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Chapter 182 If you want to eat meat, come to me

Winter nights come earlier and are darker.

A chill filled the room, and a layer of frost formed faintly on the windows.

The closer it gets to the end of the year, the emptier and quieter the entire tube building appears.

Many people who came to Dongdu from other places to work have returned home early to celebrate the New Year.

Without the noise, it is a good opportunity for the residents who stay behind to fall asleep early.

In the dimly lit living room.

Fang Cheng practiced Tai Chi for several hours in a row, but he felt more and more energetic and didn't feel sleepy at all.

Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, a shrill alarm clock sounded.

Fang Cheng suddenly stopped and looked at the panel information appearing in front of him.

[Tai Chi experience +12]

Then he turned and looked at the alarm clock.

11: 00.

It's getting late.

Next, you can continue to meditate and practice your meditation skills for a while.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately stopped, stood up, washed up briefly, and walked into the bedroom.

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

Soon, the room fell into darkness and silence.

The neon light shines through the window onto the figure sitting cross-legged, flickering and creating a slightly mysterious atmosphere.

The hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided, and all kinds of noise receded like the tide, becoming quiet and distant.

The unknown information hidden in the darkness began to become active and amplified, attracting more attention than during the day.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes slightly, silently visualizing the flame in his mind.

Before your eyes, you can see radio waves appearing and disappearing, passing by quickly.

At the same time, the scattered light from the flame was also faintly emitting some kind of invisible waves around.

If you look at the entire city.

There are even more radio waves with high or low frequencies that pass through tall buildings, pass by colorful neon lights, and float in the cold night sky.

Some are just emitted unconsciously, while others convey some information to each other.

Of course, most of them are channel signals from radio stations and communication equipment.

The bright halo formed by the flame seems to have an inexplicable attraction to radio waves of certain frequencies.

While Fang Cheng was meditating, he could always hear a faint rustling sound in his ears.

Sometimes it sounded like someone was calling my name, and sometimes it sounded like a crosstalk coming from a radio station.

It’s like… there are many pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, secretly spying on me.

but.

These strange hallucinations are ultimately unable to shake a mind that is able to enter a state of meditation.

In this way, Fang Cheng continued to practice meditation and comprehend his mental state.

Suddenly, my heart moved slightly.

I vaguely felt that a strange external consciousness was crawling along an electric wave and drilling into my mind like a caterpillar.

huh~~
Then, some wind came into the room, making my back feel cold.

It was as if something dark was lurking behind.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, but remained calm and chose to continue concentrating.

However, this time another figure flashed by!

Call ~
Call ~
And it seemed that he was exhaling a cold breath, slowly approaching, and his face became clearer and clearer.

His facial features were like bleeding holes and his face was as pale as unburned paper ashes.

It looks like He Yao who jumped off a building and died, and also like Wu Shihao from the Red Tiger Gang.

It looked more like the faces of many people he had killed, overlapping each other and distorted to be unreal.

They kept crying, and their cries were weird and piercing, making people's heads buzz and making it impossible to meditate peacefully.

Fang Cheng's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly his eyebrows raised, his eyes widened with anger, and he shouted impatiently:
"Get out of here!"

When he exhaled and spoke, his internal organs, bones, and muscles seemed to vibrate in unison with the breath.

In an instant, like the roar of a tiger dominating the mountains and forests, thunder exploded in the sky and rolled in, shaking the whole room as if it were shaking.

boom--

Following a faint scream, the figure in front of me suddenly disappeared, and my ears suddenly became quiet.

The disturbing visions have not reappeared since then.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes were bright and he looked around carefully.

No unusual figures or traces were found in the room.

I just felt a little hot between my eyebrows, the flame in my mind was shaking violently, and the spiritual fire seemed to burn even more vigorously.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

He then got up from the bed, walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.

Through the foggy glass windows, you can see the scene downstairs.

The streets were dotted with incense sticks and cold leftovers.

A gust of wind blew, and the ashes of the burnt paper in the brazier flew all over the sky.

The atmosphere is really a bit eerie.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered and his expression looked a little strange.

To be honest, he would rather have it been a wronged spirit seeking revenge, or that he had run into an evil ghost that was catching him.

However, judging from the perception of meditation, the possibility of being attacked by some kind of mental ability is obviously greater.

Looking at the silent night sky in the early morning, feeling the chill coming over me.

Fang Cheng's mind flashed through every suspicious target.

Especially that guy...

At this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly picked up the phone from the bedside table and pressed the answer button.

"Hey……"

A very soft and weak voice came from the phone, as if the cold wind outside the window was sobbing.

Listening carefully, it was actually the sound of panting.

"Xiumei?"

Fang Cheng was very surprised when he heard the voice belonged to Zhou Xiumei.

It was the dead of night, and we lived so close to each other, why was this girl calling me?
"Brother Cheng..."

Zhou Xiumei panted for a few times, and then said with a trembling voice: "I seem to hear someone walking in the living room."

She spoke in a very low voice, and her throat was trembling a little as if she was afraid.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly tightened when he heard this, and he immediately asked:

"Did you see any figures?"

"No, I didn't dare to go out. I just hid in the bed and called you quietly..."

"Did your grandma get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom?"

"No, grandma went to Gufeng Temple to chant sutras and pray for blessings. I'm home alone tonight..."

"Brother Cheng, could it be that kind of thing..."

Having said this, Zhou Xiumei's breathing became more rapid and she dared not continue.

"Don't hang up yet."

Fang Cheng instructed her in a calm tone, quickly took out a pistol from the drawer, and walked quickly outside.

"When I get to your door, you rush out and open it for me."

"Don't be afraid. Even if there are dirty things, I can beat ten of them by myself..."

As he was speaking, Fang Cheng had already walked out of the house and arrived at the door of Zhou's house, which was only two houses away.

I found that the iron gate was not locked.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he said in a deep voice:
"Okay, you can come out and open the door now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, his muscles tense, ready to go.

wow-

The iron gate was opened instantly.

boom!
He raised his foot and kicked the inner door open again.

Fang Cheng suddenly stepped inside and swept his eyes around like lightning.

I saw a slender figure running out of the bedroom barefoot.

"Brother Cheng!"

As a refreshing fragrance blew over, the delicate body fell into his arms safely.

Then, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and back.

"Don't be afraid."

Although no enemy was found for the time being, Fang Cheng remained alert, holding the gun in one hand and protecting Zhou Xiumei with the other.

only.

After carefully scanning the living room several times, he still did not find any trace of other people in the Zhou family, or any unusual circumstances.

At this moment, I feel the curvy body in my arms and smell the faint body fragrance that is unique to a virgin.

Fang Cheng's heart couldn't help but be moved, and his facial expression suddenly became a little unnatural.

After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and patted the slender shoulders of the woman in his arms:

"Xiu Mei, go back to the bedroom and put on your coat first, don't catch a cold."

"what!"

Zhou Xiumei also came back to her senses from her panic, and realized that she was only wearing thermal underwear, so she hurriedly got out of Fang Cheng's arms, ran back to the bedroom, and slammed the door.

While she was changing clothes, Fang Cheng slowly turned on the lights in the living room and gently closed the iron door that had been kicked in.

Then a more thorough search was carried out from the bathroom, kitchen, to the other two bedrooms.

After a while, Zhou Xiumei also put on her clothes and walked out with a red face.

Seeing Fang Cheng's puzzled expression, he asked nervously:

"Brother Cheng, did you find anything?"

Fang Cheng shook his head:
"I suspect what you just heard might be the sound of a mouse crawling."

"Is it a rat?!"

Zhou Xiumei's voice trembled when she heard this, and she quickly looked around the corners.

For girls, creatures like mice may be no less evil than ghosts.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a strange noise.

dong dong dong.

The sound was dull, as if someone was hiding in a box and knocking on it continuously.

Fang Cheng tilted his head and listened attentively.

Then he looked down at the floor beneath his feet.

The source of the sound should be one floor below.

When Zhou Xiumei saw this, she realized something instantly and her face turned pale, and all the rosy glow faded away.

"Downstairs... is... is... He Yao's house!"

She seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and she opened her mouth with difficulty, trying very hard to speak.

As she spoke, two more knocking sounds were heard.

Boom, boom.

These two knocks were noticeably slower and the sounds were drawn out.

Fang Cheng hissed softly, signaling Zhou Xiumei to keep quiet.

Sure enough, after waiting for two seconds.

Then there were three consecutive knocks, dong dong dong.

It was much faster than the previous two times and not much different from the first time.

That is, the rhythm of three short, two long, and three short.

Fang Cheng was keenly aware of the problem.

This is most likely some kind of distress signal!
He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then looked up at Zhou Xiumei and instructed:
"You stay home and don't run around. I'll go out and take a look. Got it?"

"Brother Cheng!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiumei immediately grabbed his sleeve nervously.

Fang Cheng patted her hand soothingly, then handed her the gun in his hand:
"Can you use a gun?"

“My dad taught me.”

Zhou Xiumei nodded, then quickly shook her head: "I don't need it, you can bring it for self-defense."

She didn't ask Fang Cheng why he was hiding a gun, but was more worried about the safety of the man in front of her.

Fang Cheng smiled at her:
"Don't worry, I know Kung Fu, and I'm very good at it."

As he said this, he bent his arms and showed off his extremely strong biceps.

Then he straightened his expression and said in a deep voice:
"Stay at home. If you see any danger, call me or call the police immediately."

Seeing Fang Cheng's firm attitude, Zhou Xiumei bit her lips lightly and could only obey obediently.

After giving a few brief instructions, Fang Cheng returned home first, took out the white mask and put it on his face.

Looking in the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he tiptoed silently through the dark corridor and went downstairs.

....................................

Eighth floor, He family.

At midnight, the room was pitch black and filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

The neon light coming in from the window dimly illuminates an altar for memorial services.

At this moment, the candles had long been extinguished, and the stacked fruit plates and cold rice were scattered in a mess.

All that remained was a black and white portrait of the deceased, still placed in the center of the altar.

However, there were a few drops of red blood sticking to the glass frame.

Bang Chi, Bang Chi.

A black figure was lying on the ground, apparently enjoying the offerings and swallowing food.

And the objects they were eating were two bloody corpses.

The chill in the air seemed to be condensing, making the smell of blood so strong that it was nauseating.

In the bedroom.

He Jin held a clothesline in his hand and looked at the closed door nervously.

It was as if I could see through this door and see the horrific scene happening in the living room outside.

After hearing that his eldest brother was in trouble, he took a train from his hometown to Dongdu.

On weekdays, she helps take care of her seriously injured sister-in-law and her niece who is less than ten years old in the hospital.

Tonight is the seventh day, the night of returning souls.

Although he couldn't find his eldest brother's body, he still took his niece home, prepared to pay tribute to his eldest brother and send him off.

For this purpose, two monks were specially invited to chant sutras for the dead all night to help the dead souls to be reborn.

I never expected that I would encounter such a horrific thing.

My brother is back.

But what it brought was a nightmare-like massacre.

No.

The person who came back was not his brother at all, but a monster who looked somewhat similar to his brother.

He couldn't believe that his brother, who had always been kind and gentle, would become so horrible.

At this moment, He Jin didn't dare to go out or say a word.

He was afraid that he would attract the attention of the monster and break in and kill himself and his niece.

"uncle……"

A timid voice was heard.

He Jin looked down at his niece, who was clutching her sleeves and also looked frightened, and let out a soft hiss.

Then he continued to hold the clothesline in his hand and knocked on the ceiling continuously.

This was the way to ask for help he learned when he was a miner in his hometown.

The lights in the rooms next door and downstairs have never been on, as if they have returned home to celebrate the New Year.

Therefore, he could only hope that there were still residents living upstairs.

I hope someone really notices it and can help call the police.

Just as he was cautiously trying to send out a distress signal.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", breaking the dead silence of the cold night.

It seems... the sound comes from upstairs.

Even the monster outside was attracted by the noise and stopped chewing.

He Jin held his breath, not knowing what the situation was outside or whether the monster had left.

After waiting for a while, he tried knocking on the ceiling a few times with the clothesline.

However, just as he finished sending a distress signal.

A faint murmur could be heard in the living room.

Listen carefully, it seems to be repeating the same sentence:

"I'm hungry... I'm hungry..."

Along with the whispers, a series of dull footsteps sounded one after another.

That monster!

It seemed to stand up and walk towards the bedroom.

He Jin's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly took his niece to hide in the closet.

The bedroom door lock soon made a series of "click" and "click" sounds.

The monster tried to open the door but failed.

Before He Jin could even breathe a sigh of relief.

Clang!

Another loud noise was heard, and the monster actually chose to break in through the door.

To it, the door was as fragile as paper and could not provide any protection at all.

then.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

Finally, he stopped in front of the wardrobe.

He Jin didn't dare to breathe and covered his niece's mouth tightly with his hands.

The heartbeat became increasingly intense, like the beat of a life-threatening drum, a sign of death.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry... I want to eat meat..."

Through the gap in the closet door, a distorted black figure can be vaguely seen.

An extremely strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

He Jin felt that his heart could not bear it any longer and his niece was almost suffocated.

A man's voice suddenly sounded:

"Want some meat? Come find me."

(End of this chapter)