Cheng Wen sat on a chair in the rental house, his feet kept stepping on the floor, and the vibration of the soles of his shoes rolled up the ashes on the ground.

The orange cigarette butt firelight was the only light source in the whole room. Cheng Wen was anxiously swallowing the clouds and mist, and from time to time he stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips.

"Why haven't you come up yet?"

Cheng Wen murmured to himself, reached under the chair, pulled out the steel baseball bat, and walked to the door to see where Cheng Wu was

Before he could reach the door, a knock on the door sounded.

Here comes,

Cheng Wen was delighted, bent his legs, put his eyes to the cat's eye, and looked outside through the glass door mirror.

In the door mirror, nothing can be seen except a red spot.

?

Cheng Wen blinked and then leaned over to peek at the cat's eyes, but there was still only one red one.

Did the red lucky paper from the Spring Festival paste outside the door?

Cheng Wen was not sure of his memory, and hesitated and said softly to the door, "Is Cheng Wu you?"

No response.

Cheng Wen licked his dry lips and held the steel baseball bat in his hand tightly. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the sound of cloth shoes rubbing against the cement floor outside the door.

Brush and pull, brush and pull.

The steps were not heavy, but extremely slow, making it easy to outline the image of an elderly woman with her back bent and staggering back and forth outside the door.

Cheng Wen raised his voice a little, "Cheng Wu?"

There was no response, but the old woman's old and loud voice rang outside the door, "Two pillars, two pillars? Is it you?"

"...this old lady."

Cheng Wen cursed in his heart, worried that the old woman would be too noisy and wake up the other residents in the building. He could only hold the baseball bat in the corner outside the door and push open the security door with his hand.

The door opened, and an old woman with white hair, an old-fashioned appearance, and a curved back stood in the corridor, holding a cloth bag tightly in her hand.

"Two pillars, where are the two pillars?"

When Cheng Wen saw the bulging bag in the old woman's hands, his eyes widened and said hurriedly: "The second pillar is inside, grandma, come in first."

“Oh, OK.”

The old woman nodded slowly and raised her feet.

Pick.

Outside the security door, the sound of heavy objects falling came.

Gululu.

An irregular sphere fell on the concrete floor of the corridor outside Cheng Wen's house and kept rolling.

Through the moonlight, Cheng Wen saw clearly what the sphere was.

Head.

Cheng Wu's head.

Cheng Wen is most familiar with the appearance of his twin brother.

But at this time, Cheng Wu's head opened his eyes to the limit, and the red eyes covered with bloodshot were full of endless fear, his mouth wide open, as if he was about to scream but could not make a sound.

From the broken neck, one or two streams of blood were spurted out from the blood vessels from time to time.

Scream, Scream.

Cheng Wen instantly understood what the red one he saw in the cat's eyes just now - the bloody eyes of Cheng Wu's head stuck outside the security door.

He felt his scalp numb, and he fought with two wars. He looked at the old woman who seemed to be smiling and wanted to scream loudly, but his vocal cords were like rusty conveyor belts, motionless.

The courage and ruthlessness of the weekdays, and bullying the weak, at this time, turned into the most primitive and essential cowardice and fear.

He hurriedly closed the security door and locked it with great effort.

Picking up the steel baseball bat placed in the corner of the wall, Cheng Wen took two steps back and screamed loudly: "Help! It's a fire! It's a fire!"

Calls for help in the middle of the night often do not receive help from neighbors, and shouting about fires can attract all nearby residents.

Cheng Wen held the baseball bat and shouted loudly, but he did not hear the footsteps of the residents coming from the corridor. The whole building seemed to be in absolute silence, silent.

He forced himself to calm down, stared at the door, slowly retreated, grabbed the cell phone on the guest table, and called the police.

As a gangster, he often forces ordinary people to call the police on weekdays, but now, Cheng Wen, who is in a panic, has to use this call as the only life-saving straw.

Dou, Dou, Dou.

The phone was quickly connected, and Cheng Wen shouted to the phone: "Hey?! This is quiet..."

"Gee, gee."

A narrow and slow laughter came from the other end of the phone, interrupting Cheng Wen's words.

"Hehe, hehe, good grandson, help grandma open the door."

The old woman's voice rang on the phone, and Cheng Wen threw away his phone in a conditioned reflex, as if his palm was burned by the high temperature steam on Baidu.

What's going on?!

Cheng Wen didn't dare to gasp loudly. He rushed to one end of the living room quietly, opened the window and looked down.

The height gap of more than 20 meters made him dizzy - this residential building still retains the rough-grained walls of the last century, and there is only a narrow space with less than a palm on the edge of the window, which is extremely difficult for people to climb.

Outside the security door, the gentle knocking sound gradually changed without realizing it.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

It was like an iron sledgehammer hitting the security door.

The steel-shaped door body was smashed into a depression, and a ray of moonlight leaked in from the gap beside the door and sprinkled on the ground covered with ashes.

The pain of the twin brothers who died was completely diluted by the fear of death,

Cheng Wen hesitated for a moment, inserted the steel baseball bat on the belt around his waist, bent down, and climbed onto the windowsill.

He twisted his palms hard, climbed onto the raised windowsill, his upper body against the edge of the windowsill, and his lower body slowly reached outside the building.

His feet naturally drooped, and Cheng Wen struggled to balance his body, trying to make his legs swing left and right to fit the edge of the windowsill downstairs.

While he was struggling, the death-threatening knock on the door suddenly stopped, and the world returned to silence.

Cheng Wen stopped climbing downwards. He seemed to feel something and stared at the door that was smashed into pieces.

Click—

One palm, flat as if it were a piece of paper, reached into the crack of the door,

Then there are arms, head, neck, upper body, and lower body.

The old woman bent one hand in front and the other behind, with a strange smile on her face, and like a piece of paper, she came in diagonally through the crack of the door.

Because she maintained a tilted posture, Cheng Wen could only see half of her face.

The wrinkled skin was extremely "transparent", with clear lines on it, and then the moonlight could see all the fine blood vessels distributed therein.

Cheng Wen suddenly remembered the trick he had seen in his childhood, which was shadow puppet and shadow puppet.

"Grandson, where are you?"

The old woman, who was like paper, slowly turned around, maintaining a horizontal position, and showed a half-faced smile to Cheng Wen, "Ah, so you are here."
Chapter completed!