novelraw Chapter 313 Script Killing: The 8th Person (9)
Chapter 313 Script Killing: The 8th Person (9)
Chapter 313 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (9)
Li Lin and Wen Yuan went in first. They lived in the same dormitory with Qin Xu. Although their relationship was tense on weekdays, they still had social interactions.Unlike others, not familiar at all.
After searching around, Li Lin finally found him in the corner of the closet.
Qin Xu, who was always angry and cursed at everything, was now like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting, holding his head tightly.
"Qin Xu?" Li Lin patted him, "What are you doing in the closet at night?"
Qin Xu trembled and twitched all over, completely ignoring his words.
Guo Meizhen felt that the room was dark and uncomfortable.Standing by the door, she reached out and patted the light switch in the room.
Useless.
Still dark.
"What's going on with this broken place!" Guo Meizhen pressed several times.
Seeing that it hadn't opened yet, she gave up.
Walking to the window, he raised his hand and was about to pull the curtains violently.
Qin Xu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly widened his eyes and roared angrily, "Don't move!"
Guo Meizhen was startled by him.I wanted to withdraw my hand, but I couldn't restrain myself anymore.
The musty-smelling curtains were pulled aside by her.
still dark
Guo Meizhen thought what it was, patted her chest, turned her head and stared at him, "You bastard! You're still a man!"
"Boom—" Menlei seemed to punch a hole in the sky.
Pale lightning flashed across the dark night, illuminating the glass windows with the length of the arms of the three people, but it was only for a moment, and it was quickly extinguished.
I don't know if other people saw it clearly, but Jiang Wan vaguely saw it, "Pull the curtains, quick!"
How could Guo Meizhen listen to her preaching, "I won't"
"bump--"
Before she could finish speaking, there was a muffled sound on the glass.
Qin Xu shrank back into the closet, and tightly covered his ears with both hands, "Here he goes again, that thing came again!"
thing?
what!
Several people were puzzled, and before they could get to the bottom of Qin Xu, another bolt of lightning struck down.
All eyes subconsciously looked up the window.
Seeing this, everyone gasped.
Outside the glass window, there was a dense pile of black things, round, big and small.
At first glance, it looks like a fruit, but it is much bigger than a fruit.
Those "fruits" smashed on the glass, almost smashing the glass, and drilled into the house.
This thing is too evil!
For no reason, why did it grow all over the window, and it still moves?
The evil door is an evil door, but it doesn't feel particularly scary, especially when there are so many people in the room.
Guo Meizhen suppressed the fear in her heart, forced a smile and curled her lips, "What's the big deal! It might be the fruit on the tree. When the wind blows like this, it smashes on the glass."
Jiang Wan squinted her eyes, and her eyes were already looking for someone who could defend herself in the room, "No. Listen carefully!"
As soon as she spoke, several people were half-believed and fell silent, but they also pricked up their ears.
Everyone kept their mouths shut and breathed lightly.
Can.
Several people could clearly hear countless voices talking in low voices.
There are men, women, old people and children.
Sometimes they cry, sometimes they laugh.What he said was hard to hear, but he could feel that the voice was as real as it was ringing in his ears.
The lightning outside the window blinded people's eyes, and they couldn't help squinting.When it slowly opened again, the beating of people in the room stopped, and even the strength to stand up was almost exhausted.
On the window, a large "fruit" in the middle swayed a few times, then slowly squirmed against the glass and turned around little by little.
Pointy and thin almond-shaped eyes, and strangely bright red lips are stuck to the window.
That flat face opened its mouth, smiling and muttering something with thin lips.
Terrible yes.This thing has no body, let alone a human face, but it can imitate human speech, and the sound is like chanting a mantra.
As the thunder fell outside the window, the densely packed "fruits" on the glass also turned around.
The same black eyes, red lips.
Outside the window, those paper figurines kept moving their heads.
The rain wets the faces, and the blood-stained paint flows down the windows
(End of this chapter)