Gamers Are Fierce

　　 Cheng Wen sat on the chair of the rental house, his feet steadily stepping on the floor, and the vibration of the soles rolled up the soot on the ground.

　　 The orange cigarette butts are the only light source in the whole room. Cheng Wen swallowed the clouds anxiously, sticking out his tongue from time to time to lick his dry lips.

　　 "Why haven't you come up yet."

　　 Cheng Wen muttered to himself, stretched his hand under the chair, pulled out the steel baseball bat, and walked to the door to see where Cheng Wu was.

　　 Before he walked to the door, there was a knock on the door.

coming,

　　 Cheng Wen was overjoyed, bent his legs, brought his eyes to the position of the cat's eye, and looked outside through the glass door mirror.

　　 In the door mirror, there is nothing to be seen except a flush.

　　?

　　 Cheng Wen blinked, then leaned in to peer into the cat's eye, but there was still only a patch of red.

　　 Is the red blessing paper of the Spring Festival pasted outside the door?

　　 Cheng Wen was not sure about his memory, hesitated and said softly to the door: "Is Cheng Wu you?"

　　 There is no response.

　　 Cheng Wen licked his dry lips and squeezed the steel baseball bat in his hand. Just about to open the door, he heard the sound of cloth shoe soles rubbing against the concrete floor.

　　 brush pull, brush pull.

　　 The steps are not heavy, but extremely slow, it is easy to sketch in my mind the image of an elderly woman with a bent back and staggering steps, wandering back and forth outside the door.

　　 Cheng Wen raised his voice slightly, "Cheng Wu?"

　　 did not get a response, instead, the old woman’s old and loud voice rang outside the door, "Er Zhu, Er Zhu? Is that you?"

　　 "...this dead old woman."

　　 Cheng Wen cursed secretly in his heart, worrying that the old woman was too noisy, waking up the other residents in the building, and could only put a baseball bat in the corner of the door, which was invisible, and stretched out his hand to open the security door.

　　 The door opened, and an old woman with white hair, an old face and a crooked back stood in the corridor, holding a cloth bag tightly in her hand.

　　 "Second column, where is the second column?"

　　 Cheng Wen saw the swollen bag in the old woman's hand, his eyes straightened, and he said hurriedly: "Er Zhu is inside, grandma, come in first."

　　 "Eh, good."

　　 The old woman nodded slowly and lifted her foot.

　　 Click.

　　 Outside the security door, there was the sound of heavy objects falling.

　　 Gululu.

　　 An irregular sphere fell on the concrete floor in the corridor outside Cheng Wenwu, rolling continuously.

　　 By the moonlight, Cheng Wen could see clearly what the sphere was.

　　 head.

　　 Cheng Wu’s head.

　　 The appearance of the twin brother is the most familiar to Cheng Wen.

　　 But at this time, on Cheng Wu's head, his eyes were opened to the limit. In the bloodshot scarlet eyes, there was boundless fear, his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

　　 At the broken neck, one or two strands of blood spurted from the blood vessels from time to time.

　　 呲, 呲.

　　 Cheng Wen instantly understood what the piece of red he saw in the cat's eye just now—the bloodshot eyeballs of Cheng Wu's head past the security door.

　　 He only felt his scalp numb, two battles, and the old lady who looked at the smile but wanted to scream loudly, but the vocal cords were motionless like a rusty conveyor belt.

　　 The usual brave and vicious, bullying and bullying of the weak, at this time have turned into the most primitive and essential cowardice.

　　 He hurriedly slammed the anti-theft door shut, and his trembling fingers pulled the lock extremely hard.

　　 picked up the steel baseball bat placed in the corner, Cheng Wen stepped back two steps and screamed loudly: "Help! It's on fire! It's on fire!"

　　 The calls for help in the middle of the night often do not get help from the neighbors, while the calls about the fire can attract all the nearby residents.

　　 Cheng Wen held a baseball bat and shouted loudly, but he didn't hear any residents' footsteps in the corridor. The whole building seemed to be in absolute silence, silent.

　　 He forced himself to calm down, stared at the door, slowly backed up, grabbed the mobile phone on the passenger desk, and called the police.

　　 As a local rogue, he usually forces ordinary people to call the police, but now, the panicking Cheng Wen has to use this call as the only life-saving straw.

　　 beep, beep, beep.

　　 The call was quickly connected, and Cheng Wen shouted into the phone: "Hello?! This is Jing..."

　　 "Gluck, shuck."

　　 On the other side of the phone, a narrow, slow laughter interrupted Cheng Wen's words.

　　 "Cock, cock, dear grandson, help grandma open the door."

　　 The voice of an old woman rang on the phone, and Cheng Wen reflexively threw away the phone, as if his palm was burned by the high-temperature steam of Baidu.

what happened? !

　　 Cheng Wen didn’t dare to pant loudly. He rushed to the end of the living room quietly, opened the window and looked down.

　　 The height difference of more than 20 meters made him dizzy-this residential building still retains the walls painted with rough particles of the last century, and there is only a narrow space on the edge of the window, which is extremely difficult for people to climb.

　　 Outside the anti-theft door, the soft knock on the door gradually became louder unconsciously,

　　咚! Boom! Boom!

　　 It was as if an iron sledge hammer was hitting the security door.

The steel-reinforced door body was smashed out of the dent. A ray of moonlight leaked from the gap beside the door and sprinkled on the soot-covered ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The pain of the twin brothers died, completely Diluted by the fear of death,

　　 Cheng Wen hesitated for a moment, put the steel baseball bat on his waist belt, bowed down, and climbed onto the window sill.

　　 He twisted his palms laboriously and climbed onto the raised window sill, his upper body pressed against the edge of the window sill, and his lower body slowly leaned out of the building.

　　 Both feet dropped naturally, Cheng Wen struggled to grasp the balance of his body, trying to make his swinging legs reach the edge of the window sill downstairs.

　　 When he was struggling endlessly, the urging knock on the door suddenly stopped, and the world returned to silence.

　　 Cheng Wen stopped climbing down, as if he felt something, staring at the door that had been smashed through a crack.

　　 click——

　　 A palm, flat to the shape of a piece of paper, came in through the crack of the door,

　　 Then came the arms, head, neck, upper body, and lower body.

　　 The old woman bent one hand forward and one hand behind, with a weird smile on her face, like a piece of paper, she got in diagonally through the crack of the door.

　　Because she kept a slanted posture, Cheng Wen could only see half of her face.

　　 The wrinkled face is extremely "transparent", with well-defined lines, and then moonlight can see all the fine blood vessels distributed in it.

　　 Cheng Wen suddenly remembered the trick he had seen in childhood. This was a shadow puppet, a shadow puppet show.

　　 "Grandson, where are you?"

　　 The paper-like old woman slowly turned around, keeping a horizontal posture, and showed Cheng Wen with a half-face smile, "Ah, so you are here."

　　 The hands of the old woman in the shadow play swayed crazily one after the other, but the whole body was still lying sideways, rushing towards Cheng Wen.