I made myself the protagonist

Chapter 67 The Death of Uncle Dong
The dark room exudes a faint fragrance of flowers, and three sandalwoods are burning in front of the altar. The two scents are mixed together, which makes people smell soothing and comfortable, and they just want to lie down and sleep.

The machine needle fell on the fabric quickly, and the densely packed threads gradually stretched. Aunt Mei pushed the clothes with one hand, and stepped on the pedal with both feet rhythmically, doing the work in hand seriously.

"Okay, okay, don't mess with it. Didn't that girl just say that she is not in a hurry?" Uncle Dong got up from the teacher's chair, and put the cattail fan on the coffee table beside him.

"This is Ah Feng's cheongsam from the supper stall. She is rushing to drink at a relative's house at noon tomorrow." Aunt Mei said without raising her head.

"It turned out to be that fat pig." Uncle Dong interrupted his wife impatiently, cursing in his mouth: "Damn it, I'll take clothes for you to make up every now and then. How fat is it? Does the pig need clothes? ?”

"You, let's do some good deeds." After hearing her husband's words, Aunt Mei took off her reading glasses, and saw that the time on the wall clock was almost midnight, before she felt tired.

She rubbed her shoulders and turned the cheongsam over: "They usually give us supper, just a small favor. I'm almost finishing it up. If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

Uncle Dong sighed and walked to the sewing machine.

The trash in the room has already been taken away by Su Li, who came to the door before, he walked around the house a few times with nothing to do, and finally came to the door: "Damn, there is usually supper at night, and now I'm hungry. I just said, this is all the conspiracy of that fat pig, trying to make us as fat as her."

"Your mouth..."

Aunt Mei shook her head helplessly: "I was too busy today, so I forgot to go downstairs to buy glutinous rice. Now, I'll go down and buy."

"Forget it, forget it, hurry up and get some clothes. I just have nothing to do, so go down and take a look around. By the way, your share should be less salty, right?" Uncle Dong looked at Aunt Mei who was buried in front of the sewing machine, thinking Thinking about going downstairs and meeting Ah Feng at the supper stall later, he must scold her bloody.

Although he has a hot temper and speaks harshly, he has a very deep affection for his wife who has always been in love with each other.

"Yes, yes, please be careful when you go downstairs, it's dark outside." Aunt Mei responded.

Seeing his wife's busy figure, Uncle Dong helplessly shook his head, and the expression on his face gradually softened.After saying goodbye, he closed the door.

Uncle Dong came out of the room with a flashlight, and wanted to take the elevator.At this moment, there was a burst of running footsteps in the empty corridor behind him, and he vaguely heard the sound of children laughing.

Uncle Dong turned around and looked at the dark corridor behind him, and found a barefoot child running past his eyes quickly, and rushed into the stairwell with a "whoosh".

"Damn it, there are little bastards playing outside in the middle of the night, the adults in the family are absolutely dead?!"

Although he was cursing, but remembering that the stairwell was cold and unsafe at night, he still followed, wanting the child to go home quickly.

The moment the door was pushed open, a gust of wind blew in the face, and the broom standing by the wall fell down. Uncle Dong was startled by the sudden movement, and the flashlight in his hand rolled down the steps to the bottom.

In the darkness, the naked child just now was squatting in the corner of the steps below, eating something with relish.

"Little bastard, don't sleep and hide here to steal food at night, why don't you hurry back!"

Uncle Dong stepped forward and suddenly smelled a strange smell in the air, very similar to the stench coming from the kitchen when his wife was killing chickens at home a few days ago.

As he spoke, he felt that the ground under his feet was covered with black dirt, and when he stepped on it, thin threads could be pulled out.

Uncle Dong rubbed the soles of his shoes angrily, planning to go downstairs to pick up the flashlight.

However, at this moment, the child in the corner seemed to sense the movement behind him, and turned his head suddenly.

It was not a normal child's face at all.

There were no eyes or noses on that gray, pale face, only a mouth that seemed to be cut open by a blade.

A large amount of black pus and blood continuously seeped down from the crack at the corner of the mouth, and the dirty blood on the steps flowed out of its mouth.When looking at Uncle Dong, the child twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

"what!!!!!"

Uncle Dong was greatly frightened, and his feet were slippery, so he let out a shriek, and immediately lost his balance, and fell directly down the stairs, hitting his cervical spine heavily on the steps.

Uncle Dong was like a fish out of water. He was not completely dead, but lying on the ground and twitching constantly, making animal-like whimpers intermittently, trying to call for help.

Those pale legs quickly ran away along the steps, and then, the escape door opened, and a pair of black cloth shoes appeared in his sight.

"Help... Ah Jiu..."

There was joy in Uncle Dong's eyes. Ah Jiu is a Taoist priest who lives in the same building, and his wife often visits his Taoist temple on weekdays.

With difficulty, he stretched out his hand to Ah Jiu, who helped him up and brought him to the side of the stairs.

Uncle Dong thought that he was finally saved, but in the next second, a fierce light appeared in the other party's eyes.An ominous premonition came to mind, and Uncle Dong didn't have time to call for help, Ah Jiu stretched his arms and pushed him down from the 24th floor.

In the stairwell on the ninth floor, a large amount of blood spread from Uncle Dong's mouth and nose to the concrete floor. Uncle Dong stared and lay quietly on the ground.

His jaw was shattered by the impact; two rows of teeth were exposed, bone pierced his skin, the right half of his body was shattered, and his face was covered in blood and dirty stains.

Uncle Dong opened his breathless mouth wide, his cloudy pupils reflected the pale lights of the corridor...

The light flickers on and off...flickers...and finally, is obliterated by darkness.

Covered in cold sweat, Ling Yun suddenly sat up from the bed.

In the darkness, he panted heavily, and after seeing the light from the lamp in the living room shining on the wall, he calmed down a little.

Ling Yun had a nightmare just now, in the dream they failed to change the plot, Uncle Dong was still turned into a zombie by Ah Jiu after his death.The zombies carried out a crazy massacre on the residents, and no one was spared.

"I don't know what happened to Uncle Dong."

Thinking of what Su Li said before, Ling Yun's mouth felt parched. Apart from worrying, he also understood that worrying now was useless, and he would only know the exact news tomorrow.

What I can do now is to raise my spirits and stay in the best condition to deal with what is going to happen next.

So, Ling Yun took a sip of water, put down the glass, and looked towards the door, and soon heard Zhao Sicheng's thunderous snoring outside.

"This fat man has a big heart."

Ling Yun smiled wryly, at first he made the bed by himself, and planned to sleep on the other side with Zhao Sicheng; in this way, even if something happened, the two of them could handle it.

But who knows that the other party dislikes him as a man, saying that it is awkward to sleep together, he does not agree to share a room, and insists on sleeping on the sofa in the living room by himself.

Seeing that the time was around three o'clock in the middle of the night, Ling Yun put down his cup and lay back down again, intending to continue to sleep.But once you wake up, it is not so easy to feel sleepy.

At this moment, Ling Yun's mind was in a mess, and he didn't have a definite plan on what to do next.

In this plot, Aunt Mei is the key.Aunt Mei was a kind person all her life, but she did evil things at the end of her life.

In Ling Yun's view, the evil in her human nature stems from weakness, not love.After Uncle Dong's death, she was afraid that the person she had relied on all her life would leave, so she tried every means to keep him.

However, it is in such weakness that a flower of evil is born.

Whether it's killing Uncle Yan, the security guard who knew her secret, or sending young children to the zombies for them to eat, everything is a big evil.

"Humanity."

Ling Yun sighed, and decided to start with Aunt Mei, paying close attention to her every move in the past few days.

Although he is very clear that his group is currently in Qian Xiaohao's fantasy, but unlike the plot setting in the movie, once the player dies during this period, there is no chance to start again.

He stared at the pitch-black ceiling for a long time: on the damp and moldy wall, there remained a large black mark.He didn't notice it when he first moved in, but no matter how he looked at it now, Ling Yun felt extremely awkward.

For some reason, he always felt that the moldy spot looked like the outline of a person.

And as this strange thought came out, he felt more and more creepy.After three or four minutes, Ling Yun felt that if he continued like this, he would be frightened to death by his brain power.

Let's go to bed quickly.

Abandoning the random thoughts in his mind, Ling Yun turned over and turned his face to the side of the bed.But just when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly found a black shadow moving slowly along the wall.

Could it be that Zhao Sicheng woke up at night?
After a few seconds of silence, Ling Yun wanted to call out the other party's name, but the next second, he suddenly heard Zhao Sicheng's loud snoring from outside the living room again.

Not only that, judging from the shape of the shadow, the figure of the other party is also completely different from Zhao Sicheng.

"Shuh" "Shuh" "Shuh"

It was as if slippers were rubbing against the ground lightly, and there was a slight low coughing sound faintly.

The "person" in the living room walked aimlessly around twice, and gradually came to his door.Looking at the shadow frozen on the wall, at this moment, Ling Yun's breathing almost stopped.

He was sure that there was a "person" standing at his door right now.

It is looking at itself!

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