[Comprehensive] Zombie Valley: Terror and Suspicion

Thanks to the rotten plank floor, Jack and I could hear a crunch with every step we took.You must always pay attention to your feet, because it has been in disrepair for a long time, and some places will have holes and gaps, and you may step on it if you are not careful.A big somersault is a small thing, but a twisted foot is no fun.The rest of our journey cannot tolerate any impeding wounds.

There were some dilapidated pieces of wood scattered on the stairs, which blocked the cobweb-covered stairs a lot.

I really admire Jack, he ran down from the second floor in a panic all the way and didn't trip over these sundries, what a nimble legs he has.On the second floor, a fuchsia blanket spread straight ahead from my eyes, and the front it extended was pitch black.

This second floor has absolutely no lighting whatsoever.

"God, is there no light? It's so dark. How did you go to the toilet?"

I turned around and asked Jack suspiciously.He grinned and said:

"I still have good night vision."

After a pause, he continued: "The most important thing is that the lights in this corridor were still on just now."

"If that's the case, then what you said earlier is really nonsense."

"Oh, thanks for the reminder."

Sighing, I began to seriously look at the lights in the corridor.

Jack said they were working fine a few minutes ago, but after he saw the loitering lady and ran down in a hurry, the lights went out.

Is there such a coincidence?

A bad feeling came into my heart.

I looked at the floor, and there were some red stains on the rotten-smelling planks, bright red, which looked unusual.

Pointing to the stains, I asked Jack, "Were these things here when you came down just now?"

Jack glanced at it twice, his eyes straightened: "My God, no, there has never been one here. It must be, it was dripping from the knife that that woman was carrying. It's blood!"

These words caused my vigilance.

If this is new blood, then it does mean that someone other than us has been here.However, after touching it twice and smelling it, I found that it was not blood, but more like paint.As soon as Jack was reminded by my words, he hurried to see it himself, and finally confirmed this point.

As a painter, it is impossible for him to fail to distinguish red paint from blood.

It seemed like a false alarm, but it would be unwise to relax our vigilance just like that.I turned on the flashlight I carried with me, intending to use it to illuminate the corridor. Unfortunately, this guy was submerged in water, and the power was not as good as before. The light flickered like a patient who was about to die at any time.

"Forget it, don't worry about it. Just turn on the fire and go in. If her companions are here, we won't be able to run away."

Jack urged.I then took out a log and nodded my head.For a while, the smell of burning sticks wafted around.

"Follow up."

I say so.Jack almost pulled down my pants and held me firmly: "Don't worry, I won't leave you a millimeter. Even if it's the end of the world, I won't let go of your hand."

"Don't say such nasty things."

"Hey buddy, don't worry about it, let's go."

So the two of us walked towards the toilet step by step along the worn-out fuchsia carpet.Along the way, the corridor was dark, and lightning lit up the windows for us from time to time, which made us a little frightened.At the same time, I don't know if it's my illusion, I seem to hear the breathing sound of two people other than me and Jack, gasping for breath, as if a person is struggling to breathe before death.However, although the atmosphere at this time was not friendly, I looked back and forth, and I didn't see the scorched lady with the knife that Jack mentioned.There was no one hiding in the bathroom.

It seems that Jack is overwhelmed.

"There are still two rooms here, Ares, how about going in and taking a look?" Jack seemed unwilling to stop the inspection.

I looked, and indeed there were doors on the left and right sides of the corridor, one of which was locked, and the other was unlocked.

"You can see it, but I only want to see one of them. That's the unlocked one."

"Whatever you want, please, take a quick look. If you don't make sure, I won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Urged by him, I reluctantly walked towards the unlocked door on the right side of the corridor.But the facade is full of cobwebs, layer after layer of ash that makes one not want to touch it.Besides, I think it is impossible for a person to open this door and go in without leaving fingerprints.However, there is no one on this door, which obviously means that no one has been there.Of course, Jack said it was a ghost, so no fingerprints would be left. I was urged many times, so I had to check.

After counting 1, 2, 3, I opened the door, and the deadly dust hit my face.I coughed twice, kept waving my hands to drive away the dust, and said at the same time: "I don't think she can hide here."

However, just as I finished saying this sentence, I discovered an unusual thing.

There is a lamp on the round table in this room, and this lamp is on.There are also some documents and materials on the table. These materials are different from anything else here. The surface is very clean, as if it has been turned over recently.

……

There are traces of someone here!

"See, it's strange!"

After Jack saw the lamp and documents on the table, he shouted and shouted excitedly as if Columbus had discovered the New World, repeating the above words twice in succession.He ran to the table, pointed at those things, and said, "What do you think, Ares? You said no one? But this means that there are people other than us here? Now you can know that I am not lying, right? !"

I was stunned by the strangeness, but I couldn't deny that Jack was right.

The big white bed in this room was messy, and there seemed to be traces of someone lying on it.When I touched it with my hand, it felt a little hot.

……

"Ares, what should we do? Shall we continue searching?"

Jack asked me nervously, but I turned my gaze to the stacks of documents placed under the dim yellow desk lamp on the round table in this room.

"The lights were on, the desk was wiped clean, and the papers were neatly arranged. Someone obviously wanted us to see them."

I whispered: "Let's look through those materials first."

Later, this stack of information gave us unexpected information.