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Lie flat on the bed with his fork on his chest, motionless like a corpse.

But now, Zhao Zhen's bed was in a mess, the quilt and bed sheet were rolled and twisted into a ball, the pillow was torn, and a large ball of cotton wadding was spilled out.

In the messy pile of quilts, large swaths of blood red are extremely dazzling on the white bedding.

He only felt that his eyes were stabbed, and an absurd guess reluctantly emerged in his heart.

"...Zhao Zhen?" He trembled his voice, but still forced himself to ask: "Call me back immediately, don't try to scare me! Otherwise, you can wait to be blocked!"

However, no one answered him.

Only the quilt was slowly opened.

He held his breath subconsciously, staring at the bedding with good eyes, and he had already thought about how to scold Zhao Zhen after confirming that Zhao Zhen was safe and sound.

However, protruding from the quilt was a blood-stained arm.

The rough and short black palms were stiff and heavy, with streaks of flesh remaining between the nails, and the bright red blood flowed down the arms, soaking through the white bedding.

That's not Zhao Zhen's hand.

He subconsciously took half a step back.

Zhao Zhen's hands are very beautiful, the shape of the fingers is very beautiful, and the close-up shots of the filming don't even need to use hand models.Although Zhao Zhen has many small scars on his hands, they are all proof of his hard work in acting.

Instead of such a pair of rough, ugly...

Blood-stained hands.

When he was in a daze, the person under the blanket finally showed his face.

The face of the "person" lying on Zhao Zhen's bed was covered with blood, and he was still chewing a piece of bloody raw meat, which looked like thigh meat. His face was pale and cold, and there was a knife on his neck. hurt.

Obviously long dead.

So, what is the corpse chewing in its mouth...?

At that moment, the fear of guessing another possibility even overwhelmed his fear of ghosts.

He didn't want to know how the dead body appeared in his room, and he didn't want to know why the dead body could still move.

He just wanted to desperately find an excuse to prove to himself that Zhao Zhen is still alive and well, instead of becoming food in the mouth of a dead body!

When Song Ci was chased all the way out of the room, Zhao Zhen was still thinking about him in his heart.

But he soon discovered that not only was something wrong in his own room, but at the very least, something was wrong with Lu Xingxing's room as well!

Blood was dragged all over the floor in the wide open door, and the furniture and bedding were toppled over, as if a fierce battle had taken place.

But Song Ci didn't have time to take a closer look.

Because after he ran out, more dead bodies appeared from the courtyard and wanted to catch him.

Song Ci knew what would happen if he was caught by those things.

So even if he is not good at sports, his lungs will explode when he runs, and every breath is painful, and his feet that have lost his slippers are worn out when they step on the rough ground, and he has been gritting his teeth give up.

He didn't know where to run, but he only knew that if he didn't run, he would die.

But the fool, the fool!

Song Ci opened his mouth like a dehydrated fish and breathed desperately, while staring at An Nanyuan next to him viciously: "Didn't you say you were going to find Brother Yan! Standing here is to learn from Buddha to cut meat and feed eagles? Wake up!"

As he spoke, he viciously reached out and twisted An Nanyuan's waist.

An Nan regained consciousness from the pain, subconsciously followed the pace of running and immediately speeded up. After seeing Song Ci's pale face, he hurriedly half dragged and half dragged Song Ci to continue running forward.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just suddenly felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar, as if I had dreamed about it, so I was distracted."

"You're too distracted to run for your life, don't take me with you if you want to die!" Song Ci shouted angrily.

Yan Shixun's room soon appeared in front of his eyes. An Nanyuan felt relieved when he saw it, and a smile appeared on his face: "We are here, we will be saved with Brother Yan..."

But halfway through An Nanyuan's words, he suddenly stopped.

He always felt that he had experienced this feeling before.

It was as if he had had a dream, everything he experienced now, he had seen in the dream in a trance.

He even had a premonition that when he knocked on Yan Shixun's door, he would find that Yan Shixun was not in the room.

Song Ci was very puzzled by An Nanyuan's hesitation, but An Nanyuan swallowed his saliva, and tremblingly called "Brother Yan", and stretched out his hand to push the door without knocking.

"Squeak-"

The nightmare re-enacted.

The room was empty and there was no sign of Yan Shixun.

But behind them, the dead body covered in blood was already approaching.

Both bodies froze, then slowly turned around and looked behind them.

In the constricted pupils, the corpse's hideous and stiff smile was reflected.

"Yan, brother——ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"