Chapter 83 The Self Behind

A whole piece of white cloth suddenly covered Xu Hui inside, and the dust mixed with mildew immediately penetrated into his nostrils. He couldn't help but panic. He only felt the impenetrable darkness. It seemed that a hand wrapped around him and kept hitting him. In the chaos, he seemed to feel something trying to him. On the neck.

Xu Hui almost instinctively covered his head with his hand, struggled to avoid hitting the key point as much as possible, and quickly thought about how to deal with it.

At this time, it seemed that the leg of the desk hit his leg. He felt that his leg was clucked by something. He immediately scratched a bright light in his mind, put one hand into his trousers pocket and took out a folding knife.

Xu Hui likes to collect all kinds of knives. This knife is one of his collection. Browning classic series, copper knife handle inlaid with red sandalwood, Swedish Sandvik stainless steel blade. If he is not afraid of inconvenience, he plans to take a dog leg knife to defend himself.

Now it's okay. He opened the knife and gently stroked the cloth covering him with a knife in his backhand. The cloth was suddenly cut open.

Xu Hui held a knife and stood up and drilled out of the cloth. The air immediately felt much fresh. He searched around with the knife across his chest, but saw that almost half of the white cloth drawn into two pieces fell to the ground. Except for the messy furniture, there was no one around him.

Even if he didn't look in the mirror at this time, Xu Hui knew that his face must be difficult to see the extreme. He looked back at the white cloth on the ground. Although the light in the room was dim, his eyes had adapted to this degree of darkness. He could still see that the cloth was full of black fingerprints, and the size was not Like the palm print of an adult's hand, he can't help but think of the small mummified corpse once mentioned.

Looking at the current situation, the thing that just attacked him disappeared again. I guess no matter what it was, he didn't like to fight head-on with him. Xu Hui spat the soil in his mouth fiercely, simply put away the knife, went to the door, and checked it to make sure that the door was indeed made of wood. He gritted his teeth and reached out his hand and took out the gun. Come out.

After a few steps back, he raised his gun and fired three consecutive shots at the door lock. The sound of gunfire was particularly shocking in the empty door and shook his head gently. He looked at the door carefully and couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart. There was not even a gun eye around the door lock.

Xu Hui was unwilling and took two steps back and shot all the bullets in the magazine. The deafening sound of gunfire echoed in the room. As soon as he finished shooting, he rushed to the door and hit it hard. Obviously, the wooden door hit him and felt harder than steel.

After hitting several times, he squatted down, raised his hand and carefully touched the door lock. Finally, he couldn't help groping around the whole door to find a gun eye, but the fact was very frustrating. Not only could he find a gun eye, but he couldn't even find the gap between the door and the door frame.

Xu Hui almost out of control and smashed the door lock with the handle of the gun, and the sound of "banging" echoed monotonously in the house. I don't know how many times he stopped this neurotic behavior, turned his back against the door and slowly slid to the ground. An unknown panic involuntarily hit his heart.

He doesn't know what's going on now. Speaking of which, he doesn't have anything to exorcise ghosts and defend himself except the horn. What if he doesn't know his situation? Now that even the gun doesn't work, what else can he do to leave this room?

These two questions alone made Xu Hui feel a little chilled. He suddenly understood the extraordinary feeling that they were in distress in the small building, because he finally believes that there are not only ghosts in this building, but also unbelievably ghosts.

However, after a mess of smashing the door just now, he still vented a lot of fear in his heart. The reason for that feeling was only caused by this unknown situation that could not be fought at the beginning, and now he can relax.

Xu Hui slowly withdrew the empty magazine in the gun and took out a new one to think about what to do next. Out of an unspeakable sense of trust, he firmly believed that he could find something wrong. As long as he knew that he was missing, he would try to find him, and he had so many exorcist guys in his hand. You should be able to save yourself.

In this way, as long as he stays in the house, tries to deal with the unknown things in the room to deal with his various means, and insists on waiting for the extraordinary to save him, he is still likely to leave the small building.

Sometimes people are like this. After having a goal, his self-confidence immediately recovers. At least Xu Hui's mood has basically stabilized. What he has to do is try his best to adapt to changes and see how the things in this room will deal with him.

He inserted the gun back into the holster and was ready to get up to get the flashlight put on the mirror platform. As soon as he stood up, he suddenly heard a harsh sound of an object rubbing against the ground. He was stunned and immediately looked for it and saw the desk hitting him at a very fast speed.

Xu Hui was shocked and hurriedly jumped to the side. The desk wiped his side and hit the door. Before he could stand still, a chair "suddenly" flew over again with the sound of wind. He had to roll to the side. The "clattering" chair hit the wall, and the legs of the chair were suddenly broken.

Before he got up, another chair floated on the ground and hit his head as if it had been lifted.

"Damn..." Xu Hui couldn't help scolding, and a "lazy donkey rolled" came in an extremely unsatience, avoiding the chair that hit his head.

These are quite agile. Thanks to his well-trained skills, when he stood up as a carp, he just rushed to the mirror platform. Under the flashlight, he clearly saw the frightened expression on his face in the mirror, and a man behind him was holding a chair and hitting him again.

In an instant, he saw the appearance of the man behind him and the man's ferocious face. Xu Hui's eyes widened. He could be said to be very familiar with the man behind him, because he was himself.

When he saw the man's appearance, Xu Hui's brain was already blank, but years of military training made his body react more instinctively faster than his mind, which made him almost unconsciously roll forward and take out his gun and look behind him with both hands.

seemed to be fixed. He raised his gun behind him, but his fingers could not pull the trigger at all.

It's not that his body is controlled, but that he realizes that the person who attacked him looks exactly like him, or that's him. How can he shoot himself?

He hesitated for a moment and didn't know whether he should shoot. The flashlight on the mirror reflected a light on the mirror, so that Xu Hui could clearly see his twisted face and the ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth.

Xu Hui now has no idea at all. His forehead is sweaty, and sweat flows into his eyes for a tingling. He can't help closing his eyes, but his fingers pulled the trigger at this moment.

The moment the bullet was fired, the person who attacked him disappeared into the darkness outside the range of the flashlight, and the raised chair fell to the ground in mid-air, and the sound of gunfire came to Xu Hui's ears one after another.

He only fired one shot, lifted the muzzle of the gun into the air, reached out and rubbed his eyes. Although he didn't see the man disappearing just now, he had a feeling that he was still in the room, but he could not see it with his eyes.

Xu Hui mechanically got up from the ground and felt that his body was full of cold sweat. The clothes inside had been wet and pasted by sweat, and he felt cool.

He subconsciously walked to the mirror table, put his hands on the table, gasping for breath, and the scene just now was still deeply reflected in his mind.

Looking up in the mirror, except for his white face, no one appeared around him. Xu Hui swallowed a mouthful of saliva and made a "grunt", which scared himself.

He turned his head and looked around, and the silence returned to the house, and he could even hear the sound of rain hitting the glass outside the window.

Xu Hui took a breath, turned around and looked at himself in his glasses, raised his hand and wiped his face. Suddenly, he only felt a cold wind blowing his cheeks. His hand, which had just left his cheeks, couldn't help but freeze in mid-air. He saw his face and the skin he could see in the mirror quickly plump, drying up like a skin. The bony old man's scarlet blood flowed down from the top of his head and continued to flow down. His eyes suddenly recessed into two bloody eye holes, as if he were staring at himself outside the mirror with a pair of blood eyes.

As the blood flowed through his nose and mouth dripping down his chin, the mirror in front of him began to distort. The original white flashlight quickly turned into a blood red, and a crack appeared in the center of his face from top to bottom, with a "ka" sound, and the mirror and his face split into two halves at the same time.

Xu Hui was shocked, took a step back, raised his hands in the air, and involuntarily fought a cold war. When he woke up, he suddenly found that the mirror was actually safe and sound, and everything seemed to be just his illusion.

The nerves in his brain were tight, and he looked around carefully. He was sure that something was spying and laughing at him just near his body.

He really wanted to laugh at himself. When he chased the rumored "zombie" with a group of special forces in Sichuan, he did encounter a moving body, but he was not afraid. He even offended a mysterious man with strange skills and threatened to curse him. He also laughed at it. As a result, Nothing happened.

I didn't expect that today's Xu Hui would encounter strange experiences one after another in a small building. As a result, he was scared a lot. Obviously, he was almost on the verge of collapse. Are you ready to save himself?

Xu Hui raised his hand and patted his cheek vigorously, trying to calm himself down. He picked up the flashlight in one hand, and the gun in the other hand pointed firmly to the mirror.