Chapter 325 - Chapter 325: Ten fingers.1
Chapter 325: Ten fingers.1
Translator: 549690339
After entering the mission scenario, signing the lease contract with the property management Office, and moving into the old building, No. 3 felt that something was wrong.
A pregnant woman in the neighborhood had died. Her body was left rotting in her room for many days before it was discovered.
She used some methods to find out that the deceased’s surname was Chu, and her husband’s surname was Qin, which happened to match the ‘Qin, Chu’ in the ‘dead Qin is not Chu’ of this mission.
This was definitely not a coincidence!
The trial space would not send her, number one, and number two to the same place for no reason. The ‘Qin and Chu’ couple in the mission should be related to the mission notification.
After being at a disadvantage due to her identity, number three didn’t know as much about this mission as song qingxiao and number two. However, with her instincts as a participant, she still had a vague feeling that she had to prevent Qin Heng from dying in the hands of the person with the surname Chu.
After she found out about that, she paid more attention to 17-4.
The apartment she had rented from the property management Office was on No. 13-4, which happened to be in the same location as No. 17-4 where the accident had taken place.
After entering the residential area, number three smelled the lingering stench. Logically speaking, the rotten female body of No. 17-4 had been moved away, so the stench should have dissipated.
However, the smell of death did not disappear after the bodies were moved away. Instead, it became stronger and stronger.
Even if the doors and windows were locked, the stench could still enter the house through the gaps.
In the evening, No. 3 noticed that a layer of mist had started to form in the community. It slowly climbed up the window and condensed into tiny beads of water.
This fog was simply too strange. As time passed, it showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, it became thicker and thicker.
Number three had been lying on the bed early and was listening to the sounds outside.
The surroundings were extremely quiet. There was no noise at all. It was as if everyone had a tacit understanding in this environment and stopped making any noise at this moment.
Sometimes, this kind of silence didn’t bring peace and tranquility, but an indescribable pressure and horror.
Even number three was feeling unusually frustrated. At around one or two 0 ‘clock in the night, number three heard the sound of someone falling into the water.
The voice seemed to have come from the direction of the washroom. She couldn’t tell when it had started, but it seemed to have been ringing for a long time.
The neighborhood was old, and it might have been leaking from the upper floors through the ceiling.
She turned around and happened to hear the roar from downstairs.
A man roared in anger,”
“Who doesn’t bury the dead in their house? Why is it so smelly?”
The sound seemed to have broken the rules of silence, reverberating back and forth in the entire building. Number three’s heart skipped a beat. Driven by her instinct, she turned over and sat up on the bed, opening the door.
Tonight, the corridor was eerily quiet. The elevator was descending at a rapid speed, and the shaft of the cable wire made a ‘whoosh’ sound. It was obvious that it was ready to welcome the person who came back in the middle of the night.
Number three started to climb up the safety ladder to the 17th floor with an inexplicable mentality.
Her movements were unusually agile, which did not match her fat body. Through the gap of the safety door, she saw the elevator stop on the 17th floor, and a dispirited man walked out.
No. 3 saw Qin Heng walk to the door of No. 17-4. The unlocked door creaked open. After Qin Heng walked in, the door closed slowly and swallowed his figure inside.
At this time, a scene that made No. 3’s hair stand on end happened. After Qin Heng entered, black mist slowly seeped out from the crack of the door and wrapped around the door.
Number three gathered her courage and tried to get closer. She reached out to pull the door, but it seemed to be welded shut in all directions. No matter how hard she tried, it did not move.
17-4 In the room, the sound of water dripping was getting more and more frequent, and it was slowly overflowing from the bathroom.
Qin Heng’s voice was hoarse, but he still didn’t get a response.
The water in the bathroom started to spread out like venomous snakes, slithering in all directions from the door of the bathroom.
As the water surged, the dripping sound was like a talisman that urged people to die.
His phone had not rung for a long time. Chu ke’s strange song had stopped, but this silence could not comfort Qin Heng. On the contrary, it made him feel even more afraid.
“Help me…”
Qin Heng was scared out of his wits. His hand reached out from the hole in the door and kept grabbing, trying to grab a life-saving duckweed to save himself from this land of despair.
His hands reached out more and more, and he wished he could squeeze his body into the hole and get out of the cage.
In fact, he knew that it was useless.
When he came back, the surroundings were extremely quiet. No matter how loudly he cursed, made a lot of noise, or when he returned home and found that something was wrong, no one cared.
If someone had heard his voice and was willing to save him, they would have come a long time ago. They would not have waited until now.
However, at the moment of life and death, the desire to live still prevailed, and he tried his best to reach out and touch.
He had been doing this for a long time. The corridor outside was empty, and the only response he got was the ‘whooshing’ of the cold wind.
Perhaps no one would find out that he was trapped tonight. This time, he reached out his hand only because of his survival instinct.
However, as his hand was reaching out, he suddenly touched something extremely cold.
That thing was slightly hard. Once he touched it, Qin Heng shivered from the cold.
As soon as he moved his finger, the cold object moved with him.
It also seemed to be a hand, a little fat, cold and hard. He shouted for a long time, and finally someone came, holding the hand tightly in joy.
“Help!” The moment Qin Heng touched this hand, the fire of hope burst out of his eyes. He instinctively called out, but then he vaguely felt that something was not right.
After the fat hand was grabbed by him, it did not shake him off, nor did it say anything to comfort him. Instead, as if it was extremely greedy for his body temperature, it slowly opened its fingers, squeezed each of his fingers away, and inserted its own fingers into the gap between his fingers, interlocking their fingers.
This kind of movement was too strange, and the hand was unusually hard, like a pile of frozen meat, and it even had a feeling of wet ice.
Once she touched him, the terrifying chill spread from the place where their palms met, passed through Qin Heng’s palm, into his arm, followed the blood vessels, and flowed into every part of his body.
In the middle of the night, there was no one around. He had been calling for help for a long time, but no one had answered. Why did someone appear at his door at this time?
Even if someone had discovered him and intended to save him, why would they use such a method to intertwine their fingers with his?
At this moment, his blood seemed to have been frozen by the coldness of his palm and stopped flowing. Qin Heng was so frightened that he forgot to pull his hand back.
He was like a robot that had not been oiled for a long time. He turned his head with great difficulty and saw the phone in his other hand. The phone had not rung for a long time. Before this, Chu ke had made many calls and told him,”
“I’m back,”