Nightmare Attack

Apartment No. 2.

The young man, who goes by the alias of Jiao Tailang, stood in the living room with his back against the wall, holding a sharp knife flashing with cold light in his hand.

A pair of eyes looked around vigilantly.

All the lights in the living room were turned on, and she was holding a flashlight in her left hand. Although the power was not enough, it could still be used after knocking.

"Zila——"

"Zila——"

When he heard the sound, he shuddered all over.

Here it comes.

That sound came again!

This matter started half an hour ago, when Jiao Tailang had just arrived at his room, which was Room 404 in Apartment No. 2.

Unlike most people, he was very satisfied with this room number.

He had studied abroad before, and he had just returned to China not long ago. He usually liked to read supernatural novels, so he clearly knew how much the three numbers 404 had a restraining effect on demons and monsters.

He had the illusion that he had already secured this.

After checking the room, he closed the doors of the bedroom and the bathroom, and prepared to deal with it in the living room until dawn.

But just as he was about to lie on the sofa, take a rest and catch his breath, there was a slow knock on the door.

Not just once.

But for a while.

Very slowly, but every time, it seemed to knock into his heart, giving people the feeling of a blunt knife cutting meat.

He sat up immediately.

When he came here, he observed in the corridor. This place is quite shabby, and there are rental notices on the doors of many rooms.

And these rental notices are also very old, and they look like they have been there for a long time.

For the time being, he didn't see any neighbors nearby, except for Wan Yuanning who was on the same floor as him, in room 409.

She was a girl who was not good at speaking and was relatively dull. After nodding to him, she opened the door and went into her room.

He didn't think it would be her who knocked on the door.

He tiptoed to the back of the door, looked out through the cat's eye on the door quickly, and the moment he put his eyes to the cat's eye, the knocking suddenly stopped.

There was nothing outside, only the rental notice on the opposite door flapped back and forth in the night wind, like a dying white butterfly.

No one

Jiao Tailang swallowed his saliva and immediately distanced himself from the door. He would not be stupid enough to open the door to see what was outside.

After all, the range of the cat's eye was limited. The person hiding on the sides or behind the door was a blind spot.

Or maybe the guest was standing outside the door.

It was just that his mortal eyes could not see it.

Thinking too much would only make him think wildly, so he continued to retreat.

When he retreated and passed the kitchen, he pulled out a sharp knife. It might not be useful for those things, but at least it could comfort himself.

Just after he adjusted his breathing again, the strange knock on the door came again.

Jiao Tailang's eyes suddenly shrank into a slit.

He did not move closer to look, but mechanically turned his neck and looked behind him. Behind him was the bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed, and the knock on the door came from inside!

Someone was standing behind the bedroom door, knocking.

No, not knocking, but scraping with something sharp, the sound was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the eardrum.

"Zila——"

"Zila——"

It was the same rhythm as before, slow, with an uncomfortable tail sound, very strange.

It was as if someone, holding a rusty knife, was scraping the door with the tip of the knife behind the bedroom door, which was only one door away from him.

The picture that appeared in his mind made his face change drastically.

The bedroom door was different from the room door. It looked very fragile. More importantly, there was no lock, which meant that the things in the bedroom could come out at any time.

Just as he realized this, the scratching sound in the bedroom suddenly disappeared, and then, Jiao Tailang clearly saw that the door handle turned.

"Click."

The body reacted before the brain, and he immediately rushed to the bedroom door, grabbed the door handle and pulled it towards himself.

At the same time, he used the key inserted in the lock hole of the bedroom door to lock the door.

After doing all this, the air seemed to solidify, and he didn't even dare to blink.

Until the sound in the bedroom finally disappeared.

Panting, he staggered back and finally sat on the sofa.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the mineral water he had taken out of the refrigerator before, twisted it several times, and finally unscrewed the bottle cap.

Just when he was about to drink a sip of water to calm down, the strange friction sound rang again.

Jiao Tailang was stunned for a moment.

The sound was under the sofa.

Slowly leaning forward, he looked down at his feet with trembling eyes. A green hand stretched out from under the sofa, and the sharp nails scraped the floor, leaving 5 scratches.

The next second, it grabbed his foot.

"Ahhh!"

""

After listening to someone's narration, the people gathered in the lobby of Building 1 fell silent. They sat around an abandoned wooden table.

The wooden table had a broken leg and was padded with a few stones.

There was nothing on the table except dust, only a hand was thrown on it alone.

"So," the fat man stared at the hand, swallowed his saliva, and looked at the very excited Banana Wolf.

"At that time, this hand suddenly stretched out from under the sofa and grabbed my foot. I was so scared that I didn't have time to react, so I made up my mind." Banana Wolf said excitedly.

"You're so cruel that your hand fell off?" Chu Jiu, who looked like a student, was so frightened that his voice changed.

"That's not true. I just stabbed it out of desperation." Jiao Tailang explained.

"Where's the knife?" Liu Guo looked more mature than the others and considered the problem more comprehensively.

"Oh, here it is." Jiao Tailang reached out from his waist and dug out, "Fat brother," he stretched his neck to his side and looked at the fat man and said, "Please step back a little."

The fat man took a few steps back.

Then, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, Jiao Tailang took out a large knife close to 30 centimeters from his pants, with a very sharp front end.

Probably because I was worried about hurting myself, I wrapped both sides with paper shells and then wrapped them with thick tape, leaving only the handles exposed.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Dao first, then at Jiao Tailang, and said, "Brother, you can fit it in your pants."

"It's not bad." Jiao Tailang replied.

After passing the knife around, everyone's attention returned to the severed hand. It was not a human hand, at least not a living person's.

It's that cheap rubber feel.

The nails are very long, and the front end is as sharp as a knife. The nails are covered with various patterns, as well as small decorations such as stars and moons glued on.

"This looks like a manicure, right?" Wei Jinting stepped forward and touched it, grinned, raised his head and said, "Hey, don't tell me, it looks pretty."

But after realizing that Jiao Tailang, who was holding a knife, looked at him with unfriendly eyes, he obediently retracted his claws.