I eat candy in the horror world

"It's like secretions, and it's like the juice that comes out of rotten food." Song Xi shook his hand, the thing was still sticking to his fingers.

Jiang Su took out a pack of tissues from his body, pinched his fingers to wipe it, "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

Song Xi obediently responded, and scratched Jiang Su's palm with his fingers. The young man's breathing was a little heavy, his eyes were heavy, and his palm wrapped around Song Xi's hand forcefully.

The space in the room is so big, and I looked back and forth three times, with little gain.

Song Xi finally walked to the chair and shook off his clothes. It was a man's coat with a strong smell of blood.

The blood was mottled and dried up.

The person who can wear this dress should not be tall and very thin.

Carefully put the clothes back on the back of the chair, turned around and saw Jiang Su's brows were solemn, and the tip of his nose twitched slightly.

"What's wrong?" Song Xi approached.

Jiang Su, "It smells."

After speaking, he squatted down and pressed his hands on the floor, as if he was feeling something.

A few seconds later, Jiang Su said to Song Xi, "It came from under the floor."

With the pressure of his hands, the edge of the floorboard was raised.

Jiang Su and Song Xi looked at each other, their fingertips sank into the gap, and they buckled the floor, revealing a small red square iron door.

The iron gate was unlocked and only one person could pass through.

The pitch-black space was dimmed by the light at the entrance, Song Xi stepped on something slippery as soon as his feet hit the ground.

He stomped his feet, and was dragged by Jiang Su to jump over that piece, and stood on a relatively stable place.

"Garbage is everywhere." Jiang Su's falcon-like eyes pierced the darkness, "Most of them are half-digested."

Half of the plastic bottles, torn cloths, plastic bags that are about to melt into a ball, food leftovers... It is not so much a basement as a small garbage disposal plant.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Song Xi's mind, and he subconsciously squeezed Jiang Su's hand tightly, "Will the disappearing garbage be moved here?!"

Jiang Su scanned the surrounding area again. Song Xi's eyesight was limited and he couldn't see the surrounding space, but he could see clearly. The space here was at least as large as all the rooms on the first floor combined.

He carefully sensed his surroundings, made sure there was no danger, and asked Song Xixian to stay where he was for the time being.

The holding hand was separated from the palm, and a picture flashed before Song Xi's eyes. A small hand had also slipped from his hand.

He panicked and chased after him with his fingertips.

Jiang Su hooked his finger childishly and shook, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Song Xi was taken aback, then said dryly, "Be careful."

It was very dark and he couldn't see anything, but Song Xi felt that Jiang Su smiled at him.

Stepping on the garbage, there was a creaking sound. Song Xi counted Jiang Su's steps in his heart, and the sound in his ears became smaller and smaller as he walked away.

In order to reassure Song Xi, Jiang Su would deliberately make a loud noise at intervals, telling him that he was safe.

Darkness closes one's sight and sharpens one's hearing.

Song Xi heard the sound of air flowing, his own breathing, and the sound of knee joints when he moved his feet. He stood upright, his palms were sweating unconsciously, and when he was touched by the cool air, he felt a biting chill.

Soon, the footsteps that went away came back.

Jiang Su's voice quickly moved from far to near, "Someone is coming."

Before Song Xi had time to make a sound, Jiang Su had already jumped on him and closed the floor and the iron door.Immediately afterwards, there was a friction sound from above.

The friction sound increased, and it was suspended above the head.

When Jiang Su held Song Xi's hand, light fell from the hole in the floor directly above again, and a face with all the five senses melted together.

It was exactly what I saw in the bathroom of the funeral parlor.

His lower body was out of shape, and dragged stickily on the floor, slid down the hole, and landed on the ground not far in front of Song Xi.

The stench hit, making people unable to breathe.

Song Xi pinched his nose and leaned against Jiang Su, watching the huge monster pass by.His head was small, but his body was too huge. After landing, his head shrank inward and merged with other parts, forming a puddle of mud.

He kept crawling forward until he completely merged into the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, the crawling sound gradually died down until it disappeared, and Jiang Su crawled into the room with Song Xi.

Looking up, he met a pair of eyes with drooping eyelids and wrinkled corners.

It's the old lady from the dump.

The old lady sat on the chair with the red dress in her hand, her eyes fixed on the hole in the floor.There is nostalgia, paranoia, and reluctance in her eyes.

After about 10 minutes, the old lady went to the hole and covered the floor on the side.

Then he brought the chair over, took out a small sewing kit from his body, and began to sew.

As if afraid of someone breaking in,

Her toes kept tapping on the cracks in the floor, and she muttered, "Baby, you must be tired today, go to sleep, mom will be with you."

The tone sounded like comforting a three-year-old child.

Song Xi and Jiang Su didn't leave, they waited until noon before leaving.Before leaving, the old lady still stayed in that secret room.

Pang Hao, who was waiting outside the door, had already become an ant on a hot pot. Seeing the two people coming out, he hurriedly got up from the ground and ran over.

"How's it going?"

"It was the garbage monster who killed the three Heipi people." Song Xi paused, then glanced at Jiang Su, "The thing in the yellow-haired hunchback is probably him too."

"Not that little boy?" Pang Hao asked unexpectedly.

Song Xi: "Probably not."

But the little boy, the girl who came back from the dead, the fellow, and the three teammates, what roles they play is still unknown.

Too much time was spent in the morning, so the three of them didn't return to the community. They bought some food on the way and went directly to Dong Ming's place.

Dong Ming thought that the three of them ran away with the money from selling the bottles, and they were losing their temper. When he heard the knock on the door, he puffed his cigarette fiercely, and went to open the door aggressively.

"You guys..." Dong Ming, who saw the person who came, completely lost his anger, and smiled a little, "Why is it so late today?"

Song Xi said: "I'm really hungry, I went to have lunch before coming here."

Dong Ming glanced at Song Xi's mouth, then at his stomach, "How much did you sell today?"

Pang Hao, who was in charge of the account, hurriedly took out 120 yuan, "It's all here."

After receiving the money, Dong Ming counted it, which made Pang Hao curl his lips.To put it bluntly, it is to disgust them on purpose.

After collecting the money, Dong Ming said hypocritically, "The weather is so hot, do you want to go in and have a drink?"

Normally, this kind of fake courtesy would be declined politely, but Song Xi said uncharacteristically, "Okay, it just so happens that I have always wanted to visit Mr. Dong's home."

The corner of Dong Ming's mouth twitched, and he invited people into the room.

His house was tidy, the yard was full of birds and flowers, and a few butterflies were sitting on the petals.As soon as Song Xi stretched out his hand, the butterfly flew away.

Dong Ming took the people to the entrance of the living room and asked them to put on shoe covers.

While he was pouring water, Song Xi sneaked around his house. He always felt that Dong Ming and the garbage dump should not be as simple as suppliers and receivers.

The furnishings in this home are clear at a glance, the most eye-catching is an old gramophone, covered with a thin layer of dust.

The style of the gramophone doesn't match the style of the whole house, and there are a few vinyl records on the shelf next to it.

Looking at the backs of people busy making tea in the kitchen, Song Xi picked up the record.

It is a very old English song, the song is too soft and restrained, more like it is for people with a quiet personality, it is very different from Dong Ming's feeling.

It happened that Dong Ming came out, and Song Xi deliberately held up the record and asked him: "These records are hard to buy, can Mr. Dong sell them to me?"

Dong Ming shook his hand, "Who will allow you to touch my things!"

Song Xi put down the record, "Sorry, I was wrong."

Dong Ming put down the tray heavily with a "thump", walked to the phonograph, picked up the touched record and stroked it carefully, as if treating a weak flower or slender grass, with an extremely precious attitude.

Song Xi didn't even open the casing, so it was impossible to cause any damage to the record.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and judged in his heart that if he really loved vinyl records, he would use the phonograph frequently.So what is important to Dong Ming is not the record, but the person who gave him or sold him the record.

Could that man be the junkyard owner's son?

It is precisely because of the old friendship between the two that Dong Ming spared no effort in hiring people to deliver garbage.

"After drinking the water, you go away. I have something else to do, so I won't keep you." Song Xi's behavior angered Dong Ming, and he restrained his anger and issued an order to evict the guests.

As if Song Xi couldn't feel his emotions, he said cheekily, "Mr. Dong, it's too hot outside, let's rest for a while."

After all, he did it for nothing, so he completely offended him where to find such cheap labor.

Dong Ming scolded Song Xiyi in his heart, then said "Let's go after half an hour's rest", turned and went upstairs.

Seeing his back gradually disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Song Xi lowered his eyes in disappointment. He originally wanted to find a chance to touch the second floor to have a look.

Right now, the plan has come to nothing, Song Xi can only drink water from a cup honestly.

Pang Hao looked dazed, moved his butt towards Song Xi's direction, and was about to speak in a low voice when Jiang Su cleared his throat suddenly.Looking up, he found that the other party was winking at him.

Pang Hao turned his head to look at a corner of the ceiling.

There is a black spot in that place that is different from other places, which is a pinhole camera.The cold air climbed up his back, Pang Hao squeezed a cold sweat in his heart, but fortunately he didn't ask anything just now.

Song Xi put the teacup in front of Pang Hao, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

Pang Hao held the cup in both hands, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Dong Ming was suspicious, otherwise what would he do to monitor them?He could even imagine Dong Ming sitting in front of the monitoring screen in his mind.

After half an hour, the three left.

As soon as they left, Dong Ming appeared behind the curtain on the second floor.

He held the curtain with both hands, revealing half of his face and one eye.Song Xi pretended not to know, and pulled Jiang Su away.

The content of the narration this time is [Oh, I should clean up all the damned garbage], in which Dong Ming is the one responsible for cleaning up the garbage, and so is the garbage monster.

The difference is that Dong Ming is only responsible for collecting the garbage and transporting it to the garbage dump, and the garbage monster is responsible for digesting it.

Strictly speaking, the garbage monster is the "person" who finally cleans up the garbage, and Dong Ming is just a link.

If there had been no death incident, Song Xi might have been convinced of this idea, but now that it happened, he felt that "garbage" might not only refer to the waste produced by life, construction, industry, etc.

Will it also refer to those who have done evil deeds and are about to suffer retribution?

Since Dong Ming was involved in transporting the garbage, was Dong Ming also involved before those people were punished?Why did he do this?

Do they have to wait until all the sinners are dead before they can find the exit?

There was the sound of an ambulance directly ahead.

Song Xi was forced to stop thinking when he saw an ambulance with its warning lights on passing by at high speed on the road.After a few steps, you will soon find a noisy residential area.

The gate of the residential area was crowded with people, and there was a pool of blood not far from them.

Song Xi walked over and asked, it was the gardener of the hospital who died.

The old man lives alone and doesn't usually like to talk to people. Today, when he walked to the gate of the community, he suddenly twitched all over his body, and suddenly there was an extra cut on his healthy neck.

Blood was sprayed, all over his clothes and the ground.

Strangely, the speed of the blood flow didn't get smaller and smaller. Instead, it seemed that a hand was constantly squeezing the wound, causing more blood to flow out.

"What is that?" Pang Hao suddenly said.

Song Xi looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a black "worm" crawling towards the crowd.It didn't hurt ordinary people, but squirmed slowly and disappeared.

It seems that this thing will not attack the innocent natives.

Another one died, and the atmosphere in the room between the three was slightly heavy.Back in the community, everyone went out to work, and the whole building seemed very quiet.

Suddenly, there was a curse from upstairs.

Song Xi paused when he opened the door, and immediately rushed upstairs.

The abuse was loud, venting rage and resentment.They climbed up the steps and stopped outside the door of Huang Mao's rented room.

Without roommates, no one can answer the door.

Song Xi patted the door hard for a while, then pulled out a wire to unlock it.As the door opened, a face approached suddenly, almost hitting the tip of Song Xi's nose.

Huang Mao seemed to have misunderstood the person, lying on the ground with a smile, "I finally caught you."

He didn't recognize Song Xi, and reached out to grab him.

Song Xi dodged sharply, stood up and kicked him, knocking him to the ground.

That kick made Pang Hao startled, subconsciously clutching his stomach.Song Xi is completely different from before. He is calm, bold, and capable of killing.

There has also been a change in temperament, no longer gentle and peaceful, once the expression changes, it will be infected with the same hostility as Jiang Su.

Pang Hao thought silently, could this be the picture of husband and wife? ?

"How dare you fucking kick me!" Huang Mao looked ferocious, and got up to search for the tools in his hand. His back was even more bent than before, and that face was no longer hidden under the flesh, but protruded there .

Song Xi clearly saw that face smiled sinisterly at him.

Because of the hunchback, Huang Mao's body was unbalanced and he staggered when he walked.He picked up the ashtray and rushed directly towards Song Xi.

Without saying a word, Jiang Su grabbed the ashtray and threw it at Huang Mao's head.

Huang Mao opened his mouth, his body tilted and he collapsed to the ground.

Pang Hao was dumbfounded, "Dead, dead?" He squatted down and poked Huang Mao's face, pressing the artery on the side of his neck with his fingertips.

After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Alive."

Song Xi took away the bloody ashtray in Jiang Su's hand, and together he lifted him onto the sofa. He asked Jiang Su, "Shall we leave now?"

"Wait for him to wake up." Jiang Su frowned, staring at Huang Mao's hunchback.

This gave Song Xi a bad premonition that the contents of the hunchback would break open and come out in the next second.