Chapter Nine, The Last Person

Officer Lin shuddered in fear, his hand slowed slightly. I was worried that this old man might cause some trouble, so I pressed down on him and urged, "Officer Lin, hurry and call your colleagues to come over quickly, otherwise, we might all be in trouble tonight!"

This old man is over sixty years old, could he still be a bachelor?

The people on the television, at first glance, seem fine; however, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that each person's face is distorted, and their eyes are filled with ferocity and hatred

The old man kicked me away and reached to unbuckle his belt

It is as if everyone has just drunk blood

The doorman said in a somewhat flustered manner: "Uh, that, that is, it's broken, the phone is broken, please do not move around!"

To her surprise, just as her hand touched the phone, the doorman shouted loudly, "Miss, don't! If you pick up that phone, we will all die!"

The more nervous he became, the more suspicious I felt. Gritting my teeth, I pushed forward and said with a smile, "Let's make a call and have someone come over. The more people there are, the stronger the positive energy, and those strange, filthy things will all disappear."

The doorman, anxious, shook his head and said, "It's still not enough. Take this red belt, which is stained with urine, and go wrap it around that girl's neck. Hurry up!"

He was speaking, while Officer Lin stood frozen in place, his face growing darker. I sensed something was amiss and knew that this old man had some tricks up his sleeve, so I hurriedly asked what we should do

If the person who came in were the familiar A Gui or Wang Lei, I would certainly have been mentally prepared and would not have reacted this way. The problem is that this time, the person who entered, along with the books, is someone I never anticipated.

I stood in front of Officer Lin, tightly holding her hand, and then asked the old doorman, "Sir, do you have a landline here? We need to make a phone call"

He was wearing a burial shroud typically used for the deceased, secured with a red sash. Once it was untied, without regard for my presence, he directly pulled out his genitals and, in the midst of us, released a foul-smelling stream of urine.

I wanted to go and get that phone, but the doorman grabbed me and wouldn't let go no matter what. Officer Lin, who was nearby, also sensed that something was wrong. Taking advantage of the doorman's distraction, he ran over by himself.

The television fell from the table, crashing heavily beside me and sparking a flurry of flames. My waist was struck, causing a sharp pain, and just as I gasped in shock, I saw Officer Lin fling off his red belt and rush to the door.

Unlike the iron door of the morgue, the door here at the gate is made of wood

He still had a deaf and bewildered expression, kneeling on the ground and muttering to himself for a while. Then, he leaned against the wall and got up, turning to us and saying: "What on earth have you provoked to end up in this situation?"

At the moment she mentioned it, the doorman, who had been struggling fiercely just a moment ago, suddenly let out a loud cry, completely giving up all resistance, collapsing to the ground and wailing: "Dead, dead, you young people, why are you so reckless? Oh dear..."

When Officer Lin noticed this mistake, I quickly realized that there was something else amiss at this post, along with the books

My face turned pale, and when I glanced at Officer Lin, I found her staring intently at the old man by the door, trembling incessantly

I have too many concerns, and naturally, I am unwilling. Gritting my teeth and exerting all my strength, I forced the red waistband, which was soaked with the smell of the doorman's urine, onto Officer Lin's face. She seemed to dislike the odor very much, tilting her head back slightly before suddenly pushing me away.

When we came over to negotiate just now, the old man in this house was wearing a thick jacket, and at this moment, the clothes he is wearing resemble the kind of funeral attire that a deceased person wears while lying in a coffin

I looked towards the door and, upon catching a glimpse, couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "How is it you?"

He is older now, experiencing frequent urination, urgency, and not much output, finishing quickly.

The knocking outside the door has ceased, yet I can sense that something is waiting at the entrance. There is a vague swallowing sound, a gurgling noise, that sends chills down my spine.

He fainted, which was a relief, but I was still conscious. I pushed aside the television that had shattered its screen all over the floor and managed to stand up. I noticed Officer Lin had already opened the door.

What is meant by rigidity

I slid several meters on the ground and crashed heavily into the TV cabinet, causing the television on top to shake violently before it fell down.

I did not know what was happening to her, and instinctively moved closer to Officer Lin, grabbing her hand and whispering in her ear: "What is wrong?"

Like me, the doorman has also been watching that direction. Upon seeing Officer Lin in this state, he immediately sighed: "Why are you stopping me? Do you know where that call was directed? Clearly, hiding here poses no danger, so why do you insist on seeking death? Now, is everything alright? Are you feeling relieved now?"

I observed him crying and wailing, and it did not seem like an act. He was quite an elderly man, crying so hard that snot and saliva were coming out together. In that moment, I felt as if I had done something wrong myself

I was just struck by that television, lying on the ground unable to move. The doorman, standing in the puddle of urine, saw her about to open the door and was instantly terrified, shouting loudly as he rushed over to stop her

I was so terrified that I felt I was about to go mad, and to my surprise, the wooden door made two sounds and then stopped. This situation left me utterly astonished, while the old man who had just finished paying his respects to Lord Guan broke into a grin, pointing at the wooden door and saying: "It seems that the talisman I obtained from Putuo Temple really works; the filthy thing is afraid!"

It was Officer Lin; she did not understand what was happening and unexpectedly released the microphone, placing both hands around my neck

Then the old man let out a cry of "Ah," not knowing what he had encountered, and fainted.

Upon hearing my urging, Officer Lin did not hesitate to pick up the phone with one hand while using the other to dial the number

At that moment, I noticed that Officer Lin, who had picked up the phone, suddenly had a stiff expression.

I said that I was very strong, and Officer Lin pushed me down to the ground with one forceful shove. The back of my head hit the concrete floor heavily, making a loud thud, and the pain made me gasp.

Oh dear, how large...

Officer Lin grasped my shoulder firmly, his lips nearly touching my earlobe, and he whispered tremulously, "This gentleman, the one who was just wearing a white outfit..."

In an instant, her expression stiffened, resembling meat just taken out of the freezer, with what seemed like frost on it, creating an awkward sight that felt entirely off in every way.

However, it is this pain that has instead awakened me, making me realize that if I do not resist, I will likely end up going with A Gui, Wang Lei, and Xiao Zhang.

young boy

However, my attention is no longer focused on the corridor outside, but rather on the old doorman in front of me

I raised my hand, just about to put that thing around her neck, when unexpectedly, a pair of hands appeared in front of her neck.

Officer Lin's warm breath brushed against my ear, and a strand of hair fell onto my face, making me feel all itchy. Just as my mind was wandering, upon hearing these words, I suddenly felt a chill run down my back

Although she appeared delicate, she was, after all, a police officer. With strength in her hands, when she clasped them together, I immediately felt my eyes roll back, nearly losing consciousness. In a flurry of confusion, I attempted to send the red belt around Officer Lin's neck, but instead, I ended up touching her chest.

Ma Quandan

I only managed to catch a glimpse earlier, but upon closer inspection this time, I noticed that as the camera flashed by, each of the twenty-four female guests had their lips painted a bright red

She was both nervous and afraid that the other party would hear, so she stayed very close to me

Like a morgue, this guard room is inexplicably very cold. We were just scared to the point of sweating, but upon entering here, we felt a chill all over. In the corner of the room, we could actually see burnt paper money halfway through. What felt most unsettling was the old color television set right in the middle.

I could not evade, and could only curl my body up.

I was just doubting this old man, and I felt somewhat resistant in my heart towards this red waistband that had been soaked with urine, instinctively rejecting: "Sir, is your urine useful?"

I thought that this Master Fang was some kind of reclusive expert, but as a result of Officer Lin's wave of his hand, I also fell to the ground.

The old man did not address my question, but instead shot me a fierce glare. I dared not mock him and hurriedly picked up the red belt from the ground, rushing over to Officer Lin.

A figure entered from outside the door

To!

The old man glanced at Officer Lin a few times and suddenly asked me, "Young man, are you still a virgin?"

The guy blocking the entrance nearly smashed the iron door of the morgue; this wooden door surely can't withstand a collision like that

Who is willing to die

Uh, does it mean being a virgin? My mind was a bit tangled, and when I finally realized, I shook my head vigorously. The doorman's eyes widened, and he scolded loudly: "You little brat, at such a young age, how can you not be a virgin? The world has changed! If you want to stay alive, keep your distance."

It was said this way, yet following the direction of his drifting gaze, I noticed in a corner of the TV cabinet a red landline phone lying in a half-open iron box. Without much thought, I instinctively pointed there and asked, "What is that?"

That kind of hatred feels as if it wishes to crawl out of the television and stab me several times

Upon hearing my question, the doorman's gaze flickered momentarily, but he immediately replied: "No!"