Human dimension reduction

Not long after Qiao Zhou returned to 501, night fell.

The day and night transition here is very abrupt. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window turned into a dark night in just 5 minutes, like a manually adjusted hanging picture, and the person who adjusted the hanging picture didn’t care that his perfunctory was discovered. The moon hanging in the sky is simply a rough hook drawn by a round of crayons. Two clumsy five-pointed stars of the same color are dotted on the sharp corners of the hook, drawing a smiling face in the style of a child's stick figure.

Although Xingyue's painting method is full of innocence and childish fun, but with the current scene, it can only be seen as gloomy and miserable.

And... Qiao Zhou frowned and thought about it. When he came here, the wall clock on the wall clearly showed twelve o'clock, and it was definitely twelve o'clock at noon. How could it be night so soon?

He didn't have a watch on him, and he couldn't find any timer in the unfinished rough room, but according to Qiao Zhou's deduction, it was only about four hours since he appeared here and night fell.

Is the daylight here only four hours, or is it night at four o'clock in the afternoon here?

Qiao Zhou leaned towards the former guess.

The day and night here may have something to do with it, so within 24 hours, there need to be several times of day and night, and if four hours are a rotation, it is just right.

This room looks like halfway through the decoration, people who somehow disappeared, all kinds of building materials are scattered on the ground, and there is a large pile of yellow sand and a few bags of lime in the corner.

Qiao Zhou searched for things that could be used bit by bit. He was too hasty when he came here before, and he didn't have time to take a good look at the surrounding environment. Taking this opportunity, he was able to perfect his script.

But just as he calmed down to study those tools, there was a heart-piercing scream from downstairs.

The voice was high-pitched and far away. It is unimaginable that human beings can make such a cry beyond the limit. People in the whole building can clearly hear this sharp female voice, piercing the silence of the residential building like an awl. night.

She was still screaming continuously, intermittently mixed with the sound of heavy objects falling over, hitting the wall and the floor, and crying for help vaguely.

Thanks to the poor sound insulation of the old building, Qiao Zhou could tell that it was Yao Qiong calling for help from the second floor. Something seemed to have entered her room.

"Help! Ah Cheng! Where are you! Help! Ah Cheng... Ah Cheng, help me! Don't come here! I didn't kill you, you weren't me!"

Yao Qiong screamed incoherently to avoid her. The layout of her room was similar to Qiao Zhou's. Before the sudden night came, she was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, looking around uneasily.

The plot she got was easy to guess. The protagonists were a husband who cheated on domestic violence and a wife who broke out in anger. In order to punish the husband for his infidelity, the wife secretly wrapped a silk scarf around his neck to sleep soundly on her husband’s neck one night, which completely ended the situation. The life of a man full of sweet words.

As soon as Yao Qiong came, what he faced was the male corpse with bruised face and rounded eyes on the bed. The man's face was distorted so hideously that his head was tilted to one side, his hands were bloody from scratching the head of the bed crazily, and the nails on his ten fingers All broken, scratches and blood all over the head of the bed.

It's just that his hand was tied to the bedpost quietly by his wife long ago, no matter how hard he grabbed it, he couldn't catch the deadly silk scarf around his neck, so he could only stare at him with his eyes wide open. His wife for many years, maybe until he died, he didn't understand why his wife who had always been submissive suddenly didn't intend to bear it any longer.

This is the second time for Yao Qiong to enter the game field. At least she has some experience and courage. Trembling, she untied the male corpse from the bed, wrapped it in a sheet, and searched for all the tapes in the house, and put the lump of stuff Wrapped tightly, dragged and stuffed into the closet of the second bedroom.

In fact, she originally planned to stuff the body under the bed, but she checked every room and found that only the door of the master bedroom could be locked, the lock of the second bedroom was broken, and the door of the children's room had no lock at all. The instinct to protect herself, even though she was particularly disgusted with this dead room, she had to temporarily designate it as a refuge.

After covering the lump of things in the closet with clothes, she closed the closet door and went out to find other companions. It was a surprise to meet her boyfriend. After they agreed to disperse, Ah Cheng sent her back to the second floor. She went back to the master bedroom and locked the door, making up her mind that she would never step out of here again before 24 hours.

——But I didn't expect that she would not go out, but someone was eager to come in.

The change of the sky outside was very striking, and Yao Qiong noticed it immediately. She opened the curtain and looked at the sky, feeling uncomfortable with the moon drawn by the crayon, and then heard a slight rustling sound from downstairs .

The sound insulation effect of the old building is really poor. Yao Qiong quietly lay on the floor, listening quietly with her ear pressed to the tiles, and clearly heard the uninterrupted rustling sound, like rain hitting dense leaves The crumpled cellophane unfolded on the plane, and the thin, crunchy, solid-conducted sound was as clear as it was ringing in her ears.

What are you doing downstairs?Yao Qiong thought.

Her face was still on the ground, and the cool temperature of the tiles was very comfortable, calming down the blood rushing in her body due to fear.

And... how does this voice sound familiar... as if I've heard it somewhere.

Yao Qiong racked her brains to think, the voice was still rustling unhurriedly, Yao Qiong frowned, her eyes wandered, she always felt that this voice was really familiar, and some kind of sixth sense was also on her nerves Jump up and remind her to remember quickly.

what is it then……

Ah, the sound of tape rubbing!

Slices of tape were torn apart, wrapped the sheets and the people inside, and pasted them densely, layer by layer, circle by circle...

A lot of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Yao Qiong's back, because she suddenly realized that the voice might not come from downstairs, but from - her next door.

She seemed to be able to imagine how the person wrapped in layers of tape broke free bit by bit, and tore off the tape one by one. Joan knew she had to do something now, but a great fear took hold of her mind and she was stuck in place.

"Squeak-"

The door of the wooden cabinet was pushed open.

The dull voice fell on the ground, the volume was not loud, but it fell on Yao Qiong's ears like a drum and a hammer.

She trembled uncontrollably, rationality ordered her to stand up and run out quickly, but her timid body was frozen in place, the sweat on her forehead dripped on the ground, her eyes rolled slightly, and she looked towards the door.

In the narrow gap between the door and the ground, a deeper shadow blocked the weak living room light.

Someone is standing at the door.

Yao Qiong opened his mouth and screamed horribly.

The sound on the second floor lasted less than 5 minutes, and the other floors became lively one after another. The panicked roars of men and women and the movement of furniture being smashed made the whole building instantly popular.

The glass on the fourth floor shattered, and a stool flew out of the window with the broken glass, followed by Chen Yin. Desperately climbed onto the water pipe outside, slipped and slid down the water pipe.

And behind her, a torn face protruded from the window, with two hands carefully holding the head on the neck, the head and neck were only connected by a trace of flesh, it watched Chen Yin crawling down, not yet Forget to hold your head lest it fall because of lowering your head.

However, above the back of its head, a head protruded from the window on the fifth floor. Qiao Zhou looked quietly at this precarious decapitated ghost. His good eyesight allowed him to see clearly the number on the other's head and neck, which was dripping with blood and penetrated deep into the bones. There are scars, the marks are all cut out by a kitchen knife.

If you take its head off, can it still see the road?

An inappropriate thought popped into Qiao Zhou's mind.

The decapitated ghost was still staring at Chen Yin who was climbing up and down the water pipe. The reason why it didn't follow closely was probably because it needed to free up its hands to support its head so that it would not fall off, but this did not prevent Chen Yin from trembling more and more. It's getting stronger and stronger, because the more she climbs down, the wider her field of vision will be, and she will be able to see everything except the ghost chasing her on the fourth floor...

There is also something looking out of the window on the fifth floor!

The dim light in the night couldn't let her see what it was, she could only see two snow-white faces that almost overlapped floating in the night, this superimposed fear made her cry with trembling lips, crying while crying. Use your hands and feet to slide down.

After being frightened to a certain extent, people will temporarily lose the perception of fear and other emotions, so when she slid to the window on the second floor and saw a hanged ghost with a long neck sticking to the window and smiling at her, she had already I didn't feel any fear anymore, and even gained inexplicable infinite courage from it.

"Come out and chase after my wife if you have the ability!"

She snarled viciously at the hanged man behind the glass, her voice still shaking.

Clinging firmly to the glass, the hanged ghost with protruding eyeballs and bloodshot eyes greedily licked the glass, as if he wanted to lick Chen Yin's face through the glass.

The courage from an unknown source disappeared without a trace like a deflated ball in an instant. Chen Yin speeded up and slid down, hoping that Fan Yue on the first floor could give some strength to keep the ghosts out of the room, because the outside of this building is so deep that it cannot The prying darkness, the threat of death sticking up her spine when she tried to leave the building—a warning from the playground.

So she can only find a way to go back to the building, even if there are many ghosts in the building now, she must go back.

Seeing that Chen Yin was about to climb to the first floor, the decapitated ghost planned to retract his head to catch her on the first floor. Qiao Zhou happened to come back from searching for tools in the room. When the pipe was poked down, it felt as if it had hit a slightly elastic hard ball. In the next second, the dangling head was separated from the owner's neck and fell straight down. Two seconds later, it hit the ground with a thud.

The decapitated ghost grasped twice at the head in a daze, as if he didn't react, he froze there.

It seems that without a head, even the IQ of ghosts will drop.

Qiao Zhou forgot about the decapitated ghost, and walked towards the door with the steel pipe.

The sixth floor has been very quiet. I don't know what's going on in Hua Ping'an's place. Maybe the ghost in his room has come out. The two of them are having a long conversation. Thinking so, Qiao Zhou opened the lid of the cat's eye.

He heard continuous noises in the corridor, thick dragging sounds, and gurgling and gurgling on the stairs, walking from the fourth floor to the fifth floor.

Due to the angle of the cat's eyes, he didn't see what was coming up at the first time. After waiting patiently for more than a minute, a person finally appeared on the orange-dark stairs.

The young man was sticking to the stairs in a bloody mess, climbing up bit by bit, his whole body was smashed to pieces, his bones and muscles were exposed, the pink texture and white meridians were sticky pulling his body to move, The dripping and thick black blood trailed behind him in long black and long traces, and the whole staircase seemed to have been ruined by a bloody mop.

But Qiao Zhou only saw the somewhat hidden wound on his shattered chest.

Zhang Dinghe, he crawled back.

Zhang Dinghe raised his face, half of his skull was shattered, his eyeballs protruded from their sockets, a thick nerve dangled from his chin, his broken knees and calves couldn't stand up, he didn't mind at all, and used his head Knocking on the door of 502, there was a weird expectant smile on the blood red lips.

Therefore, at night, all the victims will come out to seek revenge from the murderer, which makes all means of hiding the corpse useless. If you want to investigate the case, this is indeed the rare best clue.

But when everyone is being hunted by their own victim, who is in the mood to solve the case?

Zhang Dinghe slammed into the door for 10 minutes. He didn't hold back any strength when he slammed the door. The lower half of the door was splattered with black thick blood. The big, thick door was knocked loudly, shaking even the floor.

Before he was about to knock the eyeball away, the door that had been standing still suddenly clicked open.

The unmanned door slowly opened, Zhang Dinghe raised his bloody face, smiled again, and couldn't wait to climb into the door.

He's home, he's going to find his brother.

The door of 502 closed tightly after he climbed in, as if it had never been opened.

Qiao Zhou stood behind the cat's eye and sighed softly. There was a boy in the game field who was helping to cheat. No wonder the other players were so frightened. Locking the door was useless.

But fortunately, humans are smarter than ghosts, at least humans can still scream, and ghosts...it doesn't even know how to shout to confirm whether the person it is looking for is at home.

IQ is crushed, but that's all.