Panguan

When you smell it, you can feel the slightly cool body temperature of the person behind you, seeping through a thin layer of T-shirt fabric. You can also feel Xie Wen's slightly curved fingers being thin and long, with the knuckles pressing against his shoulder bones.

The touch was so subtle that I squinted in the dark when I smelled it.

He thought that he was still not used to skin-to-skin contact with people for long periods of time. A little... too close.

At a certain moment, he wanted to move his shoulders, let Xie Wen's hand loosen a little, and make the subtle feeling a little lighter. But he ended up doing nothing.

Maybe the corridor is too dark and the surroundings are too quiet. He let the man behind him hold his shoulder.

There were a few more low coughs coming from behind, just like Xie Wen's usual routine, it was deep in his throat and a bit stuffy.

When I heard it, I lowered my eyes and listened without stopping.

After taking another two steps, he suddenly stopped!

Because the hand on his shoulder didn't move at all...

Xie Wen kept coughing muffledly, but the hand holding him didn't even tremble at all.

It was as if the hand and the body were separated and not connected.

Or maybe even the voice is fake.

Wen Shi frowned and grabbed Xie Wen's hand, but it was empty.

The touch on his shoulder disappeared the moment he reacted, and the coughing stopped abruptly.

Thank you for asking? He shouted in a low voice.

There was no answer except his own echo.

There was nothing behind him, as if this person had never stood there before. The thought that flashed through him made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he was stunned for a moment.

Then he realized something: he had let go and stopped, but Sun Siqi and the others in front of him didn't notice at all.

The footsteps disappeared at some point, and there was deathly silence in the corridor.

Suddenly, I heard a squeak sound coming from behind, like someone opening an old door.

…

Dadong was still held by that cold hand. He thought to himself that the corridor was so damn long, and comforted himself by saying, The rat is still hanging on to me, it's okay.

In order to confirm the existence of the other party, he would call out: Mouse? almost every few steps he took.

Then the mouse will reply: Here he is.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Dadong couldn't help but said: My feet are sore from walking. It's not over yet, and there's no other movement. This cage won't just keep walking like this. It will last for ten days and a half. Consume us alive? What do you think will happen if I let go of a puppet at this time?

The mouse's voice sounded faintly again: Here he is.

Dadong: ...

It's hard to describe what I felt at that moment.

Dadong felt as if his Tianling Gai had been slashed, and cold sweat started to fall down his numb scalp.

He wanted to call someone else, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't squeeze out a word. He froze in place, not daring to move.

One second he felt that the hand on his shoulder was a spiritual comfort, but the next second he felt that the thing probably didn't want him to die!

It took him a lot of effort to regain consciousness.

The cotton thread in his right hand was tangled in a mess. Dadong hurriedly pulled it a few times, and then suddenly threw the thread out.

The other end of the line seemed to have a spirit, and it was whipped around the corridor with strong force, whistling in the wind, and making a crackling sound on the wall, which sounded stronger than a whip.

Soon, his hand was empty, the thing holding him disappeared, and the mouse holding him was gone.

Dadong swept the puppet string randomly until his fingers were sore, and then he stopped with a vigilant face.

At this point, he was finally sure that there was no one in the corridor except him.

The few who followed were long gone.

He squeezed the thread in his hand tightly, panting on the spot. Just as he was debating whether to keep walking or stand still, he heard a squeak in the dead silence.

A door opens.

Dadong was startled and pricked his ears to confirm the direction of the door.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept from the back of my neck...

Like human breathing.

Damn it.

Dadong cursed in his heart, and just as he was about to turn around, he was pushed hard by a pair of hands!

He lost his balance and staggered forward several steps.

The next second, there was a bang sound from behind! The door closed behind him - and he was pushed into a room.

A timid person would have cried on the spot.

I'm okay, Dadong swallowed and comforted himself.

It's easy for him to show his true colors when he's alone, so he has to hold himself steady.

Dadong maintained the posture he had just stood up after stumbling, half-bent his body, holding the thread in his hands, and moved back little by little, trying to move to the wall, where he would at least have a sense of security.

However, as soon as he took a few steps back, he felt he touched a body...

At the same time, a soft buzzing sound suddenly came from above the head, like the sound of an old-fashioned light bulb having a bad contact. Then, there were several flashes in the house.

Dadong turned around in the flash and saw the figure standing behind him.

Ahhhhhhhhhh-

He bounced up as if he had touched a switch, causing a person to scatter in all directions.

The light bulb finally turned on normally, illuminating the room with a cold white light. A voice cut into Dadong's scream: Shut up, don't scream.

Dadong was delayed, and it took him a while to realize that the voice did not sound like a ghost.

He stopped hesitantly, lowered the elbow that was covering his face, and settled down.

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