Third-rate thriller novelist [Unlimited Stream]

After writing these six messages in red handwriting, before Shen Yu finished writing, the lights in the room suddenly went out without warning.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Shen Yu could only hear the little boy's voice from behind: "It's eleven o'clock."

When it was time to turn off the lights in the apartment, although the lights in the room were off, the lights in the corridor were still on for some reason.

Wisps of light leaked into the room from the gap in the door, and with this dim light, Shen Yu could vaguely see the expression of the little boy at this time.

Still very calm, without a trace of panic or fear.

"Squeak..."

At this moment, a strange sound resounded in the silent darkness.

In an instant, the two looked towards the window together.

"Squeak... squeak..."

It was like the sound of fingernails scratching against the glass, accompanied by the rustling of clothes. It sounded like someone was standing outside the window, scratching the window with his fingers, trying to peek into the house.

But their room is on the fourth floor.

In the darkness, the little boy came to Shen Yu's side silently, and quietly held his hand.

Probably because he finally felt a little scared. The little guy's body temperature was abnormally low at this time, and his immature palm was very cold. Shen Yu felt like he was holding a piece of ice.

The scratching sound outside the window continued and intensified, as if a little impatient.

Something outside the window, wants to come in.

At this moment, the little boy suddenly gently pulled his palm, pointed to the door quietly, and reminded in a low voice: "Outside the door."

Shen Yu turned his attention away from the window for the time being, and turned his head to listen to the movement outside the door.

There were bursts of dull rubbing sounds, as if someone was dragging a heavy wooden board, moving slowly and aimlessly in the corridor.

Moreover, the footsteps were gradually approaching their room.

In the darkness, Shen Yu's face changed slightly. He raised his hand to signal the little boy to keep quiet, then walked slowly to the door, bent down and looked out through the crack at the bottom of the door.

His footsteps were as light as a cat's, without making a sound.

The little boy also followed, squatting down beside him, with round black eyes and a thin and small body, like a squatting kitten.

Shen Yu knew that what he was doing at this time was very risky, but there were not many opportunities to observe and collect information at close range, and he didn't want to be passive all the time.

The dull footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer to their room, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly, but his ink-stained pupils became brighter and brighter in the darkness.

There is a narrow gap at the bottom of the door, and what can be seen is limited. The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of soles without shoes.

The soles of the feet belonged to humans, but they did not have the warm skin color of normal humans. A pair of bare feet stepped on the floor, black and white from the cold, covered with blood-red cracks, clotted blood scabs and dirty dust.

Just behind these feet, there is indeed a square piece of wood, which is painted with red paint, and some patterns are painted on the bottom.

Seeing these patterns, Shen Yu narrowed his eyes, and recognized that they were patterns that were only drawn on coffins.

A barefooted grotesque dragged a coffin in a deserted corridor in the dead of night, passing by the door of every house.

The barefoot weirdo outside the door walked very stiffly, as if being pulled by a thread step by step. When he reached the door of room 404, he suddenly stopped straight.

Shen Yu's heart sank, and he instinctively got up and stood in front of the little boy, his eyes fixed on the door, even the "thing" outside the window that had been persistently scratching the glass was temporarily forgotten by him. .

"Tuk Tuk!"

In the dark and silent room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The people outside were standing in front of door 404, knocking on the door over and over again, also wanting to come in.

Shen Yu felt the little boy grabbing his hand and holding it harder.

The people outside the door knocked on the door for 3 minutes before they fell silent.

Shen Yu bent down again to look at the crack of the door, and found that those feet were still standing outside the door, not leaving at all, as if waiting for the people inside to lose their vigilance and open the door by themselves.

The two of them held their breath and waited for a while longer before the pair of feet seemed to give up at last, continuing to move their heavy steps, dragging the coffin towards the next target.

Only then did Shen Yu let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, the little boy suddenly gently tugged on his sleeve, pointed to the window, and whispered: "There is no sound outside the window."

Only then did Shen Yu realize that the sound of scratching the glass outside the window seemed to have disappeared suddenly at the moment when the knock on the door sounded.

That is, the "something" outside the window, afraid of the weirdo dragging the coffin outside the door?

In the darkness, he opened his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and then said: "That strange man outside the door... Hearing the sound, it seems that he has gone to the east building?"

……

Pink Apartment East Building, Room 101.

Boss Qian, who had placed an order, was lying on the bed alone, shivering with a quilt covering his head.

The red key could open all the rooms in the east building, but Boss Qian was too timid to live too far alone, so he found a room on the first floor closest to the lobby and checked in.

"Fuck the horror novel! Fuck the big Zhuang! Fuck the bastard..." In order to strengthen his courage and vent his anger, Boss Qian cursed all those who abandoned him in his heart.

At this moment, the sound of "creaking" scratching the glass came from outside the window.

Boss Qian didn't dare to look at it, but just buried his head deeper in the quilt, muttering silently: "Isn't it just a broken apartment? What's the big deal? Thinking about how many storms and waves I have experienced, what is there to be afraid of..."

The sound of scratching the glass outside the window became louder and louder, and gradually turned into smashing the window.At the same time, he heard the driver Da Zhuang shouting out the window: "Boss, I'm here!"

"We studied for half a day, and finally found a way to get out, so we rushed to rescue you."

Boss Qian was overjoyed and crawled out from under the covers: "Da Zhuang, is that you?"

The voice outside the window replied: "It's me, hurry up and leave this ghost place with me!"

The majestic voice and simple and honest tone are indeed the familiar voice of Da Zhuang.

"Da Zhuang, you little bastard! I thought you really didn't care about me, you bastard..." Boss Qian rushed to the window crying and cursing, before he had time to think, he opened the window.

It was pitch black outside the window, and there was no big strong figure, only half of his body hanging in front of the window, a pair of female toes dangling in front of Boss Qian's eyes.

Boss Qian froze for a moment, raised his head stupidly, and looked up along his toes.

A hanged woman, with a rope around her neck, was blown back and forth in the night wind, her pale and swollen face drooped softly, her scarlet lips were licked by the long tongue that spewed out, her blood-red lips The eyes stared at him maliciously.

The woman took off the rope loop around her neck, passed through the open window, and slammed it around Boss Qian's neck...

After an unknown amount of time, the same dull footsteps sounded in the east building.

The weird man dragging the coffin stopped in front of No. 101, knocking on the door again and again.

This time, after waiting for a long time, no one opened the door for it, so the barefoot monster left again with heavy steps.

And in the silent No. 101, the window in the room was wide open, and a fat figure was hung outside the window, with the tiptoes of leather shoes shaking in the wind.