The world of ghost stories: Start by creating a laughing nightmare!

After a long coma, Fumio finally woke up again.

He felt his body very heavy and still thirsty, but he was barely able to move, presumably because some part of his body had sacrificed himself.

"Water..."

Fumio stood up and walked downstairs as he propped up the stairs.

The door slowly opened, revealing a dark space within.

There was only dirt on the tile floor at the doorway, and the black goo substance looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Further inside, several dim lamps hung from the ceiling, revealing a dim glow that allowed Fumio to barely see the outlines of some objects.

Under the illumination of that light, Fumio could faintly see the color on the ground, which was scarlet that belonged to blood...

The blood stains all over the ground smelled of blood, and the lights next to him flickered and went out, making Fumio feel instinctive fear.

"Buzz..."

, the chainsaw that was constantly working somewhere made a buzzing sound,

which scared Fumio so much that he almost passed out.

The high blood pressure caused by the lack of water made him dizzy, and the fragile cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels warned him that if he didn't drink water, he would die of thirst.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

a figure lying on the board suddenly coughed,

and several blood flowers floated out of his throat.

The figure looked like a human, but Fumio wasn't sure.

Courageously, he approached the figure and realized that it was indeed a human.

He was completely stripped of his clothes and tied to a chainsaw.

"Woo...

"I... I don't know, I'm sorry..."

Fumio looked at the man who was constantly struggling, a little overwhelmed, he was a little flustered by the situation in front of him.

"Woooooooo

The board with the human strapped to it suddenly began to move forward, and the jigsaw left a string of cut cracks in the board....

"Woooooooooooo

Blood quenches thirst.

Fumio looked at the man's eyes for help, and sat down on the ground trembling.

He wasn't scared because the human was about to die, but he was terrified by the evil that had come out of him.

"Huh

The jigsaw sliced his body in half, and the splatters of blood formed a reddish stain on the plank.

Fumio didn't care if he was evil or not, his instinct to survive prompted him to swallow those horrible liquids.

He kept telling himself in his head that it was pig blood, which had nothing to do with what he saw, and that it was a pig that had just died...

After drinking a very large amount of blood, Fumio opened his eyes and found that the one lying on the board had really turned into a pig.

He continued to drink ecstatically until his stomach was full.

"Yes... "

The area of that slaughterhouse is not large, there are only a dozen compartments, each with a chainsaw, and live pigs to be slaughtered.

Fumio found a clean-looking hazmat suit, put it on, and walked down the floor.

Halfway through, he felt very uncomfortable in his stomach after drinking too much unclean stuff, and accidentally vomited.

As a result, he forgot that he was still wearing a protective suit and vomited directly inside the protective suit.

The smell of gastric juice mixed with the smell of blood made Fumio almost pass out.

He hurriedly lifted the lid of his suit and threw up in the stairwell.

After throwing up for about five or six minutes, Fumio felt much better.

Although most of the things were spit out by him, there was still some water absorbed by him, relieving his body's urgent needs.

"Ahem... Continue..."

Fumio,

who was a little unconscious, reluctantly remembered that he had to buckle up his protective suit and continue down the stairs.

As a result, after only one partition, he discovered the existence of the fourth layer.

A man poked his head out of the fourth floor, glanced at Fumio, and then shrank back.

Fumio didn't dare to make a rash move, and walked slowly down the stairwell, using his most controllable posture to keep himself from making too much noise.

"Wow!"

he was about to reach the toilet door when he heard the sound of water.

There was still the man standing in the doorway, and he put his hand under the faucet and rinsed it vigorously, and the water was very strong.

The man was dressed in a neat suit and his hair was meticulously combed, and he didn't look like someone who would appear in a public toilet.

Fumio asked tentatively, "Sir?"

The

man's body suddenly fell to the ground and began to convulse.

His bones twisted themselves in a terrible position, all the muscles began to twitch and disintegrate, and the skin began to reassemble...

Under that terrible scene, Fumio completely lost his mind.

I don't know where Fumio got the courage, so he kicked the mutated man, kicked him to the side, and then left without looking back.

Fumio took two steps in one step, almost jumping, jumping down the steps, for fear that the man would catch up with him.

As he traveled faster and faster, the lights around him became dimmer and dimmed, and finally even went out completely.

He hurriedly took out his flashlight, but because he had just dizzy and put his backpack inside the protective suit, the flashlight could only shine through the mask.

Fumio's speed slowed down.

As soon as he slowed himself, he heard a crackling sound with the sound of water behind him.

The vague voice made Fumio feel more urgency than ever, as if the monster was really already waiting for him.

In a panic, Fumio began to abandon the flashlight and, relying on his memory, began to jump up the stairs.

"Boom!"

"Ahh

"Bang...

But as soon as Fumio stopped, the footsteps of the monster came from behind him, telling him to keep moving even if he jumped.

As he barely descended to the bottom of the partition, Fumio saw a ray of light.

Outside an open door, there is a very normal asphalt road, and the street lamps also illuminate the surrounding environment, which looks like the industrial park where he works.

Those who worked overtime were still with the lights on and were staying up late working inside.

It's raining outside, and the raindrops are splashing on the ground, and it's very clear...

(Xiao Geng's hand.,I wrote 2.2w words today.,It's cool.,There's an update tomorrow.,Come back on Sunday and give everyone more 10,000 apologies!)