leonardwarren 402 Embrace Of Fear (1/5)
402 Embrace Of Fear (1/5)
If there is no signal, who was I calling just now?
Such a strange scene caused Long's brain to shut down a bit.
However, Long's thinking is really different from others.
Ordinary people may froze with fright after seeing this situation.
But after Long realized it, he called back the phone again.
Although he knew that it was a bit stupid to do so, Long knew that he had to do something.
Otherwise, standing here will have no effect except to increase your fear.
What Long didn't expect was that a hoarse voice came from the phone again.
"Hey, what else do you want?"
Hearing this voice, Long picked up the phone and looked towards the signal above.
However, the signal is still for manger.
Seeing this situation, the dragon's voice couldn't help but become cold.
"Who are you?"
As soon as these words came out, the other side of the phone couldn't help but fell silent.
Waves of electrical pulses came from the phone, and suddenly, a very magnetic and strange voice sounded from inside.
It's a ballad, and the person on the other end of the phone is singing something.
Hearing the sound that sounded like an old tape from the last century, Long frowned tightly.
He wanted to turn off the phone, but Long found that no matter what he did, he couldn't turn off the phone.
The hoarse constant singing was like the whisper of a demon, which made Long feel extremely irritable.
He picked up his phone and threw it hard on the ground.
There was only a crisp sound, and the phone was dropped to pieces.
This inexplicable and weird music is still playing in the torn sound tube.
Seeing this situation, Long raised his foot and stomped on the phone.
This time, the whole room was completely restored to calm.
However, the moment he regained his composure, Long suddenly heard slight footsteps coming from the second-floor platform behind him.
There were very few sounds, almost drowned by the sound of the rain outside.
But Long heard clearly.
Without any hesitation, Long turned around and shot at the second floor.
A loud bang came from the muzzle of the gun.
Under the tremendous power of the shotgun, the wooden railing on the second floor was smashed to pieces by Long Yigun.
A large gap was revealed.
Even the bookcase in the corridor splashed pieces of book crumbs, but the expected screams did not come, and there was nothing there.
Seeing this situation, the dragon looked cold and handsome.
There was no panic or panic in his eyes.
The dragon is the leader of the twelve zodiac signs, and its knowledge and courage are much higher than ordinary people.
In the process of leading the twelve zodiac signs in these years, I am also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves.
Even when encountering some supernatural things like today, Long still didn't panic.
Because Long understands that in a desperate situation, the only one who can save him is himself.
If you even panic yourself, then you will undoubtedly die.
So after seeing that nothing was found on the second floor, Long looked around coldly, the shotgun in his hand was his biggest reliance.
Long knew it in his heart.
Since that ghost dare not come out to face him, it means that the other party is also afraid of modern weapons.
If so, why should I be afraid of him?
Just as he was thinking like this, the familiar humming sound came into his ears again.
Without the interference of the current pulse, Long finally could hear what the other party was singing clearly.
The voice is deep and deep, like an echo in the ancient abyss, and like a lullaby a mother comforts her child.
These two feelings are combined in a very weird way.
Treacherous, it makes people feel that the spirit is about to be pulled out of the body.
"On that cold rainy night, there was a candy house~`「~"
"Lost child, hide in the candy house~~"
"Poor, poor"
"The kind Mist Man has come, all he wants is fear~~"
A strange singing sounded from the second floor.
Hearing this sound, the dragon's pupils shrank suddenly.
I saw the door at the end of the corridor on the second floor open slowly. The door shaft, which is usually lubricated enough, looks like a rusty hinge on this rainy night.
There was a creaking sound.
Seeing this scene, Long's eyes flashed fiercely.
Picking up the gun, he rushed to the second floor.
After rushing to the second floor, Long saw.
In front of the window of the villa at the end of the corridor, there was an extra rocking chair at some point.
And on the chair, there was a person sitting on it quietly with his back facing him.
Seeing this scene, Long's pupils narrowed slightly, and he picked up his gun and aimed at this person, Long said coldly.
"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
However, the person in the rocking chair did not answer the dragon.
The rocking chair swayed gently, and in this person's hand was a goblet full of wine.
The dark red wine was as thick and deep as blood.
The liquid level swayed slightly with the rocking chair.
Seeing that the person on the chair does not speak, the dragon does not talk nonsense.
Immediately pulled the trigger.
There was only a bang.
Flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun, fragments of the wooden chair splashed, and the person on the chair fell to the ground.
The wine glass fell to the ground, and there was a crisp crackling sound in the empty villa.
Long walked forward with a cold face, wanting to see what it was.
However, when the dragon saw the things on the ground clearly through the faint light revealed from the window, the dragon's face couldn't help but change.
The person lying down on the ground is not a real person or a monster.
It was a mannequin used for fitting at home.
I don't know who put it here.
However, what Long didn't expect was that on the windowsill in front of the window facing the model, a black and white box was slowly placed on it.
Seeing this thing, Long couldn't help but froze for a moment.
This is a music box, which looks very delicate in workmanship.
But when did you have something like this in your own home?
Dragons are well aware of their hobbies.
What I like is Beijing opera, and I have never liked foreign music.
And the music box is definitely not something I bought by myself.
At this moment, a dazzling thunder flashed.
The lights in the villa went out again.
The piercing thunder light from the balcony shot into the room and flashed behind the dragon.
This ray of lightning made the entire villa pale.
Only then did Long realize that behind him, a black shadow was looking at him straightly.
His heart shrank violently, and Long just wanted to shoot when he turned around.
But something cold stuck to his face.
In an instant, the dragon felt as if his limbs were frozen.
(Wang Dehao) lost any consciousness.
Fear, like a silent plague, began to spread in the body.
The jaw began to tremble continuously, and the dragon didn't notice until then.
It turned out that it was not that I was not afraid, but that I had been hiding my fear of the unknown and death in my heart.
The neck was so stiff that I couldn't move it.
Through the window full of rain in front of him, Long saw a scene that he would never forget.
In the blurred glass.
A tall, deformed monster like a dry branch was squatting behind him.
The weirdo's face wrapped in linen was pressed against his own.
The rotten, damp smell flows into the brain along the nasal cavity, as if penetrating into the depths of the soul.
The weirdo put his arm on his shoulder as if seeing a friend.
Like the devil hidden in fear in ancient times.
I saw the strange person's voice slowly ringing in my ears, like a nightmare in the fog.
"Child hidden in the candy house, someone is here to pick you up.".