Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 83: Shadow

Cheng Wen sat on a chair in the rental house, his feet stomping on the floor, the vibration of the soles of his shoes rolled up soot on the ground.

The orange-yellow cigarette **** was the only light source in the whole room. Cheng Wen puffed out the smoke restlessly, and from time to time he stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips.

"Why haven't you come up yet."

Cheng Wen muttered to himself, stretched his hand under the chair, pulled out a steel baseball bat, and walked to the door to see where Cheng Wu was

Before he could reach the door, there was a knock on the door.

Here it is,

Cheng Wen was overjoyed, bent his legs, brought his eyes to the position of the cat's eyes, and looked out through the glass door mirror.

In the door mirror, there is nothing to see except a bright red.

?

Cheng Wen blinked, then leaned over to peep into the cat's eye, but there was still only a patch of red.

Is the red blessing paper from the Spring Festival pasted outside the door?

Cheng Wen was not sure about his memory, so he hesitated and said softly to the door, "Is Cheng Wu you?"

No response.

Cheng Wen licked his dry lips and clenched the steel baseball bat in his hand. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the sound of cloth shoes rubbing against the concrete floor.

Brush pull, brush pull.

The footsteps were not heavy, but extremely slow, making it easy to picture an elderly woman with a bent back and a staggering step wandering back and forth outside the door.

Cheng Wen raised his voice slightly, "Cheng Wu?"

There was no response. Instead, the old woman's old and loud voice sounded outside the door, "Second Pillar, Second Pillar? Is that you?"

"...This **** old woman."

Cheng Wen scolded inwardly, worried that the old woman would be too loud and wake up the other residents in the building, so she could only put the baseball bat in the corner of the wall that could not be seen outside the door, and reached out and pushed open the security door.

The door opened, and an old woman with white hair, an old face, and a crooked back stood in the corridor, holding a cloth bag tightly in her hand.

"Two pillars, what about two pillars?"

Cheng Wen's eyes widened when he saw the bulging bag in the old woman's hand, and hurriedly said, "The Erzhu is inside, grandma, come in first."

"Hey, good."

The old woman nodded slowly and raised her feet.

Click.

Outside the security door, there is the sound of heavy objects falling.

Gollum.

An irregular sphere fell on the concrete floor in the corridor outside Cheng Wen's house and kept rolling.

Using the moonlight, Cheng Wen could see clearly what the sphere was.

The head.

Cheng Wu's, head.

Cheng Wen is most familiar with the face of his twin brother.

But at this time on Cheng Wu's head, his eyes were opened to the limit, and in the bloodshot red eyes, there was boundless fear, his mouth was wide open, and he seemed to scream but failed to make a sound.

From the broken neck, a blood or two spewed from the blood vessels from time to time.

呲, 呲.

Cheng Wen instantly understood what the red patch he saw in the cat's eyes just now was the bloodshot eyeball of Cheng Wu's head that was pasted outside the security door.

He only felt his scalp tingling, and the old woman who looked at her half-smile wanted to scream loudly, but her vocal cords were as motionless as a rusty conveyor belt.

The usual aggressiveness and ruthlessness, bullying and bullying, have turned into the most primitive and essential cowardice and fear at this time.

He hurriedly slammed the security door shut, and his trembling fingers pulled the lock with great difficulty.

Picking up the steel baseball bat placed in the corner, Cheng Wen took two steps back and screamed loudly: "Help! It's on fire! It's on fire!"

Cries for help in the middle of the night often get no help from the neighbors, but cries about the fire can attract all the residents nearby.

Cheng Wen held a baseball bat and shouted loudly, but he didn't hear the footsteps of any residents in the corridor. The whole building seemed to be in absolute silence, silent.

He forced himself to calm down, stared at the door, slowly backed away, grabbed the mobile phone on the guest table, and called the police.

As a local ruffian, he usually drives ordinary people to the point where they need to call the police, but now, Cheng Wen, who is in a panic, has no choice but to take this phone call as the only life-saving straw.

Beep, beep, beep.

The call was quickly connected, and Cheng Wen shouted at the phone: "Hello?! This is quiet..."

"Giggle, giggle."

On the other end of the phone, there was a cramped and slow laughter, interrupting Cheng Wen's words.

"Giggle, giggle, dear grandson, help grandma open the door."

The old woman's voice rang on the phone, and Cheng Wen threw away the phone in a conditioned reflex, as if his palms were burned by the high-temperature steam from Baidu.

What happened? !

Cheng Wen didn't dare to breathe loudly at all. He quietly rushed to one end of the living room, opened the window and looked down,

The height difference of more than 20 meters made him dizzy - this residential building still retains the rough-grained walls of the last century, and there is only a narrow space next to the window, which is extremely difficult for people to climb on. climb.

Outside the security door, the soft knock gradually became louder and louder,

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was as if an iron sledgehammer was knocking on the security door.

The reinforced iron door body was smashed into a depression by force, and a ray of moonlight leaked in from the gap by the door and sprinkled on the ground covered with soot~IndoMTL.com~ The pain of the dead twin brother, Completely overwhelmed by the fear of death,

Cheng Wen hesitated for a moment, put the steel baseball bat on the belt around his waist, bowed down, and climbed onto the windowsill.

He twisted his palms laboriously, clinging to the raised window sill, his upper body against the edge of the window sill, and his lower body slowly reaching out of the building.

With his feet hanging down naturally, Cheng Wen struggled to balance his body, trying to make his swinging legs reach the edge of the window sill downstairs.

While he was struggling, the urging knock on the door suddenly stopped, and the world returned to silence.

Cheng Wen stopped climbing down. He seemed to sense something and stared at the door that had been smashed open.

Click——

A palm, flat like a piece of paper, stretched in through the crack of the door,

Then the arms, the head, the neck, the upper body, the lower body.

The old woman bent one hand in front and the other behind, with a weird smile on her face, like a piece of paper, she slanted in through the crack of the door.

Because she maintains a tilted posture, Cheng Wen can only see half of her face,

The wrinkled face is extremely "transparent", with clear lines on it, and then the moonlight can see all the fine blood vessels in it.

Cheng Wen suddenly remembered the tricks he had seen in his childhood, which were shadow puppets, shadow puppets.

"Grandson, where are you?"

The paper-like old woman turned around slowly, kept a horizontal position, and showed a half-faced smile to Cheng Wen, "Ah, so you are here."

The hands of the shadow puppet old woman swayed wildly one after the other, but her entire body was still horizontal, rushing towards Cheng Wen.