My Girlfriend is a Zombie

The darkness enveloped this gloomy hotel, the deep corridor, and a closed door, which added a bit of terror.

On the walls and on the carpet, you can see a suspicious dark black mark on the beach.

"call!"

The smoking man landed on the tip of his feet and moved briskly along the corridor.

The atmosphere of this ghost film shooting scene will not affect him.

Whether it was heartbeat, breathing, or movement, he adjusted to the best condition when he stepped into the hotel.

At this time, he is like a shadow of the night, silent and difficult to capture.

The task... means a lot of rewards.

Especially when this kind of task is completed, it will become a focus of attention, and it is even more attractive.

It’s just that it’s not too difficult to find Lucy and then force it.

As long as it is not found.

"Even the big knife is so unscrupulous and it has not been discovered. I am good at concealment, and certainly will not be discovered. No problem."

The smoking man thought in his heart.

His attention was always highly concentrated as he passed quickly through the corridor.

Gently stick it on the door, and then use the hearing that has been amplified several times to find out if there is someone inside.

Even if there is only one person breathing in the room, he can clearly capture it.

嘎吱——

Suddenly there was a soft bang that made the smoking man almost fly out of the sky.

He almost subconsciously clung to the wall and then squinted at the direction of the sound.

"What... is it blown by the wind?"

He leaned against the wall slowly and then jumped to the door with a gun.

nobody……

The window was open and a layer of white tulle was shaking in the wind.

"Scare me..."

The smoking man just rubbed a cold sweat and suddenly realized what.

This door is so heavy, how can the wind blow?

brush!

Cold sweat immediately emerged from the back of the smoking man. He stared at the door and looked at his eyes. He suddenly noticed five scratches at the door.

Deep white marks, there seems to be a trace of blood...

"What is this? Blood handprint?" The smoking man was nervous for a moment.

"Oh, no, isn't this a new sawdust? Is it a zombie? Impossible, how can a guard let a zombie slip in?"

The smoking man looked nervously inside, one rolled, and appeared in the house with a gun.

Empty bed, empty bathroom...

Nothing in the room.

Suddenly, the smoking man turned his eyes to the window.

"The door is just open, the scratch is just left, there is no one inside the house, then..."

The smoking man slowly took the gun to the window and quickly explored the corner of the window.

He finally turned his eyes to the open window and slowly approached the past.

Suddenly, the smoking man jumped up and grabbed his back neck: "What!"

At the moment of turning around, he felt as if a cold air suddenly blew on his back neck, and it seemed that one hand reached out and patted his head.

It feels too real, not at all like an illusion.

Can be inside, still empty!

"Haunted? Hahaha... How is this possible? There must be zombies, how can a ghost have..."

The smoking man slowly receded toward the window...

What he did not find was that in the darkness, a silver thread had reached his heel...

"Hey!"

He fell heavily on the edge of the bed, a sharp pain in the back of his head, a black front, almost not directly fainted.

"what happened!"

The smoking man quickly grabbed the gun, rolled it on the spot, and turned to aim at the window.

"Call~"

Except for the cold wind that runs through, there is nothing at all...

Even when he dared to stick his head, he saw nothing.

"It’s a hell!"

The smoking man cursed in his heart, but on his forehead, his hand was filled with cold sweat.

"Mom, what are you doing!"

The smoking man ran out of the room in a panic, then took a deep breath twice and calmed down.

After all, it was a battle, although the things just happened were very different, but he still restrained the urge to escape from it immediately.

"There is also a round here, not to mention the task has not yet begun..."

He clenched his gun and felt a little calm in his heart.

As long as there is a gun in hand, he feels more calm.

"However, I still have to consider the possibility of being discovered. That Yin Jie, even his own place is not willing to tell me, obviously worried that if I am caught, it will lead to a complete failure of the plan... Mom, that round Still not coming!"

The smoking man walked slowly along the corridor, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of him.

He almost pulled the trigger without thinking about it, but the bullet hit the wall, but it shot empty.

Although it is silenced, there are still subtle sounds echoing in the hallway.

"who!"

The smoking man leaned nervously over the past, and the dark stairway reached out and saw no fingers, as if he was lurking in the dark.

He immediately concentrated his abilities on his eyes, and his vision improved a lot.

Even in this darkness, you can see it...

"Is that the spiritual singer? If the thing is just the ghost he made... Yes, the mental abilities are melee, I have a gun!"

The smoking man’s heart is set in a big heart: “There is a performance of being a ghost and a lack of strength...”

After entering the stairs, the mentality of the smoking man has calmed down a lot.

As he walked up the stairs, a woman's chuckle suddenly floated behind him and floated over.

Very short, but very clear!

It was as if the other person suddenly appeared behind him and suddenly disappeared.

He turned quickly and pointed his gun at the corridor behind him.

The corridor is empty, nothing...

The smoking man quickly turned back to the stairs, but just as he turned his head, at the top of the stairs, a shadow like the old TV suddenly appeared.

The shadow squatted on the ground, and the whole thing was like having systemic arthritis. With the sound of "咔嚓咔嚓", he slowly climbed toward him.

It seems that the movement is very slow, but it appears in front of him in the blink of an eye and changes the posture at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.

Just lying on the ground, I stood in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Long black hair, **** red eyes like zombies, looks like a kaleidoscope...

"what!"

The smoking man screamed in a short, almost unconsciously and continuously pulled the pistol.

The bullet hit the railing and made a crisp sound...

In front of the smoking man, the figure has disappeared silently.

In the entire stairwell, there is no one...only the front and rear stairs lead to the upper and lower layers of the black scorpion...

The smoking man was sweating and quickly attached to the wall.

"Illusion? Not right, he is not an actor who can create hallucinations! But what is the arthritis patient? Isn't that a typical female ghost? If it dies, it will be resentful, and the result will be systemic. The standard female ghost image of arthritis..."

He slowly pressed against the wall and retreated to the stairway: "No, no, as a staunch materialist, I will never be afraid..."

"when!"

I don’t know where it came from a sudden force that took away the gun in his hand.

Losing the weapon, the smoking man suddenly lost his horror.

But without waiting for him to move, a figure has already appeared in front of him.

This is a very neat little Lolly, except for a bit pale face...

"what!"

With a change of tone, and even prolonged the screams of the tail, the smoking man instinctively wants to make a good start.

But soon he thought, isn't this the one in Lingmo's group?

Sure enough, just pretend to be a ghost!

The smoking man in the heart of the sneer sneered, is about to shoot...

But at this time, this Loli suddenly flashed a red light on her neck.

At the same time, this little Lolita with her eyes closed, asked with a crisp voice: "Uncle, uncle, have you seen my eyes?"

Numerous silver wires suddenly came out of her, and it seemed to be faintly shining in the dark...

"Eyes...not hanging around your neck! How did you come from these silk threads, why didn't you wrestle your uncle's hands and feet?"

The smoking man’s heart is awkward, but his body is not moving at all. (To be continued.)