Unlike humans' primitive fear of darkness, in this Mingyue community, light represents danger, while darkness means safety.

"The name is Mingyue Community, but I will die when I see the light."

Wang Jin complained in his heart, and then began to climb the stairs.

The first target is the young man who lives on the sixth floor.

If you can join the gang, take him with you, and if you don’t join the gang, kill him.

In the narrow corridor, three people walked one by one.

Zhang Dalong took the lead, Wang Jin was in the middle, and Renard fell behind.

Voice-controlled lights were placed in the corridor, but they were all destroyed.

It is precisely because of this that several people can walk safely in the darkness.

Wang Jin tried to take out the flashlight, but before he could call it, the inspiration warning jumped wildly.

There seems to be an unbreakable curse in this Mingyue community.

Turn on the light and you will die.

However, darkness brings the unknown, and unknown brings the fear.

In the dim corridor, Wang Jin gradually felt something was wrong.

The stairs seemed to be getting longer and longer, as if they could not finish walking.

There are no windows in the corridor, and there are no signs that indicate the number of floors.

The sense of space and direction gradually became chaotic, and Wang Jin felt his ears begin to buzz.

"Damn!"

A scream came from behind, followed by the sound of busy footsteps.

It seemed that Reinard had stepped on the empty hand.

Wang Jin was stopped just as he was about to look back at Renard's situation.

"Don't look back, Wang Jin."

The low voice sounded again, and it was also Renard.

"Things are coming up behind you."

Wang Jin froze halfway through his neck, then nodded and walked as if nothing had happened.

There are two Renards behind him.

One lets himself turn back, the other lets him not.

What happens if you look back?

Wang Jin raised an eyebrow.

Judging from the inspiration warning that just jumped, there is no doubt that he would die.

"Wang Jin! Save me!"

The footsteps behind him became more and more messy, then turned into a dull sound of falling to the ground, followed by the sound of the body constantly colliding with the cement ground.

It seemed that Reinard accidentally fell down and rolled down the stairs.

It sounds very hurt.

"Don't look back."

Renard's voice sounded again, and Wang Jin heard something whirling.

Geiger counter, this thing is distributed by the governing bureau, and is used to distinguish strange stories.

However, Wang Jin doesn't like that counter very much.

The sounds and flashes made can easily expose your location, and they will fail directly when they encounter excessive pollution, which is almost useless.

Besides, Wang Jin can tell who is a weird story, so there is no need for this.

People like Zhang Dalong cannot Geiger counters. They are just defective products and are not qualified to be called complete strange stories.

And now, the Geiger counter rang.

In other words, what comes from behind is a strange story that is much stronger than Zhang Dalong.

"Ding bei bei bei."

There were an upsetting sound behind him and Renard's screams.

"Wang Jin, my leg is broken!"

"Don't look back, don't look back."

"Ding bei!"

The Geiger counter was still ringing, and because of this, Wang Jin could confirm that Renard did not fall.

"Ha, that thing doesn't know much about Reynard."

Wang Jin shook his head.

He is the blood of a fighting nation and the godson of the director of the institute.

If Renard's leg was really broken, he would probably use the weirdo called North Country Frost to equip the frozen wounds without saying a word to forcefully restore his ability to move.

Even if he had to amputate his limbs afterwards, he would not cause trouble for Wang Jin.

He wouldn't even hum, and would never yell like this and expose his position.

"Bang."

After snapping his fingers gently, Xiao Hei appeared in the shadow beside Wang Jin and looked back.

"Click!"

A pair of big hands quickly reached over and twisted their necks suddenly.

Xiao Hei's head turned around and continued to look at the thing with his eyes.

He didn't have anything like bones, just a lump of liquid, and the trick of twisting his neck was completely ineffective on Xiao Hei.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Jin turned to look at the master of the big hands.

He is an old man with no head on his neck.

At first glance, I was a family with the old lady carrying a basket.

The old man was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, and it was obvious that his original figure was very tall.

What surprised Wang Jin was that there was nothing extra on the old man.

In other words, he is not a defective product transformed by a doctor, but a serious strange story.

"hiss..."

Wang Jin thought for a moment. When the old lady passed by her just now, Renard's Geiger counter did not ring.

The Geiger counter didn't sound when the woman in the pajamas who was looking for her mother passed by.

But when the old man approached, it rang.

"This family is so outrageous."

Wang Jin raised an eyebrow.

My daughter's head was slightly edema and blood was flowing down. She probably had been modified by a doctor.

Not to mention the old lady, who knows what is under her headscarf.

In other words, only this old man is a strange story formed by himself.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

The old man kept twisting Xiao Hei's head hard, as if he wanted to pull its head off.

Xiao Hei whimpered, as if he didn't quite understand why this old man wanted to touch his head.

Renard looked at the scene silently, then walked around the old man and walked to Wang Jin.

"I just saw a flash in front of me, and he suddenly went to me."

"And it also pretended to be yours and let me see your face."

"Luckily my Geiger counter kept ringing, and I felt something was wrong, so scared that I couldn't speak."

Renard said with some fear.

"Ha? You didn't say anything?"

Wang Jin raised an eyebrow.

In other words, the "don't look back" sound was also made by the old man.

Maybe it’s because some people are sure of being the more they don’t want to do anything, the more curious they are.
To be continued...