Chapter 336: Stolen Wardrobe
The surroundings are covered with clothes, stained with blood, most of which were worn by the deceased. Every piece of clothing here represents a desperate memory.
In this maze of clothes of the deceased, Han Fei encountered his first crisis.
The red dress and the madman who entered the closet together disappeared. Han Fei, who was parked alone, was discovered by something in the closet.
The slender arms were of different lengths, obviously belonging to different people, but they seemed to be on the same body.
The bloody clothes were gently pushed aside, and the twisted hand reached into the pocket of the clothes. It carefully searched for the items left by the deceased, extracted the last memory of the deceased, and then ate them as snacks.
There was obviously no wind in the closet, but all the bloody clothes were swaying slightly, like corpses standing under the water, but what was floating was not their black hair, but the spreading bloodshot threads.
So depressed that he was breathless, more and more arms emerged from a certain direction, and his pale fingers seemed to have noses and ears. Even though Han Fei tried his best to avoid them, he was still noticed by the other party.
Its movements slowly became rough, and the hanging bloody clothes were pushed away. One of its arms seemed to suddenly find something. Suddenly, the giant python swimming in the underground river suddenly burrowed towards Han Fei. Come!
Withdrawing the death knife, his muscles tensed up, Han Fei was about to activate the ghost pattern, but at this moment, a music box was knocked over a few meters away from his left, and strange but familiar music was playing in the closet. sounded.
The moment the sound appeared, the pale arms left and changed direction. From a corner that Han Fei had not noticed before, several more arms emerged and grabbed the music box at the same time.
“So many?”
Han Fei only saw one arm, but in fact there were five arms approaching quietly.
A bloody coat behind him touched Han Fei's cheek. His shoulders sank suddenly, and a bandaged hand fell on him.
Looking around, Han Fei found a woman in her early thirties standing behind her. Her left hand was scratched by something, and she was holding a fruit knife in her right hand.
Without speaking, the woman motioned Han Fei to follow her with her eyes.
Bend down and retreat quietly.
The woman seemed to know the wardrobe very well. She judged the direction by the location and area of the blood stains on the clothes, and led Han Fei for a few minutes before she stopped.
"Why did you enter here?" Crouching down, the woman finally spoke. Her vocal cords felt like broken glass rubbing against each other, making every word uncomfortable.
“I always feel that there is something wrong with my wardrobe. I keep dreaming about this wardrobe. Frankly speaking, I don’t know whether I am in a nightmare or reality.” Han Fei’s His expression was impeccable, flustered, confused, and frightened. He was forcing himself to be calm, but he couldn't completely hide his uneasiness. It's hard to imagine that a face can express so many emotions so clearly and still feel so natural.
"This is not a nightmare, this is a place scarier than a nightmare. Everything is real." The woman curled up in the bloody clothes, trying to cover her body with the bloody clothes.
"Then how did you get here? It feels like you have lived here for a long time?" Han Fei looked at the woman. She had a well-proportioned figure and looked relatively strong. Obvious muscles could be seen on her forearms.
"I came in to look for my son." The woman's voice was very low: "I have forgotten the specific time. At that time, my son always cried when he went to bed at night. One day, he suddenly ran to me at midnight. in the room, saying that someone in the closet was watching him, and he was scared."
"Didn't you take his words to heart?"
< br>"I checked the closet for him, and there was nothing in it." The woman held the knife and her voice was low and hoarse: "I decided to sleep with him that night, but in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a voice. I opened my eyes and looked toward the voice, and found my son standing alone in front of the closet, mumbling something..."
"I couldn't hear clearly, it seemed like she was saying - she is my mother now, don't come to play with me anymore, it's very dark inside the cabinet."
"There was no light on in the room. I was frightened at the time. I didn't dare to move until the cabinet door slowly opened and there were pieces of clothes hanging inside."
"When I was thankful that everything was normal, there was something looming behind the hanging clothes. A woman's face was revealed, and she looked almost eighty-nine times similar to me! What scares me is that she seems to be looking at me. The more she looks at me, the more her face looks like mine."
"I sat up from the bed and turned on the light. Then something even more disturbing happened. I found my son lying behind me. The boy standing in front of the closet was gone, but the door was still open."
"My son was killed. After waking up, he rubbed his eyes and asked me—Mom, what’s wrong?”
"But when I heard him calling me mother, I couldn't help but feel chills in my heart. A doubt appeared in my mind - is he really my son?"
The woman held her hand. As she spoke, she did not forget to be vigilant about her surroundings.
“From that day on, I felt like I was going crazy. I would always hear the child’s voice in the room, and I would always see my son running across the room.”
"I started to search for the origin of that wardrobe. I brought that wardrobe back from the second-hand market. It was well made and the price was very cheap. , I thought it was a leak at the time, but later I asked a professional and found out that someone seemed to have died in the closet."
"I returned home and planned to throw away the closet, but when I entered the house, I realized that someone had died. But I couldn’t find my son. The only possibility I could think of was that the wardrobe had stolen my son.”
Veins appeared on the back of the woman's hand holding the knife: "I didn't dare to destroy the wardrobe. I was afraid that after destroying it, I would never find my son again. From that day on, I bought all kinds of things, every day. I stayed outside the closet at night. "
"I slept during the day and stayed at the closet at night, but nothing happened."
"I stayed up like this for a long time. One time I was too tired. , accidentally slept through the night.”
“When I opened my eyes again, the closet door that had been closed was opened, and there seemed to be something hidden behind the clothes.”
“I opened the clothes and looked for them. I came with the prepared gasoline, held the fire, and entered the closet while pouring it. I was ready. If I couldn't find my son, I would come back before the gasoline was poured out and burn the closet."
"But what I didn't expect was that this wardrobe seemed to be at the junction of dreams and reality. The fire went out inexplicably before I walked far away, and the lighter couldn't be turned on at all."
"What's worse, There were all kinds of monsters hidden in the closet, and they began to chase me crazily. I was lucky enough to survive." (End of Chapter)