Fang Qin followed the man in front of her and walked towards the center of the hall on the third floor, but as she walked, a strange feeling came from her heart.

There seemed to be something wrong, but for a while she couldn't place it.

The surrounding environment was as gloomy and dark as ever, and the patter of footsteps on the marble floor could be clearly heard.

As the two of them got closer to the center of the hall, Fang Qin's feeling of uneasiness became stronger.

What exactly went wrong?

Her eyes quickly scanned the broken tables and chairs around her, as well as the half-opened and half-closed wooden doors around the hall.

She was vigilantly guarding against possible changes in the darkness, but everything around her was quiet, as if all the tension and uneasiness were her illusions.

Finally, Fang Qin's inner anxiety reached its peak. She took the lead to stop and said to the man who was still walking forward: "Stop first, don't you think the atmosphere here is a bit abnormal."

The man had no intention of stopping and continued to move forward. He just said without looking back: "Of course it's not normal. How can the atmosphere in an abandoned mental hospital's inpatient building in the middle of the night be normal?"

Fang Qin frowned slightly and continued: "That's not what I meant. I feel very depressed, as if something is about to come out. Stop first and don't go forward."

Her tone was slightly hesitant when she said the first half of the sentence, but soon she found that the man walking in front of her had no intention of stopping, but walked forward a few meters while the two were talking, so she hurriedly spoke

I want to call him to stop.

However, the man ignored Fang Qin's slightly anxious voice and continued to step forward on his own. He turned his back to Fang Qin and said again: "Why stop? Since we are here, let's just go to the end.

"

At this time, Fang Qin finally realized where the abnormality she had just noticed came from. It was not the creepy and gloomy environment around her, but the man who had been walking in front of him.

His pace has always been steady and even, moving forward unhurriedly, and except for his legs that moved at a steady pace, his upper body seemed to have not made the slightest movement for a long time.

Even the right hand holding the lighter was always raised forward at a fixed height. This posture had lasted for several minutes.

Under normal circumstances, maintaining a movement for several minutes would not be a big problem, but at this time in this crisis-ridden hospital, Fang Qin had to pay careful attention to his feet and surroundings every time he took a step forward, and the man seemed to be like a statue.

It seems a bit weird to move forward like a stone sculpture.

At this time, under Fang Qin's special gaze, even the sparks produced by the lighter in the opponent's hand seemed to be frozen. There was no flickering and shaking that normal flames should have, but instead it was like a glowing ruby ​​embedded in his body.

in hand.

"Chu Feng, stop."

Just when Fang Qin realized that something was wrong with the other party, the man who was still moving forward at a steady speed had opened a distance of more than ten meters from her.

In desperation, Xia Qin shouted out the other person's name, hoping to make him stop first.

Perhaps this shouting had an effect, and the man finally stopped moving forward.

However, the area of ​​the hall on the third floor was much smaller than that on the first floor. In just tens of seconds, the man was already very close to the wall on the other side of the hall.

At this time, from Fang Qin's perspective, the man had his back to her, facing the wall covered with ugly cracked wallpaper, standing silently.

There was a distance of more than ten meters between the two people, and the weak light from the lighter was not enough to provide a good line of sight, so Fang Qin could only see a blurry figure of his back at this time.

"Turn around."

Realizing what had happened to the man, Fang Qin didn't

You rashly stepped forward to approach him, but still kept a sufficient distance and spoke in a commanding tone.

However, the man standing facing the wall ignored Fang Qin's words and still stood there silently.

Under the dim light from the lighter, Fang Qin could barely see that the other party's left hand, which had been hanging low, seemed to be raised and gently caressed the wall in front of him.

This weird behavior made Fang Qin feel bad. At this moment, she didn't care about being on guard, and subconsciously stepped forward to pull the man away from the wall, as if if she slowed down for a second, he would be swallowed by the wall in front of her.

But not only was he aware of Fang Qin's intention, he also had other ideas. Just as Fang Qin was about to take a thousand steps, the man gently released his right hand that had been holding the lighter.

The next second, the lighter quietly fell from his hand and hit the hard marble floor with a soft splat.

The half-frozen flame finally flickered violently, and then went out.

In just a short moment, the hall fell into darkness again.

Due to this sudden change, Fang Qin temporarily stopped his plan to step forward and stood there waiting for his eyes to adapt to the darkness.

After just a few seconds, she could barely distinguish some blurry outlines in the dark hall.

But at this moment, she was looking forward, and there was no figure of a man anywhere on the dark wall.

Fang Qin, who realized what was going on, did not immediately call out his companion's name anxiously, but quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and pulled the bolt.

Then she held the gun in both hands and looked around cautiously in the darkness.

The visible range of his eyes was limited, and Fang Qin held his breath and listened to all the sounds around him. In such a silent and dark environment, hearing was sometimes more reliable than vision.

As time passed, silence remained in the hall.

However, just when Fang Qin relaxed slightly, a very slight rustling sound suddenly appeared.

There was a scratching sound as if something was crawling on the floor. And the sound was not far from where Fang Qin was standing.

What is it?

Fang Qin became wary. She held her breath and tried to identify the source of the sound.

Salsa… Salsa…

Salsa… salsa salsa….

The frequency of the sound is getting faster and faster, and the source of the sound is sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, as if the thing is making high-speed and irregular movements throughout the hall.

A drop of cold sweat slipped quietly from Fang Qin's forehead. At this time, she did not feel scared or uneasy, but was in a state of high mental tension and excitement.

As the rustling sound became faster and faster, Fang Qin could vaguely discern the movement trajectory of the thing through his hearing.

The next moment, she was no longer still, but holding the gun in both hands, she was rapidly changing the direction of the gun in the hall seemingly aimlessly.

I wonder if the thing in the dark feels the threat posed by the cold muzzle, and the strange noise produced by the high-speed crawling and rubbing against the walls and floors is getting faster and faster.

Finally, Fang Qin, who kept turning the muzzle of the gun in response to the sound, frowned, and without warning, suddenly pulled the trigger toward the wall in front of him on the left.

The gunshot rang out, and the next moment there was the sound of a bullet penetrating something.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill howl of "squeak" came from the dark hall. The sound was like a wounded beast or the cry of a baby, which was particularly penetrating in the eerie and silent environment.

Fang Qin didn't care at all what she hit. As soon as she confirmed that she hit the target, she quickly pulled the trigger again and fired the second bullet.

However, just now

At the same time as she fired the second shot, a whooshing sound suddenly sounded diagonally in front of her. This was followed by the dull sound of bullets hitting the wall.

Avoided?

Fang Qin frowned again.

The sound of breaking through the air just now should be the target bouncing to dodge her second shot, she made a quick judgment in her mind.

This time, the thing seemed to understand that its rapid movement would not confuse and frighten it, but would reveal its position. After a quick jump to dodge, it remained still and lurked in the darkness.

At this time, Fang Qin became anxious. On the one hand, maintaining a high alert state for a long time made her feel a little tired. On the other hand, she was still worried about the safety of her companions.

After a few seconds of silence, Fang Qin lowered his gun-holding hands slightly, relaxed his tense arms, and said in the darkness: "Don't you dare to come out? Or do you only dare to attack some people who don't fight back?"

A woman of strength?”

She didn't know who or what was lurking in the darkness, and of course she couldn't be sure if the other person was a serial killer who killed three women in succession.

I just said this to stimulate him and make him reveal his position.

However, the provocative words had no effect at all. Long after her words fell, the surroundings were still silent.

The other party made no move, but Fang Qin became more and more anxious.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed down her emotions, simply closed her eyes, and replayed the final sound of the thing breaking through the air in her mind.

Fang Qin judged that his first shot clearly hit the thing, and his position at that time was near the wall ten meters away from his left front.

When the second shot was fired, the target jumped from the spot to dodge, making a sound.

Fang Qin replayed this voice again and again in his mind, trying to determine the enemy's foothold from it.

However, in an environment with limited vision, it is too difficult to identify the location just by a subtle sound.

She closed her eyes tightly and her brain was working rapidly, constantly building a model of the hall on the third floor and analyzing where the thing might jump.

As time passed by, Fang Qin's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

She guessed that the thing should have the ability to climb walls, and based on the length of the jumping sound, she could roughly judge the distance of its displacement.

Then she put herself into the opponent's position. If it were her, after being shot, while dodging the second bullet that followed, she would definitely want to move to a position where it was easier to attack the opponent.

However, while she was closing her eyes and thinking, a thin black shadow was silently sliding down from directly above her head. The appearance of the thing was difficult to distinguish in the dark, and it could only be vaguely seen that it had short limbs, as if it were

The size of a human baby.

At this time, a black silk thread made of more than just some substance stretched out from his waist, and the other end was connected to the ceiling in the center of the hall. As the thread continued to lengthen, this strange short black figure silently descended from a high place.

, getting closer and closer to Fang Qin, who was directly below him.

Fang Qin, who was accustomed to relying on sound to identify her location, obviously didn't realize that this thing could silently approach her, but an instinctive sense of crisis still made her open her eyes at the critical moment and exit her meditative state.

However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt her vision went dark again.

A pair of cold, child-sized hands silently surrounded her head, covering her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qin, who lost his vision, heard a series of eerie baby voices ringing in his ears.
Chapter completed!