I made myself the protagonist

The dim room exudes the faint fragrance of flowers, and three sticks of sandalwood are burning in front of the shrine. The two smells are mixed together, making people smell soothing and comfortable, and just want to lie down and have a good sleep.

The machine needle quickly landed on the fabric, and the densely packed threads gradually stretched. Aunt Mei pushed the clothes with one hand, stepped on the pedals rhythmically with both feet, and did the work in hand seriously.

"Okay, okay, don't do it. Didn't that girl just say there's no rush?" Uncle Dong stood up from the Taishi chair and placed the cattail leaf fan on the coffee table next to him.

"This is the cheongsam worn by A-Feng from the late-night snack stall. She will go to a relative's house for a drink at noon tomorrow." Aunt Mei said without raising her head.

"It turns out it's that fat pig." Uncle Dong interrupted his wife impatiently, cursing: "Damn it, I ask you to mend clothes at every turn. How fat has it become? Do pigs also need to wear clothes?

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"You, please be more polite." After hearing her husband's words, Aunt Mei took off her reading glasses and saw that the time on the wall clock was almost midnight, and she felt tired just now.

She rubbed her shoulders and turned her cheongsam over: "They usually bring us late night snacks, just to do a small favor. I'm almost done, so if you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

Uncle Dong sighed and walked to the sewing machine.

The garbage in the room was usually taken away by Su Li who came to the door before. With nothing to do, he walked around the room a few times and finally walked to the door: "Damn, I usually have supper at night, but now I'm hungry.

I said, this is all the conspiracy of that fat pig, who wants to feed us to be as fat as her."

"What a mouth you have..."

Aunt Mei shook her head helplessly: "I was so busy today that I forgot to buy glutinous rice downstairs. In this case, I will go down and buy it."

"Forget it, forget it, hurry up and get dressed. I just have nothing to do, so I'll go down and take a walk. By the way, a little less salt for your share, right?" Uncle Dong looked at Aunt Mei, who was immersed in working at the sewing machine, and thought

I thought that when I went downstairs and met Ah Feng at a late-night snack stall, I would scold her bloody.

Although he has a hot temper and harsh words, he still has a very deep relationship with his wife, who has always supported him.

"Yes, yes, be careful when you go downstairs, it's dark outside." Aunt Mei responded.

Looking at his wife's busy figure, Uncle Dong shook his head helplessly, and the expression on his face gradually softened. After saying goodbye, he closed the door.

Uncle Dong came out of the room with a flashlight and wanted to take the elevator. At this moment, there was a burst of running footsteps in the empty corridor behind him, and he vaguely heard the sound of children laughing.

Uncle Dong turned around and looked at the dark corridor behind him, and found a barefoot child running past him quickly, and rushed into the stairwell with a "whoosh".

"Damn it, there are little brats playing outside in the middle of the night. The adults in the family are absolutely dead?!"

Although he was cursing, he remembered that the stairwell was cold and unsafe at night, so he followed him, hoping to get the child home as soon as possible.

The moment he opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, and the broom standing on the wall fell down. Uncle Dong was startled by the sudden movement, and the flashlight in his hand rolled down the steps to the bottom.

In the darkness, the naked child just now was squatting in the corner of the steps below, eating something with relish.

"You little bastard, you stayed up late at night and hid here to eat. Why don't you go back quickly!"

Uncle Dong stepped forward and suddenly smelled a strange smell in the air, which was very similar to the smell that came from the kitchen when his wife was killing chickens at home a few days ago.

As he spoke, he felt that the ground under his feet was covered with dark dirt, and when he stepped on it, thin threads could be pulled out.

Uncle Dong rubbed the soles of his shoes angrily and planned to go downstairs to pick up the flashlight.

However, at this moment, the child in the corner seemed to sense the movement behind him and turned his head suddenly.

That's not the face of a normal child at all.

There were no eyes or nose on the pale, gray face, only a mouth that looked like it had been cut open by a razor blade.

A large amount of black pus and blood seeped downwards along the cracks at the corners of the mouth, and the dirty blood on the steps came from its mouth. When looking at Uncle Dong, the child twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of

Sharp teeth.

"ah!!!!!"

Uncle Dong was greatly frightened, and his feet were slippery. He let out a cramped scream, and then his center of gravity became unstable and he rolled down the stairs, hitting his cervical vertebrae heavily on the steps.

Uncle Dong was like a fish out of water. He was not completely dead. Instead, he lay on the ground and twitched continuously. He let out intermittent animal-like whimpers and tried to send out a distress signal.

The pair of pale calves ran away quickly along the steps. Then, the door of the escape passage opened, and a pair of black cloth shoes appeared in his sight.

"Help...Ajiu..."

Uncle Dong's eyes showed joy. Ah Jiu was a Taoist priest who lived in the same building. His wife often went to his place to worship.

He stretched out his hand towards Ah Jiu with great difficulty, and the latter helped him up and brought him to the stairs.

Uncle Dong thought he was finally saved, but in the next second, a fierce light suddenly appeared in the other person's eyes. An ominous premonition came to mind. Before Uncle Dong could call for help, Ah Jiu used his arms to push him down from the 24th floor.

In the stairwell of the ninth floor, a large amount of blood spread from Uncle Dong's mouth and nose to the concrete floor. Uncle Dong stared at his eyes and lay quietly on the ground.

His lower jaw was shattered by the impact; two rows of teeth were exposed, the bones pierced his skin, the right half of his body was shattered, and his face was covered with blood and dirty stains.

Uncle Dong opened his breathless mouth, and his turbid pupils reflected the pale light of the corridor...

The light flickers on and off...flickers uncertainly...eventually, it is annihilated by darkness.

Ling Yun was covered in cold sweat and sat up suddenly from the bed.

In the darkness, he was breathing heavily. After seeing the light of the desk lamp in the living room shining through the wall, he calmed down a little.

Ling Yun had a nightmare just now. In the dream, they failed to change the plot. After Uncle Dong died, Ah Jiu turned him into a zombie. The zombies carried out a crazy massacre on the residents, and no one was spared.

"I don't know how Uncle Dong is doing."

Thinking of what Su Li said before, Ling Yun suddenly felt his mouth go dry. Apart from being worried, he also understood that worrying about it now would be of no use as he would only know the exact news tomorrow.

What I can do now is to keep my spirits high and stay in top condition to cope with what is going to happen next.

So, Ling Yun took a sip of water, put down the cup, and looked at the door. Soon he heard Zhao Sicheng's thunderous snoring outside the house.

"This fat man has such a big heart."

Ling Yun smiled bitterly and made the bed by himself at first, intending to sleep on one side with Zhao Sicheng so that even if something happened, the two of them would be able to cope with it.

But who knew that the other party disliked me as a man, said that sleeping together was awkward, and refused to live in the same room, insisting on sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing that it was around three o'clock in the night, Ling Yun put down the cup and lay back again, planning to continue sleeping. But once he woke up, it was not that easy to feel sleepy.

At this moment, Ling Yun's mind was in chaos, and he had no definite plan in mind about what to do next.

In this plot, Aunt Mei is the key. Aunt Mei was kind throughout her life, but she did evil things at the end of her life.

In Ling Yun's view, the evil in her human nature stems from weakness, not love. After Uncle Dong's death, she was afraid that the person she had relied on for her whole life would leave, so she tried her best to keep him.

However, out of such weakness, a flower of evil actually grew.

Whether it's killing Uncle Yan, the security guard who knows her secret, or sending young children to zombies for them to eat, both are great evils.

"Human nature."

Ling Yun sighed and decided to start with Aunt Mei, paying close attention to her every move in the past few days.

Although he knew very well that his group was currently living in Qian Xiaohao's fantasy, but unlike the plot setting in the movie, once the player died during this period, there would be no chance to come back again.

He stared at the dark ceiling for a long time: there was a large black mark left on the damp and moldy wall. He hadn't noticed it when he first moved in, but no matter how he looked at it now, Ling Yun felt extremely awkward.

For some reason, he always felt that the mold spots were like the outline of a person.

And as this strange thought came out, he felt more and more creepy. After three or four minutes, Ling Yun felt that if he continued like this, he would be frightened to death by his own imagination.

It's better to go to bed quickly.

Abandoning the random thoughts in his mind, Ling Yun turned over and faced the bed. But just when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly noticed a black shadow moving slowly along the wall.

Could it be that Zhao Sicheng got up at night?

After a few seconds of silence, Ling Yun wanted to call out the other party's name, but the next second, he suddenly heard Zhao Sicheng's loud snoring coming from outside the living room again.

Not only that, judging from the shape of the shadow, the other party's figure is also completely different from Zhao Sicheng.

"Swish" "swish" "swish"

It was as if slippers were gently rubbing against the ground, and faintly, a faint, low cough could be heard.

After walking around aimlessly for two times, the "person" in the living room gradually came to his door. Looking at the shadow fixed on the wall, at this moment, Ling Yun's breathing almost stopped.

He was very sure that there was a "person" standing at his door.

It's looking at itself!