Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

She silently walked towards the milky white broken door, and her entire back was gradually exposed in front of me. This man was wearing an old jute pajamas, classical style and baggy, the kind of style that can only be seen in old photos, covering his body completely. The hem of the robe was intricately embroidered with lace, and was covered in large and small black stains. I don’t know whether it was due to the reflection of raindrops from the window or large patches of mildew. She looked very weak. She had to stop and cough twice every time she took a step. It took more than half a minute to walk just ten meters.

The distance between the ceilings of hotel rooms is a standard 3.7 meters, which still seemed low to this weird woman. She had to tilt her head to avoid hitting the ceiling. This giant-like physique wouldn't be scary if she were well-proportioned, but she is extremely thin. Even covered with a nightgown, she still reveals her towering shoulder blades and button-like spine, which looks like a walking skeleton or a cornfield. scarecrow.

Which era does the environment in Nightmare belong to? The only thing I can confirm is that I am still in the Fruit Core Hotel, so the reference point is the window sill of Xiaoma's house in the building opposite. I slid quietly under the bed, climbed out from the other end, and then hid under the side window and looked around. The window sill with mottled walls is still there, but the style has changed. The silk curtains have been replaced by thick velvet. Moreover, the door that should be visible is now blocked by a neon sign with red light. This room is not a residential house at all. , but like a corner of the club.

So who is this huge woman not far away? I am certain that she is definitely not the mutilated ghost that scared Krys half of his life last time. Although the person was mangled with blood and flesh, she still had the build of a normal woman and was almost 1.7 meters tall. In addition, there is the hair color. The former has gray-brown dry hair, and the person in front of him has long black hair that hangs down to his butt. These are two completely different people.

I don't know if the noise I made alerted the woman, or if she was hesitant to open the broken door, but this person stopped where he was. She made an unclear and strange groan from her mouth, stood like this for a long time, and then slowly turned her head. When I saw her face, my heart suddenly stopped! A pair of sudden and bright big eyes took up one third of his face, his pale skin was covered with veins like earthworms, his mouth was very big, and a long black tongue about a foot long hung down. This is not a human being, he is clearly just a hanged man!

The withered woman has now realized that besides herself, there is a little mouse hiding here, and that unlucky guy is me. So, she gave up on opening the door and walked closer to the canopy bed. First, she dug around at the other end, and then she opened the sheet and looked under the bed. The smell of snot became stronger and stronger. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. I started rummaging around and found a lighter, but what was the use of it? Can only be used to light cigarettes. She quickly searched one side and started to circle around, so I had to crawl under the bed and plan to sneak back to my guest room. Who would have thought that when I was halfway through the drill, I would feel pain in my ankle. When I looked back, I saw that she had already pinched my calf tightly!

Seeing that I had been exposed, I couldn't help but hold on to the iron bed foot, and at the same time I was groping around in the dark, hoping to accidentally touch a sharp object such as scissors, which could also be used for self-defense. The withered woman was not willing to let me break free, so she pulled me out with all her strength. This unimaginable force would have pulled me out even if I were a cow. The difference in physical strength between the two was too great! I had no choice but to kick as hard as I could, and immediately kicked over the bedside table, and a round object slid under the bed.

He reached out to grab it and looked at it. It was a bottle of classic perfume with a musky smell. The perfume bottle of the old days is different from the contemporary craftsmanship. It relies on the external tube to squeeze the skin and spray the liquid out. I felt like I was expecting a savior. As soon as I picked up the lighter, she dragged me out from under the bed. Compared with this gaunt woman who was more than three meters tall, I looked like a doll, being easily lifted upside down in her hands. Seeing that grimace getting closer and closer, I squeezed the nozzle of the perfume, then polished the lighter, and a flame rushed towards her face!

The moment the fire light came on, it illuminated the man's face. Only then did I realize that the foot-long tongue was clearly vomit that was constantly pouring out, mixed with saliva, and was dripping down. , its appearance is simply disgusting! The fierce flames burned the pair of shiny covers. The man screamed loudly in pain, then opened his bloody mouth and swallowed my whole head into his mouth!

I just felt like I was wrapped in dozens of layers of soaked and slippery sheets. Every time I struggled, I was wrapped tighter, and there was an indescribable force biting down on my neck. In an instant, my head would be crushed like a walnut! If this is a horror movie, this scene will usually involve someone lying on a big bed convulsing or screaming strangely, and then a group of roommates or good mothers and fathers rush into the darkness and turn on the overhead lights to comfort them. But why can't I wake up? Did I know this was going to be a nightmare from the beginning?

Some people say that dreams are black and white without color, but the dreams I have had are always in color. Some people also say that I have no feelings in the dream, but I can feel the power and the fact that my calf is being lifted upside down. You can even touch the cold skin of the other party; some people say that dreams are when people filter things in their minds that they have no time to deal with when they are awake, just like cleaning disks on a computer. But obviously, I was talking to someone earlier. The female soldier is immersed in the gentle land. Even if she wants to appear, it should be her and not the withered woman.

Since there are differences between my description and everyone else's, it makes sense that I can't be surprised. In other words, if others are in a state of light sleep and do not know whether they are dreaming or awake, they will passively accept everything. And precisely because I knew it was false and anticipated the danger, I was trapped inside, so I was able to take action to free myself from the bondage.

Although the whole head was held by the withered woman, my hands could still move freely. My face was facing the man's upper jaw, so my body should be facing the grimace. Before she could twist my limbs, I hurriedly picked up the heavy bottle of classical perfume and sprayed it around, constantly reaching for the lighter. I heard a strange howl in my ears, and the long tongue wrapped around my eyes was released!

The withered woman angrily dug me out of her bloody mouth, stretched out her vaginal claws, and held me tightly like a groundhog. The ferocious look on her face meant that she was planning to twist the person alive like a towel. Screw it to death! My mouth was filled with fishy and salty vomit, so I spat it out at her, and immediately the devil's big copper eyes were filled with filth. So, she no longer cared about strangulation, and threw me out, trying her best to wipe me with her two fat sleeves.

I was struck by this strange force impartially on the milky white broken door. The strong impact force instantly broke open the rotten door, and I rolled out until I hit the opposite wall before falling to the ground! Before I could get up, the haggard woman in the small bedroom roared wildly, stretched out her arms and flew out. With that posture, she was planning to fight for my life! I hurriedly grabbed the splinters of wood and closed my eyes in fear!

With that monster-like body, it would be easy to cut a person into five pieces. I was waiting for an opportunity, that is, the moment she strangled her neck, I stabbed her eyes with the wooden stick in my hand. But I waited for a long time, but this ghost didn't come to catch me. I opened my eyes and saw that she had already passed me and broke into the bathroom. She was lying in front of the toilet, slurping water to wash her eyes, and at the same time, she cursed viciously. Next time If she catches me again, she will definitely cramp and skin me! This haggard woman is not a ghost, let alone a monster, but a person!

Is this humble room in front of me really the bathroom I investigated? The location is the same but the decorations have changed! The place where the bathtub used to be is now a shower room. There are two toilets, one for excreting and one for flushing. There are no floor tiles under the feet, instead they are covered with green plastic sheets! How is this going? Could it be that the overall layout of the warehouse in the dream has changed?

I immediately ran out of the corridor and planned to go back to room 0512. When I climbed back to the wall and looked up, I found that the dressing room that was supposed to be there was missing. It was in the same room as the smoking room and looked empty.. And where the mirror is placed is a row of backless sofas against the wall! However, at this moment, I didn't have the time to survey the terrain. All I could think about was running away, so I couldn't care less. No matter how unreasonable it is, it is part of the dream, but it is very real!

I started crawling on my hands and knees towards the small bedroom. As soon as I grabbed the door frame, I saw the haggard woman already chasing me, all wet. No matter how weak she was, one step was only as good as five steps for me. The room in front of her was just a canopy bed, and she didn't even have the suspense to move or dodge. Just now, I was restrained by her because of that empty environment. Thinking about it, I turned around and fled back to the smoking room. There was a lot of furniture there, including corner cabinets and standing cabinets, especially a large table. Compared with my figure, the terrain was very restrictive for her.

Just as he ran back to the center of the room, the withered woman quickly caught up, stretched out her two vaginal claws and fished for it, and her calf was captured by her again. I was like a towel that she held over my head and whirled. As the world was spinning, I finally realized that she was planning to smash me into pieces together with the table, and then, there would be nothing more. If this continued, there was only a dead end. I raised my other leg, twisted her arm, then grabbed her long hair, turned it to her back, and punched her protruding spine. She immediately lost her center of gravity and fell down, crashing into a pile of chairs. When her vaginal claws were released, I kicked her ribs and threw her out.

From this series of actions, I have realized that this ridiculously tall and thin body, squeezed into such a tight corner, has a fatal flaw, that is, the bottom plate is very unstable. With just a little help, she can't even get up, so there's no need to fight her, it's impossible to fight her. For the haggard woman, let alone a human being, even a chimpanzee would most likely fail.

Sure enough, when she got under the table, the situation began to turn in my favor. Every time she tried to lift the table, my withered calves were kicked hard by me one after another. This man was already very weak and couldn't find his way in the dark. He finally staggered and hit the wooden table. I rolled over like a lazy ass and then heard a"bang" and turned around. Seeing that she had fallen into a pile of broken wood chips.

There happened to be a broken stool leg at hand, so I grabbed it and stabbed her in the abdomen. The haggard woman held the wound and howled repeatedly. With her head as the center, she swept down all the objects around her and struggled like this for dozens of seconds. Finally, he lay down on the ground among the old dust, unable to move. Although this person was motionless, there was no blood oozing out from under her body. I was afraid that she would fake her death, so I didn't dare to step over her carelessly, so I went to the other end of the room, intending to find some heavy objects and hold them in my hands to defend myself.

Just like that, I came to the corner of the original mirror stand and rummaged through several rattan boxes around me. The strange sound in my ears that sounded like drum beats and breathing sounded again, and became clearer and clearer. I glanced at the withered woman. She was still lying on the same spot, her legs were swinging involuntarily. She seemed to be slower than before, and she was ready to get up quickly.

I suddenly became anxious, so I picked up the rattan box and planned to knock her unconscious. However, I failed to pull her away, and I was pulled down by them instead. After further inspection, it turned out that the woolen fabric in the box was stuck in the seam of the sofa cushion. I don't know how it got rolled in. I had to dismantle the sofa, but who would have thought that this seat was actually hollow, like a lid that was opened at once, bursts of green light emitted from inside, and something was hidden in the hidden compartment! What's going on? Could it be that what the withered woman is worried about is this thing in the cover?

No matter how weird the dream is, it still has some logic. Although it was my fault to enter other people's territory in the first place, it is abnormal no matter how you look at it, to punish someone to death regardless of whether they are indiscriminate or indiscriminate. It would make sense if she were an old demon, but she could curse and wash her face, so she was obviously a human being, but her appearance was terrifying. I seem to understand a little bit. When she came to the small bedroom before, the haggard woman had heard the noise and mistook it for a thief breaking in on the other side of the door, so she hurriedly got out of bed to go out. Then she realized the thief was in the house and started searching. She almost had my head chewed off by her. Everything that happened next was all a misjudgment. She thought I came for the treasure and would even take extreme measures to kill her. It turns out that after doing it for a long time, I seriously threatened her!

But how could an ordinary thief be able to deal with such an opponent? The only thing that can kill her, besides elephants, is probably killer whales. I was beaten to the point of death by her, half of my life was gone. If this continues, sooner or later I will suffer from gynophobia like my glasses. Seeing the light in the dark grid getting brighter and brighter, I felt that I had to take a look even if I was dead, so I crawled to the sofa.

What will it be? Jewelry? Lamp? Or a crown? Thousands and hundreds of things came to mind. I climbed up on the sofa cushions and looked down! When my eyes came into contact with this piece of green light, I stayed on the spot for an instant, cursing secretly in my heart. This was indeed a dream, and it was a prank nightmare! There is no treasure at the bottom of the hollow box, but a winding and bottomless ice cave. This green light is like the light of the sun penetrating underwater, making people's eyes dizzy.

I just stared in a daze, gradually feeling out of breath. When I reached out and touched it again, the surroundings were full of bubbles, and I fell into the ice cave without realizing it. I looked around again, but there was no 0514 warehouse or sofa anywhere. This was a dark sea of ​​ice. I was being swept up by a whirlpool and dragged into the dark abyss...

I screamed wildly and was covered in sweat. , sit up. When he looked up again, it was already bright and bright, and he was still lying on the big bed in Suite 0512. The electronic watch on the table showed that it was a quarter past nine in the morning. This was indeed a dream.

The female soldier sat on the edge of the bed with her mouth covered, pointed at the sheets, and couldn't help but burst out laughing:"Is that so serious? She even wet the bed!"

I followed her hand and found, sure enough, there was something between her legs. , a large area was wet, and I was frightened to wake up. I had no choice but to grab the cigarette case in embarrassment, intending to smoke a cigarette to calm myself down. As the laughter became more and more unrestrained, I couldn't help but ask her what she was laughing at.

"Just now, the fat man called and told you to go to the courtyard to find him as soon as you wake up, but you still won't wake up no matter how hard I push you. I saw you were drooling while you were sleeping, so I pinched your mouth and nose. I repeated this several times and you actually peeed, but it made me laugh so damn hard."

"Be serious, last night you were as reserved as a lady, why did you become a crazy girl today? You did a lot of bad things while I was sleeping, right?"I jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to take a closer look at my face. Sure enough, the female soldier had painted a big painted face with an oil-based pen, wearing glasses and a beard. I took a quick shower to clean it up, After being tortured like this by her, I broke out in a hot sweat. I felt that I suddenly became energetic and energetic.

"Besson, you know? Your face is as red as a swaddled baby when you are sleeping soundly. When I saw how cute you were, I couldn't help but want to bully you, and I did that twice more."She was sitting on the toilet, still looking at me and laughing. When she saw that I was about to close the glass door, she came over and twisted my long hair, filled her lips and tongue with it, then hugged my face and said,"Remember to take a nap at noon. Call me and tell me where we can hang out. I will listen to your arrangements today. This kiss will make up for your makeup."