Doomsday female supporting role

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of rottenness spread from the cramped and dim attic, and the flies were caring, with the sound of buzzing wings constantly.

Wei Cheng and Zhang Yuan stopped at the door, and the stinky smell came back to the tip of their noses. There were dense flies in their field of view, and the flies were two circles larger than ordinary flies. Perhaps because there were too many flying flies that disturbed the two of them's vision, they could not see clearly what was happening in the room.

What's even more strange is that the arrival of the two uninvited guests did not seem to have affected the carnival at all. They completely ignored the open door, as if there was something invisible and intangible that separated the room from the outside world.

Wei Cheng frowned in disgust. The room made him feel uncomfortable, but this discomfort did not come entirely from the senses.

Since we arrived in this ghost place, everyone's superpowers have been suppressed. In addition to their clothes, they can be said to be "single", not to mention self-defense weapons.

No one knew what he would encounter in the attic, so Wei Cheng deliberately used John's shotgun to defend himself. The old-fashioned single shotgun had average firepower, but it was better than nothing.

The shotgun was loaded, and he stepped into the room with the shotgun first, and Zhang Yuan, who was standing beside him, followed closely with a baseball bat.

However, after a few steps, the two stopped again.

When he stepped into the room, Wei Cheng felt his body as if he had passed through a layer of transparent medium, like sticky, wet and cold water vapor brushing through his exposed skin.

The next moment, the vision became clear, even though there were flying flies everywhere, the stench rushed into the nasal cavity, and the sound of flapping its wings stimulated the eardrums. The flies in the carnival finally noticed the two uninvited guests and rushed towards the two of them one after another.

The fly the size of a beer bottle cap hits the body like a small stone. The two had to stop and cover their mouths and noses with their clothes while driving the flies that rushed towards the door.

In the end of the world, stench, flies, and rotten flesh and blood have almost become a reality that can be seen everywhere and cannot be avoided.

The two chandeliers hanging on the roof were beaten by the flies in the air like candles swaying in the wind. In this swaying light, you can still see simple home furnishings and the bed that was placed against the wall that was almost covered with flies.

Wei Cheng subconsciously picked up the hunting rifle and aimed at it.

A head leaned against the head of the bed, and a blanket with a strange luster was covered below the head. It was a black blanket made of countless flies, trembling slightly, and a little ups and downs could be seen vaguely under the black blanket.

If it weren't for the blood hole that bloomed on the top of the head and the red, white and semi-coagulated tissue fluid, perhaps the owner of the head would have been mistaken for being alive.

The wound on the head was like a shotgun. Could it be that she was John's wife Lily? After her husband killed his seriously ill wife, he chose to commit suicide in a terrible way. It seemed reasonable, but it was also strange and inconsistent everywhere.

The flies seemed to have no interest in their heads and avoided them.

There was no trace of hair on the head, and the waxy white skin was tightly tight on the skull, but the face was a little difficult to identify. This was not because of the damaged or corrupt face, but because he was so thin that he had lost his appearance. If it weren't for those eyes that were dying with eyes open, the head would be more like a skeleton covered with skin.

Skeletons are mostly no different in the eyes of non-professionals. This is why people who are terminally ill and who are about to die always have similar faces.

The brown eyes that were dying with eyes closed seemed to flash a strange luster in the light and dark light. He stared at the diagonal top, as if he was staring at the unknown distance through the roof, and the expression on his face was forever frozen at the moment of death.

The expression was not fear, pain, nor peace, but fanaticism and piety. There was a mysterious smile on the corner of the raised mouth.

Even the two people who are knowledgeable have an inexplicable feeling when they see this scene.

The sticky liquid dripped from the edge of the bed to the ground and was quickly covered by flies.

As I walked around, the feeling from my feet made me feel thrilled. The wooden ground seemed to be soaked in liquid and became a little soft, and it sank slightly when I stepped on it. At the same time, something exploded on the soles of my feet, and when I lifted my feet, the disgusting mucus mixed with the corpse of the fly stuck to the soles of my shoes.

Zhang Yuan always thought that her nerves had been tempered enough, but she still overestimated herself. An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness always lingers in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a sensation of itchyness in her right hand. When she raised her hand, her face suddenly became pale with difficulty. The baseball bat in her hand fell to the ground, and soon the baseball bat was covered with flies.

Wei Cheng turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

At some point, several flies crawled around on the back of Zhang Yuan's hand, and the skin on his hands became red and swollen, like allergies or redness after being bitten by mosquitoes. There was a blister in the middle of each lump, and several blisters had broken, and a slightly yellow liquid flowed out.

Zhang Yuan drove away the flies in panic. When she heard Wei Cheng ask, she said calmly: "There are too many flies here. Since people are dead, I'd better leave quickly."

As she said that, she subconsciously hid her right hand behind her, and she didn't want to touch the baseball bat that fell to the ground.

Wei Cheng's expression did not change much. He saw Zhang Yuan's abnormality, but he did not say anything or refute Zhang Yuan's proposal.

Perhaps because of his special ability, he could vaguely feel the distorted, gloomy and fanatical emotions that remained in the room by the dead. Just as the body of the deceased was dead, his soul still wandered back in the room, silently affecting everyone entering the room.

This is undoubtedly a torture for sensitive people.

The room door was closed, the irritating sound was temporarily isolated, and the uncomfortable feeling seemed to be isolated, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Zhang Yuan was about to go downstairs but found that Wei Cheng was looking at her with a meaningful meaning. She was secretly frightened, but her expression was not abnormal. Fortunately, Wei Cheng just glanced at her and went downstairs without saying a word.

She pursed her lips uneasy. She had always been a little afraid of this man. She had a feminine appearance and a gloomy temperament. Although her appearance was pleasing to the eye, his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts made people feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the strange itch in the right hand hit again...

Downstairs, there are two disharmonious places in the bright living room, and all the light seems to bypass these two places, leaving two shadows.

An old-fashioned TV with a smashed screen is still operating tenaciously, and the flickering snowflakes are particularly conspicuous in the dark, but the power cord of the TV has been torn off and thrown on the ground.

Opposite the TV is a single sofa placed in the shadow. At this time, it is covered with a blanket, which has been dyed dark red, and can be vaguely distinguished by a person sitting under the blanket. Occasionally, rotten flesh and blood fall to the ground from under the blanket, just like soft-cooked meat can no longer adhere to the bones.

Everyone in the living room tried to stay away from the two shadows.

At this time, footsteps came from the attic, and soon Wei Cheng and Zhang Yuan appeared on the stairs one after another. Wei Cheng's expression was not abnormal, but Zhang Yuan's face was a little bad.

After getting down the stairs, Zhang Yuan did not stop, but walked quickly towards the kitchen. Soon, the sound of water came from the kitchen.

Yue Pingchuan only glanced at Zhang Yuan, then turned his gaze to Wei Cheng: "How is it?"

At this time, the others in the living room also looked at him and waited for his answer.

Wei Cheng briefly described the situation in the room and continued: "The deceased should be John's wife Lily, who died strangely. The fatal injury seemed to be on the head. The gunshot wound should be caused by a hunting rifle."

Speaking of this, everyone couldn't help but look at the hunting rifle in Wei Cheng's hand.

Yue Pingchuan nodded, not surprised, John's death was quite strange, so perhaps only one person knew what happened during the period when they left. He raised his chin in the direction of Zhang Yuan: "What's wrong with her?"

Wei Cheng shook his head: "That room is very strange, it's best not to get close to it. Zhang Yuan may have been affected."

Yue Pingchuan frowned and looked at him: "Are you okay?"

"Just a little uncomfortable, it's okay."

As he said that, Wei Cheng's eyes swept across everyone in the living room. Except for Xia Qing, there were ten people in their team, and now there were only seven people left. This time, four teammates were found, Ye Yao, Huang Junjing, Wang Ruting, and Lin Jie. Except for Huang Junjing, the other three were injured, but fortunately it was not serious. However, Luo Wenbo and his team only had six people left.

The atmosphere in the living room is quite depressing.

"Where is Xia Qing?" Wei Cheng asked.

When Wei Cheng and Zhang Yuan went upstairs to check, Yue Pingchuan checked all the first floors. Except for two rooms that could not be opened, no trace of Xia Qing was found.

He could only shake his head: "Maybe she is not inside the house and the yard outside has not been viewed."

As soon as Yue Pingchuan finished speaking, everyone heard the sound of opening the door. The sound came from the aisle on the other side of the living room. The people were walking a little heavy and staggering.

At this moment, the originally dim aisle suddenly lit up, and a slender figure appeared on the aisle, which was the "missed" Xia Qing.

At this time, Xia Qing seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle. Her face was pale, and her right face was covered with blood. There was no obvious wound. The blood was winding to her fair and slender neck, because her clothes were black and it was not obvious even if it was soaked in blood.

She lowered her head slightly, held the wall with her left hand, walked a little slowly, her drooping right hand was covered with blood, and blood beads fell to the ground.

The corridor was not long, Xia Qing stood firmly with the wall, raised her head and looked at everyone, her eyes covered with bloodshots: "We really don't have much time..."

But before she finished speaking, a woman's scream came from the direction of the kitchen, and everyone's attention was instantly attracted.

Ma Fei'ang, who was closest to the kitchen, rushed over immediately, followed by Fan Yuanhang, both of whom were Luo Wenbo's team members.

I saw Zhang Yuan standing in front of the pool, scrubbing her right hand desperately. As the water eroded, blood flowed down and flaky skin tissue.

Zhang Yuan's hands were already flesh and blood, but she seemed to be rubbing hard without knowing the pain, and kept shouting "Itchy" in her mouth!

Ma Feiang immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yuan's hand to stop her self-harm behavior. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan was extremely powerful at this time, and he couldn't help it. Fan Yuanhang stepped forward to help, and the two of them worked together to pull Zhang Yuan out of the pool. Even though they were controlled by the two, Zhang Yuan was still struggling constantly.

After a wave of agitation, Xue Zhou, who was originally sitting in the corner, suddenly fell to the ground. He bent his body and tried hard to tear the gauze on his calves. Soon the bright red gauze was pulled down by the leather and flesh, revealing the bloody and fleshy calves.