now to the left, now to the right, as if sawing something invisible.

The two are indeed engaged in a tug-of-war, and the object of the tug-of-war is the nightmare.

Song Xi was also having nightmares.

His brows were tightly frowned, his lips were pursed, and a wooden figure climbed onto his pillow without everyone knowing.And the other villain belonging to Jiang Su was walking around the bed, as if he didn't know where he was.

Anxiety began to appear on Song Xi's face. He wanted to hold Jiang Su's hand, but he couldn't reach out because he wrapped himself too tightly with the quilt before going to bed.

Finally, he seemed to have caught something, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the living room of 506.

Fang Nannan was sitting in front of the coffee table, her nails were long. Like what Jiang Su told her before, she looked up at the electric lights on the ceiling.

Perceived from the angle, Song Xi thought he was lying on the ground.

He struggled and moved his shoulders to stand up, but couldn't.He tried to move his legs again, but he still couldn't move.

Then he saw Fang Nannan standing up from the ground, picking up a chainsaw that he took out from nowhere.She didn't go to Song Xi, but stood still and turned on the chainsaw, and moved it to her arm.

With a sizzling sound, a piece of bloody flesh fell to the ground.

The second piece, the third piece... Her arm was soon nothing but bones, and finally she moved the chainsaw to her thigh...

The thick smell of blood clogged Song Xi's nasal passages. He felt sick, but he couldn't escape.And as all the pieces of flesh on Fang Nannan's body piled up on the floor, she collapsed.

The beautiful oval face was facing Song Xi, and the straight lips were pulled out in an arc and then gradually opened.

Song Xi felt his heart beating fast and his breathing became difficult.He heard something squirming and sticky, crawling from his feet to his head.

He looked over desperately, and finally caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye.

...it's those chunks of meat!