Strange story player

Three o'clock in the morning.

No. 39, Wenshui District.

There is only a small courtyard and a two-story bungalow here. This kind of house is not like being in the city, but more like being in the countryside.

Fan Cheng stood at the door of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and walked into the last residence of Shen Hong and Liu Junyan.

The mischievous [wedding dress] is probably hidden somewhere in this place.

The door to the yard was unlocked, but the door to the bungalow in the yard was locked. He tried pushing it and found that the door could not be opened.

However, since he chose to come here, he was already prepared for everything, whether it was for this place or for himself.

Fan Cheng came in with the intention of not wanting this [delusional clone].

He used his mobile phone to illuminate the door lock, which was a common type of iron lock in rural areas. It was more of a door lock than a theft guard.

Fan Cheng took two steps back and kicked the wooden door shut.

With a sound of "wow--", the door opened.

He took two steps back and shined his phone into the door. It was pitch black inside, and the light from the phone seemed to be swallowed up, unable to shine further.

No one with normal intelligence would go to a place like this to seek death at such a moment.

But he had no choice.

Fan Cheng desperately wanted to change the current situation. He knew that an invisible ghost was following him, and so was Nie Yunzhen.

In this state, even if he rests with everyone tonight, he is still worried that his clone will die in his sleep for no reason.

It's better to make the most of the clone before anything happens.

Fan Cheng took a step forward and walked into the two-story bungalow.

As soon as he entered, he smelled an unpleasant smell. The air in the room smelled like a rotten swamp that had been wetted by rain.

This room is not big, there are hangers on both sides, and there are many large clothes hanging on the two rows of hangers.

When the phone slowly took the photo, Fan Cheng suddenly startled himself!

He saw himself at the end of the hanger!

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a full-length mirror.

As expected, this is where Shen Hong and Liu Junyan live. This kind of ancient clothing store can still take a high-end route if it is opened in the central area of ​​the city. If it is opened in this kind of city, it is actually not developed at all, and it is not even a suburb. In such a remote place, you can only get enough food and clothing at most.

However, after confirming that he was looking in the right place, Fan Cheng's heart began to beat faster.

He couldn't help but panic.

There was something wrong with this place that was visible to the naked eye. The surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel numb. What made him most uneasy was not the mirror, although the mirror often became a prop for evil spirits to haunt.

But what made him feel most uncomfortable in this place was the wide-brimmed clothes hanging on the two rows of hangers on both sides.

Without exception, these clothes are all red, a particularly festive bright red.

Except for the different styles and patterns, you can tell at a glance that these are wedding dresses.

Will the wedding dress that was involved in the accident be among these clothes?

Time passed little by little, and Fan Cheng felt a little thirsty. Although he used the [Delusional Clone] to come over, his body would not be in danger, but he underestimated the impact of fear on him.

It was clear that the ghost had not appeared at all, but he couldn't help but think about what happened in his apartment before tonight.

On his coat rack, a woman's hands and feet emerged from the coat, and the quilt also bulged.

That image has been swirling in his mind, and at this moment, it is even affecting his judgment.

He looked nervously at the two rows of clothes racks on the left and right sides of him.

These bright red wedding dresses made him uneasy, as if they might turn into ghosts at any time, with hands and feet emerging from them...

Thinking of this, he turned around subconsciously, and the light from his cell phone shone on the clothes hanger.

But when he turned his back to the full-length mirror, in the mirror... there was a woman covered in blood standing behind him!

The scarlet nails hung on both sides of his body, and the woman seemed to be attached to his back. She was obviously attached very tightly, but he couldn't feel it at all, and couldn't see it at all!

There was nothing strange in the place illuminated by the light from the mobile phone, which gave Fan Cheng some peace of mind.

When he turned around and was about to check the wedding dresses one by one to find the one with the problem, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pale face on the stairs to the second floor!

Fan Cheng was so frightened that he almost screamed!

Although he was a clone, his reaction was that of himself. He subconsciously rushed to the door and was about to escape. But when he got to the door that was kicked open by him, he changed his mind and thought, didn't he just come here to see ghosts? ?

Who is that pale face?

He plucked up the courage and slapped his face hard. After all, this was a clone. Even if he died, his consciousness could return to his original body. It would be okay...

He kept comforting himself and finally plucked up the courage to walk towards the stairs.

Then he picked up his phone and took a photo.

But as soon as the light of the mobile phone shone on the pale face, he took a breath.

This is not a ghost, this is simply a corpse!

Who is this?

Fan Cheng ran to the corpse in a few steps, squatted carefully on the stairs, looked at the stiff corpse leaning against the corner of the stairs, with a face exposed, and examined it carefully.

So good, so thin! The hands and feet of this corpse were completely withered, as if the flesh and blood had disappeared, leaving only a layer of skin wrapping the bones. The only part that was still full was the face.

This look is similar to Qin Manjiang's state just now...

Judging from this face, the dead man must have been at least fifty years old...

etc!

More than 50 years old, male...at the home of Shen Hong and Liu Junyan...

Could this person be Shen Hong's father?

It stands to reason that he would have died a long time ago, so why didn't he rot?

Could it be that……

suddenly! The withered corpse in front of him stretched out his skinny fingers and grabbed Fan Cheng's wrist tightly!

Fan Cheng was scared to death, but even though he was scared, his subconscious actions were to fight back!

The tall Fan Cheng immediately stood up and kicked the skinny arm that grabbed his wrist.

"Click——" a sound.

The skinny arm was broken off at the sound. Fan Cheng was so happy that he turned around and ran away!

However, when he passed by the full-length mirror, he suddenly saw something extremely terrifying...

A dry palm still grabbed his wrist and didn't let go!

His arm had obviously been kicked off, but his fingers were still holding on to him, and they were still tightening!

Fan Cheng's face changed wildly. He tried desperately to break the palm that tightly held his wrist with his hands, but it had no effect at all. It was too tight...

"Kakaka..."

"ah!"

The severe pain caused sweat to break out on Fan Cheng's forehead. The next moment...

With a sound of "Puff...", his wrist was suddenly pinched off! The flesh and blood exploded instantly, and blood poured out uncontrollably, flowing all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Fan Cheng felt as if the skin of his body was touching a piece of ice.

No...not ice...

More like frozen skin and meat...

He pinched his wrist. Even though he was a clone, he was still in great pain, and he was sweating heavily.

Fan Cheng realized something, and he suddenly turned his head to look at himself in the full-length mirror. In an instant... his pupils shrank, and the color on his face completely faded——

All white.