Third watch

As if to confirm his words, the originally dark stairwell suddenly became darker, and a sudden gust of cool wind blew up from the gap in the stairs, making the soles of their feet feel cold.

But no one spoke.

In fact, He Lina seemed unable to speak.

Wang Xiaoming's breathing also became heavy, because he heard a voice that did not belong to the three of them.

Tick, tick.

It was as if someone had turned on a rusty faucet downstairs, and the dripping rhythm was intermittent, sounding a little nervous.

"What is that?" Wang Xiaoming asked Zhong Yi - he thought he was talking, but in fact he just squeezed out a grunt from his throat.

Because the stairwell was getting colder, his voice seemed to be frozen in his stomach, like a sliding ice cube, making him shiver.

The sound of water droplets became more and more clear.

Helena also began to tremble.

Because now the sound is so loud that no one can ignore it, and it's not like a faucet that can't be turned off—unless it's a faucet that can climb stairs.

Wang Xiaoming was so cold that he put his hand into his pocket.

Zhong Yi saw his intention, stretched out his hand to hold him down, and listened carefully.

He Lina looked like she was going to scream at any moment, Zhong Yi held her with the other hand, and slowly retreated up the stairs.

Wang Xiaoming followed immediately, he didn't want to poke his head down to look down, he always felt that what was blowing up with the cold wind might not be something beautiful.

Although they can roughly guess that it is Lin Yu in all likelihood.

But didn't Lin Yu jump to his death?

Wang Xiaoming thought vaguely.

Why do jumpers make such a sound as if they just climbed up from a lake?

They were originally standing at the corner of the eighth and ninth floors, and it only took a few steps to climb more than a dozen steps, but now the three of them walked very cautiously.

As if afraid of alarming something.

The ninth floor looked like it was night, the ceiling lamps and wall lamps seemed broken, only the metal door frames on the doors of the two rows of rooms reflected a faint cold light.

904 was at the end of the corridor, closed as nonchalantly as the other doors.

As soon as he entered the corridor, Zhong Yi immediately went to open the door closest to the stairs, and Wang Xiaoming immediately reacted, trying to find a room where the door could be twisted open.

The result is of course futile.

The wooden doors, which didn't look solid, were tightly closed. Wang Xiaoming grabbed the doorknob and twisted and pulled, but none of the doors could be opened.

The sound of water droplets was getting closer, and Wang Xiaoming could feel his hands shaking.

Zhong Yi let go of a stubborn doorknob, and grabbed Wang Xiaoming and He Lina to his side.

"How long can you hold your breath?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at him in surprise.

Zhong Yi didn't seem to expect him to answer, but instead pushed the two of them to the wall and pressed them as flat as possible.

Then he roughly grabbed He Lina's bag and rummaged through it.

He Lina opened her mouth weakly, but maybe she was also afraid that she would scream out of control, so she didn't make a sound.

Zhong Yi took out a lipstick and quickly unscrewed it. Without looking at Wang Xiaoming and He Lina, he began to use the red lipstick to draw a semicircle on the floor next to the wall, which just surrounded the three people who were sticking to the wall. .

It looks kind of funny.

Wang Xiaoming thought weakly.

He probably knows what Zhong Yi is doing - every post-[-]s generation will have a sense of sight for this scene: Hundreds of years ago, it was a spring, in order to prevent the delicious Tang Monk meat from being stolen (?) , Monkey King drew a circle around the master with the golden cudgel.

Then the Bone Demon could only look around and sigh.

Zhong Yi quickly drew a pattern outside the circle that looked like an imperial talisman, but it was a little different from what he saw Wang Dazhuang draw.

He hits hard, and the lipstick wears off quickly—almost by the time he puts away the last swipe, the lipstick is at the end of it, and the metal base can be seen.

Zhong Yi didn't even have time to throw away the used lipstick. With the other hand, he quickly took out three long ancient coins from his pocket, pasted them at their feet respectively, and said in a low voice: "Use the long coins and three Anjing Fang: The sun rises and the east is a bit cloudy, Master told me to hide, the three souls are hidden in the blue clouds, and the seven souls are hidden in the nine clouds... I sincerely invite Nanbei Xingjun."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of cold air spread into the corridor.

"Breathe!" Zhong Yi ordered in a low voice, seeing He Lina took a breath reflexively according to his words, and immediately covered her mouth.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened.

He saw Lin Yu.

His impression of Lin Yu is limited to the few words he can piece together on the Internet, and he hasn't even seen Lin Yu's photos.

But when Lin Yu appeared at the stairs, Wang Xiaoming immediately knew that it was Lin Yu.

He Lina uttered a helpless scream, which was tightly covered by Zhong Yi.

Wang Xiaoming didn't use Zhong Yi's hands - what he saw was so shocking that he forgot to take a breath.

This was a rather cruel thing, the first time he saw a person's death so clearly.

That's right, the time at this moment seems to be back half a year ago. Lin Yu looks like he just got up after falling from the seventh floor.

His whole body was the color of dead meat that had been stored in the refrigerator for a long time. The left side of his head was obviously sunken, blood clots and hair were tangled together, and his neck was twisted at a strange angle.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming finally knew where the sound of dripping water came from.

There are nearly ten deep and shallow scars on Lin Yu's wrist, blood keeps coming out from there, flowing from his cyan hand as if it will never dry up, and then dripping onto the floor.

The corridor was covered with carpets, the sound like a faucet was gone, the blood dripping onto the carpet turned into a dull "fluttering" sound, and small blood stains bloomed on the carpet.

Lin Yu no longer feels like a living person. No matter his walking posture or speed, he is extremely slow. It is better to say that he is dragging his body rather than walking.With every step he took, a lot of blood bleeds—from his head and hands, trailing in a trail from the stairwell to the hallway.

But none of this is the scariest.

What frightened Wang Xiaoming the most was Lin Yu's appearance.He seemed to be unaware of his own situation, his eyes seemed to be nailed into their sockets, he remained motionless, with a blank expression, as if those bodies that were bleeding continuously had nothing to do with him.

In fact, He Lina couldn't see Lin Yu, but she saw the bloodstains that appeared out of thin air, and the traces that Lin Yu left on the carpet as if walking and mopping the floor.

Wang Xiaoming could feel that He Lina's knees softened and she was about to kneel down.

Zhong Yi held her tightly, and pulled her with the other hand.

The corridor was not wide, and when Lin Yu slowly moved near them, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help holding his stomach—he didn't know what Zhong Yi had done to make Lin Yu seem to be unable to see them, but there was no guarantee that Lin Yu couldn't feel that there were three people who looked like geckos at the moment Generally stick to the wall.

Just to die, Zhong Yi said that they couldn't breathe.

Since ancient times, there has been a folk saying that the breath of living things has a certain stimulating effect on the dead, so many related taboos have also been derived.

For example, there are tomb robbers who have to cover their mouths and noses, and cannot breathe on the face of the deceased to prevent fraudulent corpses. There is also a saying that black cats are prohibited from crossing the coffin when they are placed in the coffin as a zombie, otherwise the corpse will easily change and so on.

In fact, although Lin Yu's death is a bit miserable, Wang Xiaoming is not very scared - after all, he can still see that he is a person.

In comparison, the lifeless evil spirit is more terrifying.

After the initial horror, seeing Lin Yu's dull appearance, Wang Xiaoming began to think that this was just a live-action zombie, and he should not lose in terms of flexibility.

Besides, he still has grandpa's canopy ruler in his pocket. If he can't do it, he can hit Lin Yu's head. It's probably not impossible.

And there is Zhong Yi, a guy who can fight with fierce people.

Zhong Yi's sensitivity was as superhuman as his combat power, and he immediately sensed Wang Xiaoming's imminent move—glaring him a vicious look.

Wang Xiaoming's expression was distorted because he was holding his breath. Although Zhong Yi told him with his eyes that he would be beaten if he acted rashly, he really felt that he couldn't hold it anymore—fortunately, Lin Yu seemed to know where to go. But went straight to 904.

He Lina's lung capacity was no better than Wang Xiaoming's, so she began to struggle instinctively.His face was slowly turning red.

Zhong Yi refused to let go, and watched Lin Yu's movements without blinking.

Lin Yu walked slowly to 904, raised his hand and turned the doorknob.

The door opened.

After a short silence, a terrible scream came from 904.

It was He Wenna's voice.

I don't know what the Lin family has done. He Wenna in the room obviously saw Lin Yu.

The scream was full of fear and hysteria, which made people feel scared - Wang Xiaoming didn't blame her, it was a girl who didn't scream when she saw Lin Yu like this.

It was the scream that frightened He Lina, who was struggling due to lack of oxygen. She paused suddenly and looked at 904, whose door opened without wind.

As if Lin Yu couldn't hear the scream, he raised one foot——

Zhong Yi finally let go of He Lena.

He Lina immediately collapsed to the ground.

Almost at the same moment, Lin Yu stopped.

He Lina stopped holding her breath, he noticed it.

But Lin Yu can't seem to turn his head, he can only turn back slowly together with his body.

Before Wang Xiaoming could think about it, he picked up a vase in the corridor and threw it at Lin Yu.

There was another plop, and the vase hit Lin Yu's head. The concave surface seemed to be more concave, and Lin Yu's head tilted.

Wang Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat when he saw it - it seemed that Lin Yu's head would roll off his neck at any moment.

But Lin Yu's head was not broken.

Although his neck was crooked even more, Lin Yu didn't seem to feel anything. He just paused with his neck crooked, then turned around, and his lifeless eyes slowly swept across the corridor...

From the opened door, Wang Xiaoming could see that He Wenna was still wearing a wedding dress, and she was slumped on the ground just like her sister.

But he didn't see Lin Fei.

"Then what, Lin Yu." Wang Xiaoming said: "If you want to get married, don't find other girls, people and ghosts have different ways..."

Zhong Yi said coldly behind him: "Do you think he can hear you?"