At this time, an old face gradually emerged from the depths of the green fungus blanket facing the front of the door that Liu Sanhei mistakenly thought was wallpaper.

This is the face of an old woman, she opened her mouth in vain, and a terrifying expression appeared on her face. The old man was sealed on the wall, and beside her, the wall was like the rippling water surface, and two men and women gradually appeared.

Liu Sanhei did not see this terrifying scene. This was his luck and his misfortune.

Driven by greedy intention, he took out the lock-opening tool and opened the door of another room.

This is the door of a child. The moment the room was pushed open, a cold wind blew over.

Liu Sanhei was stunned and he saw someone.

To be precise, a child.

In this room, a little girl was kneeling on the ground, with her back facing Liu Sanhei, and was painting on the ground.

Liu Sanhei's foreleg involuntarily took a step forward. A graffiti painting was blown up by the wind and floated up from the ground. Suddenly, several more paintings floated up from the ground, almost blocking his sight.

He reached out and found that the building was painted, and under the black moon, it turned into a huge monster full of tentacles, eyeballs, scales, and foams.

Click!

Liu Sanhei glanced at the front, and the little girl who was originally not far ahead was gone.

Wait, something moves under your body.

Because of height, light, and angle, he didn't notice it for a while.

At this moment, he discovered that it should be the little girl just now.

He lowered his head and met the little girl's eyes.

It was this glance that made him lose his soul and almost lose control. His whole face was distorted and deformed, and he let out a scream and fell out of the room.

He saw the little girl's face, which was a cute and delicate little face. Anyone who saw it at first glance could tell that this was a quiet and well-behaved child.

She was wearing a red dress, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and innocently raised her head toward her and stared at Liu Sanhei.

But, her eyes, something was wrong.

Liu Sanhei could not describe the little girl's eyes, and that was definitely not a situation that could be described by writing.

The little girl's eyes were empty, her eyes disappeared, and her empty eyes were wide open, like two human mouths, but there was no part of her lips, and the edges of her eyes were covered with fine teeth.

And deep in the black eye hole, there were maggot-like granulations moving out little by little.

Liu Sanhei screamed and crawled out of the room with both hands and feet.

He turned around and ran towards the door with all his might.

Liu Sanhei suddenly opened the door and escaped. He closed the door tightly, stuck his whole body to the door, and finally took a breath.

Cold sweat made his underwear soak, and the cold wind blew from the corridor, immersing him in an indescribable horror.

And behind him, in the rental house with Room 403 written on it, the little girl's door was closed tightly.

The entire narrow room, the walls and ceiling were moving like flesh walls, and the flesh walls were squirming up and down, left and right, like a big mouth that swallowed the little girl. It was not until a few minutes later that the change ended.

There is also a little girl's shadow on the green wall.

On the other hand, the thief Liu Sanhei, who fled outside, did not realize that he was not out of danger.

Instead, he forced himself into a more dangerous situation.

Wait, what exactly I saw just now, is it true that there are ghosts in this world?

He couldn't help but think of the scene he had just seen and the few graffiti he found on the wall.

“Room 403.”

He raised his head and found that the door sign was written on Room 403 with several lines of dust-covered gold fonts.

Liu Sanhei glanced at the corridor. It was an old floor. There were only a few families on each floor, sharing a corridor and a staircase on his right hand.

He is now leaning against Room 403, and if he wants to go downstairs, he must now go out through the stairs.

(Damn it! All the tools are thrown into the house. Could it be that I want to go in and get them... No, there may be ghosts in this house.)

No matter how brave Liu Sanhei was, he was still very scared after what had happened just now. Even if someone else took him the courage, he would not dare to go into the house to find his bag.

Without tools, he couldn't unlock the lock, nor did he slide down the downspout from the floor.

Unless, he chooses to go downstairs. But if he chooses this way, he may be photographed by the camera.

...No, no, no, when are you still thinking about this? Let’s talk about it first.

He took a step and suddenly, stopped again.

The little girl's graffiti appeared in Liu Sanhei's mind. To be precise, it was the second graffiti, which was an open door, and there was a house owner like a monster in the door.

But after thinking about it carefully, the number of that door happened to be Room 402.

...In other words, it is the rental house in front of you.

Room 402, the gate on the right hand side in front of him, is now tightly closed, but for Liu Sanhei now, it is undoubtedly an existence that is almost like a gate of hell.

This also caused him to dare not take a step forward.

Because he had an unknown premonition that if he moved randomly, he would bring about a great crisis.

However, he couldn't stay in the corridor all the time.

"No, as long as you stay until morning, the monsters and monsters will disappear in the morning."

Liu Sanhei didn't dare to walk around, but he thought that the problem would disappear as soon as it was morning. After all, ghosts would not move in broad daylight.

He calmed down and was about to give himself a look.

However, he lit the lighter several times, but he couldn't get the cigarette on his hand to light up.

"Damn it, is there something wrong with the lighter?"

Liu Sanhei was extremely angry. He lit the cigarette again. This time the cigarette was really lit up, and a little spark came out, but the next second, a drop of liquid dripped from it, extinguishing the spark in the blink of an eye.

What to do, what to do...?!

The last word "ghost" was not spoken out, because when Liu Sanhei raised his head and looked towards the ceiling, an extremely horrifying scene appeared at this moment.

The ceiling above his head and the exhaust pipes were covered with a layer of velvet-like green moss biomass. In addition to the substances of these bacterial blankets, some tentacles like pipes pulsating from the depths of the bacterial blankets, just as if the flesh and blood of huge creatures were undergoing peristaltic pace, and these pipes were like venous arteries.
Chapter completed!