webnovelfull Chapter 743: Foul Nightmare
Chapter 743: Foul Nightmare
He ran madly to the old house where the calendar was found, but he only saw a notice posted on the fence of the resettlement housing site: important items were found during the demolition process and construction was terminated.
When he bought water at the convenience store, the freezer glass reflected the star mark appearing on the skin on the back of his neck.
When the proprietress turned around, her scarf slipped off, revealing her neck with a spiderweb-like birthmark.
Across the street, several workers walked by carrying a sign that read "Haunted House Renovation," with the Liu family crest prominently printed on it.
At this time, the truth of this illusion has been revealed, and Chen Yile's consciousness began to withdraw from this world.
Chen Yile's consciousness seemed to be reunited after a tearing, and the weight of his soul felt like a peeled-off shell, so light that there was no burden at all.
He opened his eyes and saw the world around him made up of gray shadows, emitting a faint light. It was the desolation and loneliness unique to the underworld.
On both sides of the alley are towering stone walls, covered with mottled moss and cracks, as if telling the vicissitudes of countless years.
I returned to the underworld and didn't know where I was.
Chen Yile stood up slowly and felt the slippery ground under his feet. Tiny water droplets were floating in the air, as if even time had stopped here.
The underworld is made up of countless broken areas stitched together in a random manner, and this area has the feeling of a damp southern alley.
He wandered in the alley, and from time to time he heard whispers, as if they were discussing something. However, he could not hear clearly. He could only feel that the voices were like a breeze, bringing a hint of uneasy chill.
As he strolled, he noticed a door faintly visible at the end of the alley, with the door frame engraved with intricate patterns.
It seems like some kind of ancient symbol, and every detail is filled with mystery.
The door was surrounded by swirling mist, hazy and illusory, as if attracting him to come closer.
Chen Yile knew in his heart that this door was the key to his passage to the third level. His heartbeat began to accelerate, and he felt both nervous and excited.
When he walked to the door, the door handle emitted a warm glow, as if responding to his arrival.
He raised his hand and grasped the handle, feeling a faint vibration that seemed to convey some kind of energy.
He was startled and took a deep breath. The moment he pushed open the door, the world in front of him changed instantly and he entered the next illusion.
A dizzy feeling...
Chen Yile's back was pressed against the moss-covered concrete wall. In his left hand, he held the rusty key to the darkroom, and between the fingernails of his right hand was a black object that he had picked out from the crack in the glass of the display case.
There was some kind of glue stuck in the key slots. When I looked closely under the cold light of my phone, I saw that it was actually semi-solidified blue-green algae.
The hum of the exhaust fan at the end of the corridor was faintly mixed with the sound of nails scratching against metal plates.
The 40-square-meter space was covered with cobwebs. Six old-fashioned developing machines were placed in the iron washing tank in the corner. One of them had half a sheet of undeveloped photo paper stuck under the pressing glass.
When his fingertips brushed across the dusty workbench, what they touched was not dust.
There was a two-centimeter-thick layer of fine crystals on the table.
Suddenly, something under the water hit the wall of the barrel, and the metal barrel made a crisp sound.
Chen Yile raised his phone to illuminate the area and saw more than a dozen dead babies swimming clockwise along the wall of the barrel.
"Wow."
The door of the dark room locked automatically. When Chen Yile was pounding on the iron door frantically, he caught a glimpse of the baby corpses suddenly turning their heads in unison.
There are no eyeballs in their eye sockets.
The moment the ventilation duct exploded, black and red liquid splashed onto the ceiling.
It was pouring rain and the temperature in the darkroom plummeted to freezing point.
Chen Yile's vision suddenly blurred, and when he groped for the door handle, he felt something sucking on his palm.
Those were the baby's lips sucking milk, and two rows of teeth as big as rice grains were nibbling on his hand.
"what!"
The moment Chen Yile kicked open the iron door, he saw the employees crawling on the ceiling, their joints all bent backwards, and dark red kelp-like objects protruding from the cracks on the back of their heads.
There was a roar of shattering glass coming from the direction of the warehouse. When Chen Yile rushed over, he saw the purchasing manager who had suddenly died three months ago crawling out of the crack in the display case.
His skin was translucent like puffy jellyfish, fish swam in his chest, and marine life took root in his shattered flesh.
The frightened Chen Yile curled up in the corner of the container and suddenly heard a rustling and dragging sound coming from outside.
The sound got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the container door.
Chen Yile held his breath and saw a pool of dark yellow liquid seeping in from the gap of the rusty iron door, with a rotten smell like dead fish.
There was a harsh sound of nails scraping against metal outside the door.
In the darkness, there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and something was crawling along the ceiling of the container.
Chen Yile touched the dropped phone, and the flash was automatically triggered the moment the screen lit up.
A dozen pale faces hung upside down above his head, their necks stretched like rubber bands, their drooping hair almost touching the tip of his nose.
Those were clearly the employees of the purchasing department who disappeared collectively last month. At this moment, black mucus was oozing from their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths were cracked to their ears, revealing their tongues covered with barbs.
"Hehe, I caught you."
More than thirty voices spoke at the same time.
Chen Yile desperately pushed open the backup escape hatch and rolled outside. As he stumbled into the office building, he saw the elevator indicator light indicating the eighteenth floor.
But this building has only five floors.
Chen Yile rushed into the archive room on the second floor. The moment he locked the door, he heard repeated knocking sounds outside the door.
Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting pale streaks at his feet. The shadows suddenly began to wriggle, converging toward the corner like steel wires drawn by a magnet.
The sound of shuffling papers could be heard from behind a cabinet piled high with documents. Chen Yile gripped his fire axe tightly and saw the on-duty officer, Old Wang—or rather, something that looked like Old Wang—rise from the shadows.
Its skin was covered in mildew, and the five fingers of its right hand had melted into gelatinous tentacles, which were rolling up a yellowed engineering drawing.
"This thing should have been disposed of long ago." The monster's Adam's apple moved beneath its skin, and its voice was like the noise of an old radio. "Last year, when they were expanding the studio, the bulldozer dug up seven coffins behind the hillside."
Chen Yile suddenly remembered the list of materials he moved last week. The wooden box contained not a prop tombstone, but blackened baby bones. At that time, the accountant Xiao Zhang said that this was a plaster model for a special shape.
The folders on the iron cabinet suddenly clattered to the floor. Chen Yile looked at the black-and-white photo that floated to his feet, and his blood froze instantly. In the yellowed old photo, four children with unclear faces were squatting in the shadows of the corner, and the shape of the shadows under their feet was exactly the same as his own shadow at that moment.
The clapping sound turned into a crashing sound, and the fire door began to deform. Lao Wang smiled strangely: "They are coming."