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But the question is, how can there be children in this house that has been vacant for an unknown amount of time?

Liu Xiuxiu glanced at her watch subconsciously, the pointer still didn't respond at such a close distance.

Is it alive?

"Do not be afraid."

Xia Ren's voice came to help him stabilize his emotions: "The more afraid you are, the more likely you will be in danger. Don't let your sanity drop."

His words were also comforting himself.

He also didn't notice the information of the infected body, but the thing in front of him was definitely not human.

What's worse, on the system page, his current sanity is only [-], which is a drop of [-] points!

You must know that Xia Ren was originally a writer of suspense. Compared with ordinary people, he is more resilient to fear, especially after coming into contact with the system. Except for the first few incidents, there are very few infected bodies that can make him feel afraid.

What's the matter with this kid?

Liu Xiuxiu took out the Xia shotgun from the black box.

The crowbar and the ear pick were held in Xia Ren's hands at the same time. To be on the safe side, he stretched out his tentacles and quickly opened the curtains!

The breeze blows, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Behind the curtains, there was nothing!

"Where's the child?"

Liu Xiuxiu couldn't help crying out.

"Dong dong!"

Two small footprints appeared on the floor in front of them.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

Footprints passed them and ran behind them.

Xia Ren's back felt cold, his palms were sweating, and he clenched the crowbar tightly.

can not see.

For the first time, he could not see the target.

The child slipped away right in front of his eyes.

"Did you see it just now?"

He asked Liu Xiuxiu, who was wearing those eyes specially made by the Foundation.

The latter was even worse than him, and his legs were shaking.

"I can't see anything..."

Liu Xiuxiu answered with trembling lips.

Xia Ren's eyes darkened.

It seems that I am not an exception.

As a D-class personnel, Liu Xiuxiu has undergone professional training, and she will never be so frightened when faced with such a scene. You must know that he was a person who was rolled up by his own tentacles and could resist with open teeth and claws.

This house is very weird and seems to have the ability to affect people's emotions.

Through the mottled windows, they can see the dim sunlight outside, even in the daytime, it can't bring them the slightest sense of security.

The set of footprints ran into the bedroom, but the bedroom door was closed.

"If you feel bad, go out first, I'll check it out alone."

Xia Ren turned his head and said to Liu Xiuxiu.

The latter's eyes flickered, but he shook his head firmly.

"The Foundation never backs down!"

He cheered himself up with this sentence.

Xia Ren didn't insist anymore, and pushed open the bedroom door.

As expected, the bed and wardrobe inside were also covered with white cloth, giving off an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere.

Footprints extend all the way to the bed, then disappear.

The only place to hide is under the bed.

Of course, Xia Ren wouldn't foolishly climb up to the floor to watch it. This is the usual routine of horror movies. What if I just climbed down and met the child face to face?Don't you just scare yourself?

He took the Xia bullet gun from Liu Xiuxiu's hand, pointed it at the bottom of the bed, and shot it without hesitation!

The black cotton net blasted out from the other side of the bed with air waves, Xia Ren hurried over to check it, and found that there was nothing inside.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The sound of running echoed in the living room.

Xia Ren realized that they might have been tricked by each other.

Back in the living room, there were a bunch of small footprints on the ground, and I went to the bathroom.

Xia Ren was about to rush into the bathroom, but Liu Xiuxiu grabbed the hem of his clothes.

His eyes were a little dull, his fear was palpable, and he pointed at the door stiffly.

Xia Ren looked in the direction of his finger.

A little boy about six or seven years old was standing on the outside of the door, and a head popped out.

He was grinning, his eyes were curved, and his expression was smiling, but looking at it made people feel a huge disobedience.

Then, from the outside... he closed the door.

"Click."

The door is locked.

It was suddenly dark inside the house.