C13
He carefully opened the door, dragging his huge suitcase with him.
For her, who had just graduated from university, a cheap and simple room was her only choice. Her parents did not give her too much living expenses, so from tomorrow onwards, she would have to live and work alone in this big city.
No matter how hard the tap was turned, a cold wind would still blow in even though the window was locked. The entire room was small and quiet, and the surroundings were dark and unfamiliar. Even with the lights on, the sense of cold and loneliness didn't diminish in the slightest.
The blurry image of the television emitted a clamorous sound. "The Mad Demon Cut Throat who killed many female university students is still running away …"
The atmosphere in the room was a bit weird. Bing Bing didn't dare to go out late at night, so she could only sleep early.
The wind outside the window was blowing heavily. The blanket that was tightly wrapped in ice was released with a faint light coming from the cell phone's screen.
Suddenly, a weak voice was heard from outside the tightly shut bedroom door. It was Icicle's voice and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
It was the soft scrape of slippers on the floor.
There was someone outside? She carefully got off the bed and opened the door.
There was nothing in the darkness but the cold wind beating against the windows and doors.
"Am I being too paranoid?" Xiang Bing's face was a little pale. She used the light from her phone to look into the living room. The old sofa and tea table didn't move in the dark. Xiang Bing suddenly discovered that there was an indescribable smell of rotten and sour in the air.
Where did this smell come from? He hadn't smelled it when he first moved in.
She was somewhat panicking as she turned her head to look at the toilet.
It must be the smell coming from the toilet.
He could only cover his nose with one hand and scrub the toilet again with a brush in the other. The strange smell had disappeared, and his uneasy emotions were all over the small, damp bathroom. He threw the brush to the side, feeling a little tired, and held his heart to catch his breath.
At this moment, the sound of slippers scraping against the floor rang out again.
She raised her head in alarm, revealing a blurry face in the mirror by the sink behind her.
That was … His own face... After wiping off the mist on the mirror, her blurry face became clear. She let out a bitter laugh and let out a long sigh. She was too timid, she was just scaring herself.
She looked around but did not find the source of the footsteps. She helplessly went back to her room to rest and firmly locked the bedroom door.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired, even though he was anxious, Xiang Bing still fell asleep very quickly.
Bang!
A loud sound shook the ice on the bed awake, causing her to look up in horror.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone was pounding on the door! Her eyes widened! The first thing she did was turn on the light in her bedroom. The faint light gave her a sense of security. Could it be that a thief had entered the room?
The sound of the door being knocked stopped. Bing Bing carefully picked up the scissors on the desk and quietly pressed them to the side of the door.
Someone was talking at the other end of the door?
That soft voice made Xiang Bing's entire body go limp, and her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
The person outside the door seemed to have sensed the presence of Xiang Bing, and when she stuck close to the door, the whisper disappeared.
Was someone really talking outside?
Sleepless, he quickly put on a light makeup for himself and left the house in a hurry.
The interview was not satisfactory, so Xiang Bing could do nothing about it.
He hadn't slept for the entire night, and his mind was in a state of chaos. If he couldn't even introduce himself, how could he have passed the interview?
Xiang Bing slumped onto the sofa. The rent had already been paid, and the money she had left was barely enough for a month's worth of food. She couldn't move immediately, so she had no choice but to endure everything that happened in this strange room.
The only sounds in the room were the faint, tired breathing of the ice, and the sound of water dripping from the toilet. Time seemed to stop.
She was afraid of the night, but it was a dark and deep night.
She turned on all the lights in the room and opened all the doors. She wanted to see for herself what the thing that kept on making footsteps looked like, and who it was that kept on whispering behind the door.
The lights lit up the room, and nothing unusual happened. Lying on the sofa on the ice, she was very tired. Her eyelids were fighting, but she didn't dare to sleep.
The strange stench spread in the air once more.
She looked up at the bathroom, the cold wind blowing the sour, rotten smell into her face.
The faint sound of footsteps once again appeared. She hurriedly got up, and like a frightened little deer, looked around but didn't find anything.
The lights in the room flickered, as if the voltage was unstable. The more he panicked, the more he wanted to escape back to his bedroom.
"Buzz …" "Buzz …" "Buzz …" From behind him came the sound of snowflakes falling from the television.
Screaming back at the ice.
The TV turned on automatically without even being plugged in.
On the screen, a man in a waistcoat and slippers gently pushed open the door with a flashlight in the dark.
When he looked at Bing, he found that the room the man on the screen had opened was his own rented apartment.
As the flashlight's light flickered in the narrow space, the sound of faint footsteps rang out in the room. It was the sound of slippers scraping against the floor! Glancing at Ice, his eyes widened in fear.
The man looked confused. The sofa was covered in dust, and he seemed to be sniffing at the strange smell in the air. Then he turned around and went to the toilet.
He suddenly heard strange footsteps and turned around.
A blurred face appeared in the mirror.
The man flinched and wiped the dust from the mirror, reflecting his own face.
The panicking man turned on all the lights in the room. The cold wind suddenly closed the door that led to the living room. The man's legs turned to jelly as he stared at the door, shaking as he shined the flashlight on it.
He frantically made a call. Not long later, a tall young man rushed into the room.
They had a simple conversation, the key wouldn't open the door, and finally the tall young man's face darkened as he tried to knock him away.
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The wooden door was nailed shut, and the young man's face became unnatural.
The two parties whispered behind the door, and in the end, they hurriedly escaped from the entire rental house.
The screen was dead silent.
Darkness shrouded the room, and Shrieking at the ice, he retreated to his bedroom, leaving only the faint sound of breathing on the ice.
As the sun rose, the sun slowly shone into Bing's bedroom, but she was no longer there. The empty bedroom was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if no one had lived there for a long time.
The only sound in the room was the steady dripping of a faucet.
The sound of a heavy suitcase hitting the ground came from outside, followed by the sound of a young girl's heavy breathing.
The door opened in a trance. A gust of cold wind blew past, but the dark corridor was empty. Footsteps sounded in the empty room. The cold wind blew the dust off the sofa and blew open the bedroom door. The air was filled with the smell of decay.
The place where the girl's footsteps echoed was completely empty.
The bedroom was empty except for a huge suitcase. Dark red liquid seeped out from the seams of the suitcase. An invisible hand gently opened the suitcase's zipper.
A pale female corpse with twisted limbs quietly rolled down from the luggage. The wound on her neck was like a dark red fissure. Her blood flowed down into a dark river, slowly forming a pool of blood …
Snowflakes were starting up again on the old color TV screen outside the door, which was not plugged in.
The camera moved slowly forward, and the snowflakes gradually turned black. In the middle of the screen, there was a large FIN …
