Chapter 1 Moldy
“Here are the latest horror stories, here are the most truly weird experiences, here is our bridge to communicate with the underworld, give me all your horror and horror, welcome to midnight Time to talk!”
As a burst of low music sounded, the old-fashioned radio in Wen Zhong’s hand began to make noise.
“This radio station is really trendy. I didn’t expect that in this day and age, there are still people who are serious about doing midnight radio stations.”
Wen Zhong is cleaning this radio When he was in the room, he dug it out from the corner of the room. He also opened it with the attitude of giving it a try. If it could still be used, he might put it on a second-hand website as an "antique" and wait for a destined person.
"Hello everyone, it is now nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time. Welcome to Midnight Hour. I am the anchor of this program, He Qi. I will bring you the latest and most authentic horror stories in this program!"
"The truest horror story? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, wasn't it allowed to become a sperm?" After confirming that there was no problem with the radio, Wen Zhong had no intention of continuing to listen.
Looking at the waves of mildew floating around the room, Wen Zhong sighed, took out the two AA batteries he had misappropriated without permission, and stuffed them back into the TV remote control.
Then he picked up the feather duster placed aside and put on a mask to continue cleaning the house.
Because of his busy university studies, Wen Zhong has not returned to this rental house for more than a week. The day before yesterday, when he came back and opened the door, he was greeted by a dark, damp, musty smell.
At first, he just thought it was because he hadn't been home for too long and didn't take it to heart at all. But when he lifted the quilt and got ready to go to bed at night, he realized something was wrong.
His bed was actually covered with a layer of gray mold.
At that time, he called the landlord immediately to communicate, but to this day he has not been able to contact the other party.
"Otherwise, I'd better sell this antique radio to recover some losses." He spent three days cleaning up the mold and felt that mold was about to form on himself.
“Zizzi…zizi…zizi…”
Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of electric current, which startled Wen Zhong.
"Why is this radio still leaking electricity?"
Wen Zhong frowned. If this radio breaks down, its value will be greatly reduced. Just as he is about to violently dismantle and repair it When the radio was turned on, the sound of electricity sounded again.
"Zizi... ghost... the ghost is coming... zizi..."
Hearing this sentence, Wen Zhong's face turned a little pale, not because of the radio He could talk because he remembered that there were no batteries in the radio.
"Are you kidding? Is this still a new energy radio?"
Wen Zhong pinched his face hard. He kept telling himself that there were no ghosts in the world, it was all his own. Scare yourself.
When he thought of this, he threw the radio into the bedroom, then quickly took off his clothes and ran into the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the bad luck.
After a while, Wen Zhong calmed down a lot after taking a shower. After drying his hair and wiping his body, he lay down directly on the relatively clean sofa in the room.
He didn't want to lie down on the bed anymore, because as soon as he lay down, he would think of the overwhelming musty smell. He had been sleeping on the sofa for the past two days.
"It's such a headache. I wouldn't have come back if I had known it."
It was time to go back to school tomorrow. He was thinking that if he still couldn't contact the landlord, he might as well borrow a bed from his classmates' dormitory. In a few days, as for the house, it's not your own anyway, so let's leave it to the landlord to worry about.
Although Wen Zhong is a native of Da'an City, because the university he went to was too far away from home, and he was not used to living in a dormitory, he simply rented a small house next to the university to live alone.
At night, Wen Zhong lay on the sofa tossing and turning but couldn't sleep. He felt that the smell was getting heavier and heavier. In addition to the cold and damp smell, there was even... a smell of blood.
Wait, the smell of blood?
Wen Zhong frowned slightly. The musty smell was nothing but the smell of blood. Could it be that the chickens were being killed next door?
But the moment his feet touched the ground, cold sweat broke out on Wen Zhong's back.
Something is wrong.
With the help of the weak light, Wen Zhong found that his feet were actually like wearing socks, wrapped in a thin layer of velvet, and there was a smell of blood and musty smell coming from the soles of his feet. stench.
Wen Zhong quickly picked up the mobile phone lying aside and took a photo of his feet.
I saw that the familiar flesh color on his feet had disappeared, and was replaced by gray-white mold, and the mold had a tendency to climb upwards.
What is going on! ?
"Erosion." For some reason this word appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.
At this moment, the house that I thought had been cleaned suddenly started to fall with mildew.
Wen Zhong’s hand holding the phone was trembling, and cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks. He felt as if the mold had come to life, spreading upward... to his knees... to his thighs... Until it finally swallowed him whole.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the open flesh was exposed to the air, causing bursts of pain.
Call the police! Call the police! Wen Zhong screamed crazily in his heart, but the more anxious his hands became, the more they shook. In the end, they were so shaken that he couldn't even hold the phone and accidentally dropped it.
"Pa-" The phone fell heavily to the ground, and the screen's light only lasted for a few seconds before being swallowed up by the crazy growth of mold.
At this time, Wen Zhong discovered in despair that everything he could see in this room, starting from the bathroom and along the corridor, was covered with a thick layer of mold.
Is this the end of the world?
A series of unexpected situations drove Wen Zhong almost crazy.
Wen Zhong could only force himself to calm down, and then he tried to get up, but his feet on the ground felt piercing pain.
"Hiss!" He grinned and took a few deep breaths, trying to relieve the excruciating pain. He finally managed to stabilize his body, and then he turned his attention to the bathroom.
The cold, dead mold was still spreading out from the bathroom. These molds seemed to be alive and constantly eroding everything around them.
"Water...is it because there is something wrong with the water..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, because he was going back to school tomorrow, so he decided to take a good bath tonight. I'm afraid it was because of this that he... Here come these horrible molds.
The mold had already wrapped around his knees, and the severe pain made him go crazy. According to the current rate of erosion, it won't be long before his entire body will be covered by the mold.
Looking at his body being eroded by the mold bit by bit, he had nothing to do. Only the stench of blood and mold mixed together stimulated his nerves all the time.
"What should I do now? The phone is broken, and my legs are like this. I guess I can't run far, and the surroundings are really too quiet..." Wen Zhong shuddered. The worst-case scenario has been thought of, which is that the entire building is eroded.
If this is really the case, what should he do? Can he just close his eyes and wait for death?
At this moment, a man in uniform quickly approached the building downstairs.
The visitor couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see that his eyes were staring straight at the building, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he only said one sentence lightly.
"I found you." (End of Chapter)