"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 Talk!"
As a burst of low music sounded, the old-fashioned radio in Wen Zhong's hand began to make sounds.
"It's really unlucky that this crappy radio can still pick up such a trendy radio station."
Wen Zhong dug out the radio from the corner of the room when he was cleaning the room. He also opened it with the attitude of giving it a try. If it could still be used, he might be able to make a small profit by listing it on a second-hand website as an "antique".
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"Hello everyone, it is now nine o'clock in the evening, Beijing time. Welcome everyone to Midnight Hour. I am the anchor of this program, Ge Ji. I will bring you the latest and most authentic horror stories in this program!"
"What the hell is this man's name?" 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 turned off the radio, took out the batteries and placed them on the table.
Then he picked up the feather duster placed aside and put on his mask to continue cleaning the house.
Due to his busy schedule at university, 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 at night, he realized something was wrong.
His bed was actually covered with mold.
When Wen Zhong saw this, he immediately called the landlord to communicate, but until now he has not been able to contact the landlord.
"Sell this radio to recover some losses." I had to clean up the mold for three days, and I felt like my body was about to become moldy.
It’s not too much to sell you a radio to comfort yourself, right?
"Zi...Zi...Zi..."
There was a sudden sound of electric current, which startled Wen Zhong.
"Why is this broken radio still leaking electricity?"
Wen Zhong frowned. If it broke, the value would be greatly reduced. At this moment, the radio started to make noise again.
"The ghost... the ghost is coming... run away..."
ghost?
Wen Zhong's face turned a little pale because he remembered that he had already taken out the battery inside.
"It's really moldy. First, the room turned into a garbage pile, and then the radio came with its own backup power source. I was lucky."
Wen Zhong slapped himself hard on the face. He kept telling himself that there were no ghosts in the world, and he was the one who scared himself.
After thinking about it, he quickly threw the radio into the bedroom, then took off his clothes and ran into the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the bad luck.
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After taking a shower, Wen Zhong calmed down a lot. He went straight to the fairly clean sofa. He didn't want to lie on the bed anymore. He had been sleeping on the sofa for the past two days.
"I have a headache. I knew I wouldn't come back."
It was time to go back to school tomorrow, and he was thinking that if he still couldn't contact the landlord, he might as well borrow a bed in a classmate's dormitory to lie down for a few days. As for the house, since it wasn't his own, he could leave it to the landlord to take care of.
Although Wen Zhong was a native of Da'an City, because the university was too far 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.
He thinks he has more freedom living alone, which is actually the case, but cleaning is a little more troublesome.
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 just there. Why did the smell of blood come out? Are chickens being killed next door?
But the moment his feet touched the ground, cold sweat broke out on Wen Zhong's back.
Something's wrong.
With the help of the weak light, Wen Zhong discovered that his feet seemed to be wearing socks, wrapped in a thin layer of velvet, and there was a stench of blood and musty smell coming from the soles of his feet.
Wen Zhong quickly picked up his phone 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 upward.
What's going on? Is it an invasion by alien creatures?
"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 shaking violently, 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 covered his entire body.
Swallowed by people.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the open flesh was exposed to the air, causing bursts of severe pain.
Call the police! Call the police! Wen Zhong screamed crazily in his heart, but the more anxious he became, the more his hands shook. In the end, 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.
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.
What is going on? Is the end of the world here?
A series of situations drove Wen Zhong almost crazy.
He could only force himself to calm down. Wen Zhong tried to get up, but his feet on the ground felt piercing pain.
"Hiss!" He grinned and took several deep breaths of cold air, trying to relieve the pain.
Wen Zhong trembled all over and finally managed to stabilize his body. He looked towards the bathroom again.
It seems that the mold started to spread in the bathroom. Could it be because of the water?
Because he was going to school tomorrow, Wen Zhong thought about cleaning it thoroughly. I am afraid that it was because of this that he contracted this damn mold.
The mold had spread to his knees. At this time, Wen Zhong felt nothing except the smell of blood and mildew mixed together.
Seeing himself being eroded bit by bit but unable to do anything about it, Wen Zhong almost went crazy.
"What should I do? What should I do? The phone is broken and I can't run very far with my legs like this. I shouted so many times just now. With this broken soundproofing, it stands to reason that someone should come and take a look at the situation at this time." Wen Zhong
Shivering, he had already thought of the worst-case scenario, which was that the entire building was eroded.
If so, what should you do?
Just when Wen Zhong was thinking about how to escape, there was a figure downstairs quickly approaching the building.
The visitor couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see that his eyes were staring directly at the building, scanning around, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.