Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

"Where did this come from?" Qiao Leting remembered that he didn't see these things when he came in just now. He frowned slightly, but his hands didn't stop at all, and he directed the things with words on the table to himself. Put it in your pocket, and hide it in your clothes if it can't fit.

"I don't know, I saw it as soon as I turned around." Dabai's face was full of horror, but the audience in the live broadcast room were indifferent, using barrage to mock the anchor for making a fake, except for those who had been watching the live broadcast Fans, most of the newcomers thought that the rotting corpses in front of them were disguised as living people. These newcomers and Dabai's fans split into two groups and started arguing in the barrage.

Qiao Leting scanned the twelve doctors in front with a flashlight. According to him, these doctors were less than five meters away. Although they had been dead for decades, their bodies were well preserved, with only a small degree of decay, and the exposed skin was faint. The red spots on the corpses could be seen, probably because they had just woken up, or their bodies were stiff. They were not moving fast, so Qiao Leting was not in a hurry to leave.

"Climb up on the table and open the door." Qiao Leting quickly bent down and opened the drawer under the cabinet to check the contents. There was a stack of newspapers and some baby clothes in the cabinet on the left, while the cabinet on the right contained After picking up some yellow talisman papers, Qiao Leting threw the stack of newspapers to the door, and then reached out to take out the talisman papers inside.

Just as he was about to get up, someone behind him patted him on the shoulder twice. Qiao Leting subconsciously turned around without thinking much, and a pale face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, with a faint red light in his eyes, surrounded by black circles, dark red corpse spots looming under the high collar, and a faded tube of The chain of the pen and the pocket watch was exposed a little bit, and his body smelled of rotting flesh, wrapped in death.

Qiao Leting had seen this face before. The doctor who was lying at the door in the archive room on the fifth floor was this one. It can be seen that this gentleman was also a decent person before his death.

Then Qiao Leting noticed the words "Zhang Cheng'an" written on the small card on the man's chest, so he was the man in Chu Yunxiang's diary.

Zhang Chengan's face continued to approach Qiao Leting, the foreheads of each person and the corpse were about to meet together, the two scalpels in his hands rubbed against each other and made a harsh sound, a creepy sound rang in Qiao Leting's ears , asked Qiao Leting: "What are you looking for?"

Before Qiao Leting could react, Zhang Chengan suddenly grinned, and rushed towards him with the scalpel in both hands. Qiao Leting turned over and jumped onto the desk next to him, picked up a thick dictionary from the table and pointed it at the doctor's Head smashed down.

The doctor's head was tilted a little, and it took a while to get back upright. His long fingertips slid across the table, while the movements of the doctors on the other side accelerated a little bit. They seemed to be controlled and divided into two groups. Bo rushed towards Dabai, while the other wave came to stop Qiao Leting.

"Eat you, eat you, eat you..."

The chilling voice kept ringing in the office, Dabai was about to run to the door, and was forced back by the dead bodies.

Dabai climbed onto the desk and jumped between the desks like a frog. The dead bodies below stretched out their small hands to pull him down. He ran back and forth twice but still could not get rid of the dead bodies. , and he was so exhausted that he was out of breath, and asked Qiao Leting: "What should I do now?"

"Let's fight hand-to-hand." Qiao Leting couldn't handle it anymore, and was about to start an attack. He told Dabai: "The scene may be a little bloody later, you should turn off the live broadcast immediately."

Dabai groaned, but obediently and quickly turned off the camera, and then said with emotion: "I finally lived the way I hate people the most."

"..." Qiao Leting started a new wave of whack-a-mole with a hammer in his hand, and said while knocking, "Don't talk nonsense, the person you hate the most may be worse than you think."

Qiao Leting hammered quite vigorously, but these dead bodies were different from the grimaces on the fifth floor. They no longer had any instincts in life. Even if Qiao Leting smashed their heads, they would not have any way to escape. They rushed towards Qiao Leting with half of their heads on their backs. I am afraid that only by breaking their limbs can they completely get rid of them.

And Dabai was surrounded by a circle of dead bodies, the dead body stretched out its arms to drag him down, he picked up a glass from the table, bent over and threw it at the dead body, but the dead body didn't back down in the slightest , and seemed to be stimulated, his movements sped up again, he was no different from ordinary people, and he even climbed onto the desk to have close contact with Dabai face to face.

Now that Dabai was forced to move, he could only yell at Qiao Leting who was not far away at the same altitude: "Da Qiao sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword sword!"

Qiao Leting jumped directly from the row of desks in the middle to the row of desks by the window. He didn't hear what Dabai shouted, so he just replied casually: "You are cheap."

Dabai stomped his feet on the desk and stretched them over. Some corpses were so rotten that they were trampled into a pulp by Dabai's feet. Dabai resisted the desire to vomit, and shouted at Qiao Leting again: " That long sword, sweep away a large piece of sword!"

Qiao Leting bent down and picked up two flower pots from the window sill, threw them towards Zhang Cheng'an's head, and said in a clear voice: "It's not time for cd, I can't get out."

"There are CDs!" Dabai exclaimed.

Qiao Leting shook the fat on his body, "What's wrong with having a cd! Which king's ultimate move doesn't have a cd!"

Dabai asked, "When will the CD be cleared?"

Qiao Leting: "I don't know, it depends on its mood!"

"What's the point—ah——" Before finishing his vernacular, one accidentally fell off the desk, and the dead bodies quickly surrounded him. He had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and prepare for a big fight. With a bitter face, he shouted: "Why do I have to fight zombies before the end of the day!"

Qiao Leting still said the same words before, telling Dabai: "You were arranged by God."

"Why did God arrange for me specially!" After pushing away a dead body, Dabai found a broom from the corner of the wall, before he got the broom, he yelled like a groundhog, "Ahhhhhhhhhh It's disgusting, why are they spitting on me! I'm going to die!"

The light of the flashlight illuminated the room flickeringly, the items on the desk were messed up by them, the smell of rancidity in the air was getting heavier, and the voice of "eat you" kept echoing in my ears, seven or eighty The square meter office is like a coffin buried in the soil for many years.

Qiao Leting looked up and happened to see Dabai in the corner holding up his sleeves and holding a broom to kill the dead body, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't die! Put your sleeves down!"

Dabai was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook off his sleeves and continued to struggle to the death. Seeing that he was stuck in a dead corner, Qiao Leting rushed over from the bed several times in a row.

Da Bai looked at Qiao Leting's movements from the corner of his eye, and sighed: "Da Qiao, are you really a fat man?"

Qiao Leting threw the wooden chair towards the corpse, and said to Dabai: "I'll stop these corpses, you go and open the door."

"Okay," Dabai took advantage of another wave of zombies to arrive, took out the speed of sprinting [-] meters, and ran to the door slowly, but he was forced to stop in front of the door, and said to Qiao Leting: "Da Qiao, The door can’t be opened! How long do you have on your CD?”

At this moment, the corpses seemed to have gained an IQ, and ran to the front door one after another. Dabai screamed dumbfounded, climbed onto the desk, jumped twice, and was forced into a corner again.

Qiao Leting didn't help Dabai, but ran to the back wall and bit his finger. He had discovered that his blood had a special attraction to these ghosts, so he drew two pictures on the back wall with his bitten finger. Road, and then quickly put the bleeding finger into his mouth.

As soon as the smell of blood wafted away in the office, those dead bodies decisively gave up on Dabai and rushed towards the back wall. Qiao Leting took the opportunity to stride to the door, picked up the newspaper he threw over, and pointed a hammer at the door panel. It smashed down, and with a bang, several cracks appeared on the door panel under the heavy blow. Qiao Leting kicked it up, and a crack with a diameter of more than one meter appeared in front of their eyes.

Qiao Leting: "Let's go!"

As soon as they went out, the sound in their ears disappeared instantly, and the world suddenly became quiet. Looking back at the place where they escaped just now, the smashed door returned to its original state at some point. Looking inside, there was no dead body inside, and everything just now seemed to be their hallucination.

The incandescent lamp in the corridor had been turned off at some point. Qiao Leting was holding the newspaper and was about to go downstairs. Dabai also turned on the camera again. Everything seemed to be calm, but the heavy breathing of the monster in the darkness behind him was heard again. Ears rise and fall.

The new fans who came to the live broadcast room felt that they had been deceived. It was as if they were watching the host playing monkeys just now. They were not as good as the monkey family next door.

[The anchor and Fa Cai are in the same routine, using the devil as a gimmick, but in fact there is nothing, and he is not as good-looking as Fa Cai, so he is leaving]

[Grass!Another fake anchor, how stupid of me, really, to be tricked]

[Put a sheep's head to sell dog meat, report it and report it]

[Understood, you are not injured, stop the live broadcast and go home quickly]

[Hurry up and go home, Dabai, if you continue playing, you will die]

……

When he was about to reach the stairs, Dabai was about to explain something to the fans in the live broadcast room, when Qiao Leting suddenly said, "It's twelve o'clock."

"What happened at twelve o'clock?"

"Haven't you seen horror movies? Demons and ghosts come out at twelve o'clock."

Dabai: "How about we go?"

Qiao Leting shook his head, "I haven't found anything, so I can't leave here."

"What exactly are you looking for?" Dabai asked.

"I don't know yet, I always feel like I'm about to find it."

"Big Joe--"

After Dabai exclaimed, before Qiao Leting could ask, a cold hand tightly grabbed his shoulder.