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Chapter 39 039. All evil people

Qiao Mu turned on the chandelier in the bathroom and saw a toilet that despite careful cleaning could not hide the traces of use over the years, a wash basin full of scratches, a mirror with peeling glass glue on the edge and yellowing, and an old-style rusty stain that was easy to leak. shower head.

Tick-tock——

A drop of turbid liquid dripped from the faucet and splashed into the sink, blooming like blood.

Qiao Mu tightened the faucet hard and found that it seemed to be the limit now and could not be tightened any further.

[Don't worry, this isn't the most troublesome thing in this room, at least not yet. 】

Another drop of turbid liquid followed the red words and spread on the bottom of the sink.

Qiao Mu left the bathroom, walked through the narrow corridor, and opened the bedroom door.

A little brighter.

In order to make the bedroom more spacious, the decorators smashed open the balcony and bedroom walls so that the neon lights from the opposite buildings at night could penetrate through and shine on the bed, casting a bloody red glow.

Qiao Mu turned on the fluorescent lamp. The blood redness dimmed a bit, but it still did not fade away.

A 1.5-meter single bed, a wood-coated table, a butt-hugging stainless steel chair, and a wardrobe that creaks when the door is opened. This is all the furniture.

The only thing that seemed out of place was a simple painting that could be purchased online for more than a dozen yuan hanging above the bed, and it was hung crookedly, not aligned with the bed.

How could Qiao Mu with his severe obsessive-compulsive disorder endure this.

He immediately came to the bedside and took down the painting.

Then, Qiao Mu saw a large pool of stains on the wall covered by the painting.

The stain seemed to seep from the next door and snaked on the wall, forming a terrifying pattern like a bat.

Looking closer, Qiao Mu felt that the stain was like some kind of turbid oil that was barely dry.

He reached out and touched lightly.

But there was only the touch of the dry wall, and the feeling of almost dripping oil suddenly disappeared.

[Are you curious what this is? I suggest you ask the people next door. Of course, asking about this puddle is also a way, hahaha! 】

The manic bloody words seeped out from the cracks in the wall and gradually covered the stain, as if recreating how it was created.

Makes you feel physiologically uncomfortable.

Qiao Mu put the painting aside.

It was completely dark outside.

Dong dong dong——

The sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat on a chopping board came from upstairs or downstairs.

Qiao Mu went out with a flashlight, stood in the corridor, listened carefully, and found that the nightlife in this building was quite rich.

From the distance came the sound of burning incense and chanting Buddha's name, the sizzling sound of food being thrown into the hot oil pan, and the miserable cries and yells of children.

He climbed up one level and saw an open house with only a screen door ajar. The smell of cigarettes filled the air. Several people were sitting around playing mahjong, and the sound of playing tiles was crackling.

Noticing Qiao Mu's gaze, the people at the table suddenly stopped.

They were just frozen in place, and some of them were holding a card in their hands.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Qiao Mu.

Even the man with his back to him twisted his neck and looked at Qiao Mu horrifyingly from an angle that was not quite humanly possible.

Although no one spoke, Qiao Mu felt as if some kind of subtle whisper was echoing in his ears, inducing him to try his luck at the gambling table, maybe he could make a fortune.

【Do you want to try it? You have to think clearly, once you get on the gambling table, the chips used for gambling are not just your money! 】

Blood-colored words continued to bubble up from the bodies of the people at the table.

It's a pity that Qiao Mu can't play mahjong, so he can only decline the invitation silently.

"Isn't the composition of this building a bit complicated?"

Qiao Mu didn't know whether this was a mixture of dragons and snakes in the original apartment, or whether these strange things appeared after this place became an anomaly or the stage of the Chosen Game.

Originally, he thought the cause of the fire was probably something strange in the building.

Now it seems.

There seem to be a lot of monsters and monsters in this building?

All of them are evil people.

Some incidents are difficult to investigate because there are no clues, while other incidents are difficult to investigate because they are just like a ball of yarn played by a cat, full of threads.

The night in the corridor became darker. It was obvious that the sunset was only a few minutes ago, but now the night sky was as deep and deep as an obsidian, as if it was already late at night.

Qiao Mu heard a quarrel coming from downstairs, mixed in with the white noise of all kinds of trivial life, but no one went to check.

Turning around, he was about to go downstairs to take a look at the excitement, but something unexpected in his sight made Qiao Mu stop in place after turning his head.

He looked back slowly.

At the end of the corridor on this floor, where the door of Room 505 should theoretically be, there is no door.

There is only a shabby Buddhist altar.

In the Buddhist niche, there is a half-lying black Buddha statue.

The corners of the Buddha statue's mouth were outlined with a smile, seeming to be mocking everything.

This scene was exactly the same as what Qiao Mu had seen in his hallucination before.

He took a breath.

The next moment, the face of the Buddha statue moved towards the outside of the corridor.

No.

That was not the face of the Buddha statue, but a dark face hidden behind the curtain.

A long dark blue linen hood covered the man's face, and the gown kept dragging and hanging to the ground.

Only then did Qiao Mu realize that this man was much taller than the average person, especially his legs hidden under his gown, which looked like he was walking on stilts.

He was holding a worn-out oil-paper umbrella and was swaying as he walked, as if he might fall down at any time.

Behind this man, one after another, there are several people dressed similarly to him, following suit from the void.

Qiao Mu smelled a rotten smell, like wood that had been soaked in water for a long time, damp, fishy, ​​and dull.

The tattered oil-paper umbrellas, the silent corridor, the swaying figures passing through, even the moonlight was dimmed.

Qiao Mu got out of the way and stood against the wall, staring at these strange beings passing by.

[Those who are looking for dead souls, don’t block their way, otherwise you will be the scapegoat! 】

The red words rose like mist from those who passed by.

As this group of people passed through the corridor, the crying, yelling, and mahjong sounds all disappeared.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, as if as long as these beings were aware of their existence, they would be seduced to death and fall into the abyss.

Qiao Mu breathed slowly.

Suddenly, the tall man who was walking past Qiao Mu stopped.

Accompanied by a rustling sound.

All the people in the corridor stopped, oil-paper umbrellas swayed, and the faces hidden by hoods faced Qiao Mu.

The person closest to him suddenly came closer, as if looking for something.

Qiao Mu looked at the other person's face hidden behind the curtain, feeling as if he had seen something, but also as if everything was just an illusion.

The man didn't do anything in the end, he just slowly retracted his body and continued to move forward.

Watching the group of people walking downstairs, Qiao Mu saw that where they passed, there were traces of moisture that were dragged out, like a drowning person moving slowly towards the shore.

On the traces, words like blood floated faintly.

[Aha, they found their target! It's a fresh corpse! 】

"Someone died?"

Qiao Mu noticed that the subtle smell of blood filling the air seemed not an illusion.