Chapter 83 Shadow Play

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

The orange light from cigarette butts was the only light source in the whole room. Cheng Wen breathed restlessly, sticking out his tongue to lick his dry lips from time to time.

"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.

coming,

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

In the door mirror, nothing could be seen except a bright red.

?

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

Is it the red blessing paper for the Spring Festival pasted outside the door?

Cheng Wen wasn't quite sure about his memory, so he hesitated and whispered to the door: "Is that you, Cheng Wu?"

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 the soles of cloth shoes rubbing against the concrete floor outside the door.

Swipe, swipe.

The steps were not heavy, but extremely slow, making it easy to picture an old woman with a bent back and shambling steps wandering back and forth outside the door.

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

There was no response, but the old woman's old and loud voice sounded outside the door, "Er Zhu, Er Zhu? Is that you?"

"...This damn old woman."

Cheng Wen cursed inwardly, worried that the old woman would be too noisy and wake up the other residents in the building, so he could only stick a baseball bat in a corner where he couldn't see it, and stretched out his hand to push open the security door.

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

"Two pillars, where are the two pillars?"

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

"Eh, good."

The old woman nodded slowly and raised her foot.

Slap.

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

Gululu.

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

With the moonlight, Cheng Wen saw clearly what the sphere was.

head.

Cheng Wu's head.

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

But at this moment, on Cheng Wu's head, both eyes were opened to the limit, and there was boundless fear in the bloodshot red eyes, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

From the broken neck, one or two streams of blood spurted from the blood vessels from time to time.

bark, bark.

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

He only felt his scalp numb, and his two thighs were trembling. He looked at the old woman who seemed to be smiling but wanted to scream loudly, but her vocal cords remained motionless like a rusty conveyor belt.

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

He hastily slammed the anti-theft door shut, and with trembling fingers, he pushed the lock with great effort.

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!"

Calls for help in the middle of the night often do not get help from neighbors, but calls about the fire can attract all nearby residents.

Cheng Wen held a baseball bat and yelled loudly, but he didn't hear the footsteps of any residents in the corridor. The whole building seemed to have fallen into absolute silence, without a sound.

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

As a hooligan, he is usually the one who drives ordinary people to the point of calling the police, but now, Cheng Wen, who is in a panic, has no choice but to use this call as his only life-saving straw.

Beep, beep, beep.

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

"Cluck, cluck."

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

"Hehe, hehe, good grandson, help grandma open the door."

An old woman's voice rang through the phone, and Cheng Wen reflexively dropped the phone, as if his palm was burned by the high-temperature steam from Baidu.

what happened? !

Cheng Wen didn't dare to breathe loudly at all, he rushed to the end of the living room without making a sound, opened the window and looked down,

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

Outside the anti-theft door, the soft knock on the door gradually became louder unconsciously,

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was as if an iron sledgehammer was hitting the anti-theft door.

The iron-framed door body was dented by a forcible smash, and a ray of moonlight leaked in from the gap by the door, and sprinkled on the soot-covered ground.

The pain of the dead twin brother, completely diluted 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 palm with great effort, and clinging to the raised window sill, his upper body stuck to the edge of the window sill, while his lower body slowly leaned out of the building.

With both 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 endlessly, the life-like knock on the door suddenly stopped, and the world returned to silence.

Cheng Wen stopped climbing down, as if he sensed something, he fixed his eyes on the door that had been smashed open with a gap.

Click——

A palm, as flat as a piece of paper, protruded through the crack of the door,

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

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

Because she kept a tilted posture, Cheng Wen could only see half of her face,

The wrinkled skin is extremely "transparent", with well-defined lines on it, and then the moonlight can clearly see all the fine blood vessels distributed in it.

Cheng Wen suddenly remembered the tricks he had seen when he was a child. It was a shadow play, a shadow play.

"Grandson, where are you?"

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

The shadow puppet old woman's hands were frantically swinging back and forth, but her whole body was still lying sideways, and she rushed towards Cheng Wen.