About twenty minutes later, Brian arrived in front of a small single-family villa at No. 36 Jasmine Street.
Parking his bicycle aside, he entered the courtyard and knocked on the door with his bent fingers.
After a "dong dong dong" knock on the door, a tall middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, wearing a short-sleeved vest, giving off an air of calmness and authority, opened the door.
The man's name is Conrad Wallis, and he is Borg's father.
Brian saw the person clearly, and immediately politely took off his bonnet, put it on his chest, lowered his head and said, "Good evening, Mr. Conrad!"
Conrad also saw Brian clearly at the same time, and smiled on his meticulous face: "It turns out to be Brian, come in and talk about anything!"
With that said, Conrad reached out and grabbed Brian's shoulders, and greeted him warmly into the living room, leaving no room for Brian to refuse.
Feeling the huge force on his shoulders, Brian smiled shyly and slowly entered the living room. Immediately, his ears heard the sound of "crash" and "dong-dong-dong" cooking. Hearing such a sound
, he couldn't help but touch his lower abdomen, which had already contracted.
"You should come back after eating something."
Brian smiled bitterly in his heart, not feeling the joy of visiting and meeting for a meal. He adjusted his state, looked at Conrad and said: "Mr. Conrad, Borg hasn't gone to school for two days. I came to see him. He is
What happened? My classmates and teachers are all worried about him!"
Conrad waved his hands and smiled and said, "Nothing's wrong. He's just resting in the room. You go find him. We'll have dinner later!"
"Okay." Brian agreed and trotted towards Borg's room skillfully.
When passing by the kitchen, Brian smelled an unbearable pungent smell. He instinctively wanted to cover his mouth and nose with his hands, but then he thought that he was a guest in someone else's house and felt that this was not good, so his arms stopped.
In mid-air.
He curiously looked in the direction of the kitchen, trying to determine the source of the smell, and saw the back of a tall, thin woman busy in the kitchen.
This back view... looks like Borg's dead mother... Ms. Lidia...
Looking at the back in a daze, Brian suddenly heard Conrad's hearty laughter: "Brian, don't worry, dinner will start soon!"
"Uh..." Brian looked back at Conrad with an awkward expression. He didn't know how to explain it for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he finally gave up explaining and continued to run towards Borg's room.
Arriving at the door of Borg's room, Brian raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling softly: "Borg, I'm here to see you!"
"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."
After knocking on the door several times, no one responded. Brian frowned in a rare way. Finally, he turned the door handle. Seeing that the door was unlocked, Brian entered the room easily.
The room was dark. Brian skillfully turned on the light and felt a cold wind blowing on his face.
"It's so cold. It's obvious that winter has passed..." Brian cheered up and looked around the room, trying to find an unclosed window. However, he found that the window was tightly closed and the curtains were also drawn.
Finally, he found his friend, Borg Wallis, on the bed with a confused look on his face.
"Borg!" Brian shouted as he approached the soft bed, ready to pull his friend up and ask what was going on that prevented him from going to school.
But the moment he came into contact with Berg's body, Brian felt a cold tingling sensation in his palm, and he almost instinctively retracted his hand.
"Why is it so cold? Are you sick?"
Just when Brian was shocked and suspicious, his eyes wandered and saw the face of his long-time friend. At this time, Borg was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was gray, his lips were purple, and there was no sign of breathing.
Brian didn't yell when he saw this, because his mind was blank now.
Staggering back a few steps in disbelief, Brian took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers with trembling palms, and slowly approached Borg's nose. After being unable to feel his breath for a few seconds, Brian's expression became solemn, and he became frightened.
.
"Borg is dead...and it was a long time ago, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. But why does Mr. Conrad say that Borg is sleeping even though Borg is dead?"
"Did I hallucinate, or did Mr. Conrad kill Borg? If so, what was the reason?"
Just as Brian's thoughts were spinning, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell between the 1st and 2nd floors, accompanied by a faint female voice.
"Brian, I heard you are here. Come and let me take a look. We haven't seen each other for a long time!"
"This voice..." Listening to the female voice outside, Brian's body trembled, and a name flashed in his mind - Lydia Marshall.
This is Borg's mother's full name.
"How is it possible? Ms. Lidia obviously died of illness three years ago, how is it possible that she is still..." Brian did not say the word "living" in the end.
Because he didn't believe his guess, in order to stop himself from thinking wildly, he was going to confirm it himself, and the way to confirm it was very simple, that is, to open the door and take a look at the face of the person coming!
"Brian! Brian!" There was no response for a long time. The voice outside was obviously more anxious and moved closer.
Listening to the voice that sounded more and more like the one in his memory, Brian opened the door with complicated emotions, stuck half of his head out, and carefully observed the situation outside.
He said he didn't believe his guess, but such a thing would frighten anyone who encountered it. To be on the safe side, Brian did not choose to go out as a whole.
Looking towards the direction of the corridor, Brian retracted half of his head with just one glance.
Because he saw a long-haired lady with an outstanding face walking slowly on the stairs holding a kitchen knife. The appearance of this lady was exactly the same as the Lady Lidia in Brian's memory.
"What is going on? Ms. Lidia is not dead, or..." Before he could finish the words he whispered, Brian saw that Ms. Lidia's skin and flesh were festering and falling bit by bit.
And it gave off an extremely disgusting rancid smell.
"Brian, come here, let me take a good look at you!" Lidya, whose hair fell off and her body turned into mud, suddenly ran with a knife and rushed towards Brian!
"Hiss!" Cold sweat broke out on Brian's forehead, and he immediately retracted his partially exposed head. As if his body had unleashed some potential, he closed the door and locked it at an incredible speed.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp kitchen knife flashing with a sharp and cold light broke a hole in the door. Immediately afterwards, the blade of the knife extended into the room and scratched Brian's cheek.
Looking at the kitchen knife stuck in the door and very close at hand, Brian gasped for air and was thankful that he had luckily escaped.
"What should I do?" Although he still doesn't know what he encountered, Brian knows that if he doesn't find a way to escape from here, then he will stay here forever.
"Brian! Brian! Come out!"
Ms. Lydia, who had turned into a monster, kept roaring and waving her arms back and forth with the kitchen knife, and kept slashing towards the door of the room.
Her power is so great that every attack can leave a mark on the wooden door.
Keeping his feet back, and looking towards the wooden door that would not last long, Brian clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and at the same time, his brain was running at high speed.