C4

I didn't even have the courage to look at him. I scrambled out of the hospital and was relieved to see that no one was chasing me.

This hospital is too weird. I swear I won't come here a second time.

It was completely dark now, and the No. 9 bus was just in front of the bus stop. I got in and prepared to go back.

The bus was empty except for me and the driver, which was usually a small one, so I wasn't surprised to find a place to sit and stare out.

Now that these two people died in the explosion, I wonder what the police will do with them. Will they find out about me?

As I thought about it, I suddenly smelled a familiar scent.

It was the smell of burnt meat, something like hot pig hair, which I normally wouldn't have cared about, and which I had just smelled on the bodies of the dead men in the hospital, which made me uneasy.

Maybe the smell of the restaurant outside came in, I comforted myself, but after ten minutes, the smell didn't disappear, but only grew stronger.

"What's going on?"

I sniffed the air, trying to find the source of the smell, and locked it under my seat.

Stretching his head, he saw that there was nothing under the chair.

Weird, the smell clearly came from under the seat, why is there nothing?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt my ankle being gripped tightly by two hands. I was shocked as I screamed and picked myself up from the seat. However, there was nothing under the seat.

When the driver heard my shout, he couldn't help but step on the brakes and ask, "What happened? "What's going on?"

"No …." "I'm fine!" I knew that no one would believe it if someone grabbed my ankle from under the seat.

"Are you crazy? Why are you crying like this?" The driver cursed a few times before continuing to drive.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to return to my seat. I went to the front and sat in my seat for the elderly, sick, and handicapped. I made up my mind to immediately get off the car at the next stop.

Not long after I sat down, I suddenly heard a hoarse voice from under the seats. "You're the one who killed me, right?"

The sound was the same one I'd heard in the hospital, and I jumped to my feet. Blood and bandages spurted out from under the seats and quickly wound themselves around me.

I was so scared that my legs went soft. I held onto the door handle and shouted, "Stop! Stop the car!"

However, the driver seemed to be deaf and kept his eyes on the road ahead of him.

It's over, it's all over. It's time for retribution.

I was paralyzed with fear, and the bloody bandages crawled up my feet and covered my entire body. I struggled, but they were like sugarcane, and I couldn't break free. They crawled up my body to my neck, and I heard a hoarse voice say, "You're the one who killed me!"

The bandage tightened around my neck, and I felt a rush of blood and difficulty breathing. My head felt like it was about to explode.

At this critical moment, the bus suddenly stopped. A sloppily dressed old man got on the bus. He let out a "hmm" and grabbed some dirt from his pocket and spilled it.

The bandages disappeared as soon as they were hit by the dirt, and I was able to breathe and gasp. If it wasn't for the pain in my neck, I would have thought it was a dream.

It was a long time before I remembered the old man. I looked back and saw him sitting by the window, shaking his head and humming. It was just that his clothes were a bit unparticular, and the oil on his sleeves was glistening. He was even worse than me, a migrant worker. At the very least, I knew how to wash clothes.

Could this old man be an otherworldly expert?

Just as I was hesitating about whether I should go up and greet them, the bus stops once again, and two beautiful women dressed in beautiful clothes get on the bus. The old man's eyes immediately lit up and he drooled as he stared at their chests.

I shook my head, thinking maybe it was an illusion. Maybe the old man was just throwing the melon seeds.

Now that there were more people around, I was no longer afraid. I sat down behind the old man, and soon heard a voice in front of me, "Young man, I think you're in a bloody disaster."

The old man didn't turn around, but I knew he was the one who was talking. Liars usually speak in such a manner, so I didn't believe him even more. I looked at the back of his bald head and said, "You are the one who is suffering bloodshed. I am young and strong and I am living well."

The old man chuckled and stopped talking.

After a while, the bus arrived at Kawada Station. I was about to get off when the old man suddenly stuffed something in my pocket and said, "Don't open the door at night."

He had a meaningful look in his eyes, and there was no time for me to ask. I got out of the car in a hurry and took out something from my pocket. It was a dark, gossipy mirror, about the size of my palm, and it looked to be quite old.

This kind of thing is better than nothing. I still carry it with me as I head downstairs to look at the pitch-black corridor. What if the criminal is waiting for me there during the day? F * ck, I still have to find someone to fix the lamp tomorrow.

I turned on the light on my cell phone, walked carefully up to the fourth floor, and quickly opened the door, entered the house, closed the door, and switched on the light.

Smelling the faint fragrance, I feel a lot more at ease, this house can give me a lot of security.

He went to the bathroom to take a bath. When he saw the pajamas and towel hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but imagine the landlady normally taking a bath here. If she came to check on the police tonight, hehe …

Knocking sounds came from outside the door. I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and looked out through the peephole. The one standing outside was actually the landlady. Isn't it my honor to be here so late at night?

Remembering the words of the old man on the bus in my mind, I hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

The landlady smiled at me and said, "I just finished my shower." Her eyes were almost watering, full of temptation.

My heartbeat quickened as I tightened my grip on the towel by my waist and stammered, "Uh, are you here to investigate? You …" "Do you want to come in?"

The landlady walked in and suddenly put her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear, "I'm so lonely and cold."

Feeling the soft body in my embrace, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. What's even more terrifying was that she actually pulled my hand and placed it on her chest. She coquettishly said, "Is it big?"

I almost couldn't speak, so I just kept nodding my head. "Big, big."

"It's all because of you!"

This sentence was vaguely familiar to me. Before I could even think about it, the landlady had already brought her mouth close to mine. I suddenly recalled what I heard when I pressed the doorbell that day. Shocked, I placed my hand on the landlady's shoulder. She suddenly laughed. The flesh on her face fell off like melted plastic. "Where's my face? Where's my face?"

Ah!

I couldn't help but yell and shove the landlady away, but by then she was a different woman, her face bloody and charred in places, just like the woman I'd seen at the hospital. She was a ghost now.

"Scram, scram! Save me!" I shouted with all my might, unaware that all the people in the building had moved away, leaving me alone.

"Where's my face!" The ghost lady laughed sinisterly and pounced on me again.

I could even smell the burning smell, and I scrambled toward the bedroom. The ghost girl fell to the floor and clung to my calf so hard that I couldn't get rid of her.

"Where's my face!" The female ghost grabbed my body and pounced over. At this critical moment, I thought of the Eight Trigrams Mirror in my pocket and immediately escaped. I could vaguely see the Eight Trigrams Mirror release a golden light onto the female ghost's body.

Ah!" A mournful scream rang out and the female ghost disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye. I hurriedly closed the door and locked it from the inside. He felt his legs go weak, and he nearly peed his pants.

Thanks to the mirror, I gripped it tightly, thinking that if only I had listened to the old man today.

bang bang bang *

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My heart palpitated as I struggled to stand up and look through the peephole. When I saw the landlady outside, I anxiously asked, "Open the door! Quickly open the door! I have urgent matters for you."

"What urgent matter!" How could I dare to open the door without permission? Hearing that there was no response from outside and that there was always a knock on the door, I didn't dare to open the door anymore.

After knocking on the door for a few minutes, I couldn't hold it in and shouted, "F * ck off! Can you f * ck off?!"

I was relieved when the knock on the door stopped. A few minutes later, it sounded again and I was on the verge of going crazy.

I spent the night leaning against the door, and I don't know how many times I was awakened by a knock on the door.

When dawn was about to break, I finally fell asleep. Not long after, I was woken up by the "Ding Dong" sound from my phone. I took out my phone to check. It was actually a message from Erhu.

I immediately perked up and opened the message. There were only two words written on it, "Quickly escape!"