Chapter 307 Night Patrol

The door to the bathroom was half-open, and the blood-soaked man hung where the red skirt had been before. His body seemed to have no bones and was hanging softly.

The blood slid down his coat little by little, dripping on the ground, staining the white tiles red.

Looking at the bathroom, Han Fei felt a hand tightly gripping his throat, making him breathless. At this time, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes seemed to have frozen.

It was not a red dress that shook in the dark, but a man stained with blood.

The wound was hidden under the security uniform, and the coat was soaked with blood. The man's head was lowered. Judging from his face, he looked very similar to the young security guard Xiaofang.

The window of the bathroom didn't seem to be closed tightly, the wind was blowing, and Xiao Fang, who was hanging in the bathroom in the dark, suddenly raised his hand.

He took out a pair of sharp scissors from his pocket!

The scissors were stained with blood and red fabric, and Xiao Fang had said that he would use these scissors to cut the red dress.

Five fingers gripped the scissors, and he started cutting into his own skin.

The dark red blood flowed out instantly, but Xiao Fang could not feel the pain. He moved faster and faster, feeling as if he had been caught by evil, completely out of control.

His heart was beating so fast, Han Fei wanted to remind the other party, but he seemed to be pressed by a ghost, unable to move or speak.

Desperately struggling and resisting with all his strength, at the last moment, the blood-red lines on Han Fei's arm began to flow, and the pain like steel needles piercing flesh came, and Han Fei suddenly woke up.

He shouted loudly, and Brother Hua, who had fallen asleep at some point, got up from the ground and swept away with a strong flashlight.

"Toilet! Go and save Xiaofang!"

Without Han Fei speaking, Xiao Fang's screams were already heard from the bathroom.

He fell to the ground with several wounds on his body.

"Xiao Fang, why did you come to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" Brother Hua was terrified when he saw that Xiao Fang was covered in blood.

"I don't know. I fell asleep just now and had a dream. It seems that the red dress is back. I want to destroy it. I'm going to cut it into pieces and bury it in the soil..." Xiao Fang's eyes were red, and the pain distorted his face: "When I woke up, I was already here. Brother Hua, what's going on? Did I get caught by that red dress!"

Xiao Fang's voice was full of fear, and he was completely panicked.

Before Han Fei proposed to give away the red skirt, Xiao Fang suggested that the red skirt be cut into pieces or burned, and then buried in the soil. Now these things did not happen to the red skirt, but happened to him!

Brother Hua was distressed and scared when he saw Xiaofang's miserable appearance. He was about to approach and help the young security guard deal with the wound. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something, and he stopped directly: "Xiao, Xiaofang, you behind!"

Xiao Fang, who was already afraid of dying, heard Brother Hua say this, and quickly turned around. It didn't matter when he saw it, he was almost scared to urinate.

The blood-red skirt was attached to his back, and it felt like a drowning person, clinging to the backs of those around him, dragging him into the deep pool together.

With a scream, Xiao Fang grabbed the red skirt and was about to throw it to the ground, but thinking of what happened to him just now, he was a little scared, and finally only dared to gently put the red skirt in the bathtub.

"What can I do? Not only did it come back, but it also seemed to be even brighter, like drinking a lot of blood." Xiao Fang sat on the toilet floor, his eyes full of fear.

Brother Hua seems to have experienced this: "Everything is starting again. When there is only one of us left, the red skirt will probably stop."

He found the medicine box and began to help Xiaofang bandage the wound.

This red dress is fair in some respects. Xiaofang's skin was cut with blood dripping from the surface, which looked scary, but it was all skin trauma.

"Brother Hua, what exactly happened to you last time?" Han Fei was very curious about Brother Hua's previous experience.

After hesitating for a long time, Brother Hua said: "The last time the red skirt appeared was a few months ago. At that time, there were four security guards in Building No. 1, two experienced security guards with two newcomers. I remember very clearly that night. The first half of the night was normal, but in the second half of the night, the red dress appeared inexplicably..."

He sighed softly: "We just threw the red dress into the trash can at first, but during the inspection in the middle of the night, a newcomer suddenly fell from the building, and the place where he fell happened to be the garbage sorting downstairs. Box. The remaining three of us didn't connect this matter with the red skirt at first, but in the next few days, the red skirt kept appearing and pestering us all the time. The other two security guards also had accidents one after another, and finally I was the only one left. When I was alone, the red dress suddenly disappeared."

Brother Hua seems to have said what happened at the beginning, but many details are not disclosed.

Han Fei didn't think the red skirt would suddenly disappear by himself. He suspected that Brother Hua was hiding something. The other party never detailed how the other two security guards died. Han Fei had every reason to guess that Brother Hua killed the other two with his own hands. security guard.

This man is generally a good man, but when his life is at stake, few can stand up for themselves.

Human nature is constantly colliding in the ghost building, like colorful flowers, and this is the meaning of the "flower pot", and it is exactly what the butterfly wants to see.

The house became depressed, Xiao Fang wanted to cry, he felt that he had been entangled by a ghost, and he would probably be the first to die.

"I have been in touch with the red skirt the most, it will never let me go..." When Xiao Fang felt despair in his heart, he suddenly

Seeing the weak Han Fei pick up the red skirt from the bathtub: "You are the only one of the three of us who has never touched the red skirt. I advise you not to have anything to do with it."

"I want to experiment with something." This was the first time Han Fei had touched the red dress. He held it in his hand and carefully felt the touch from his fingertips.

The workmanship of this skirt is average, not a very high-end material, but it feels very comfortable to touch, as if touching smooth human skin.

There are not many patterns on the skirt, but it is very delicate. The original owner seems to like this skirt very much. It is obviously soaked with blood, but it smells a faint fragrance.

"That... What kind of experiment do you want to do?" Brother Hua interrupted Han Fei. He looked at Han Fei as if he had seen a "pervert".

"Wait." Han Fei entered the bedroom with the red skirt. He lifted the sheets and put the skirt under the bed: "Let's turn off the lights and go out first."

The room with the lights on is completely different from the room with the lights off. Han Fei wanted to see if the red skirt could kill the things the takeaway ghost sent under the bed.

If that thing is killed by the red skirt, Han Fei can try to infer the conditions that the red skirt and other ghosts probably need to meet.

When the other two security guards didn't quite understand what Han Fei was going to do, they turned off the lights and left the room.

Just as the three of them had just walked out of the room, a scream came from room 1044. The sound lasted for a whole minute, and the three security guards had goosebumps.

When the screams stopped, Han Fei hid behind Brother Hua, and the three re-entered the house.

Turn on the lights, everything is fine, nothing seems to be happening in the bedroom.

But when Han Fei lifted the sheets, everyone was in a cold sweat.

The red skirt was left untouched, but there was a lot of blood stains under the bed, as if a balloon filled with blood had been squeezed under the bed.

"Do you still remember what I said before? The delivery man brought something into the house, and that thing should have been killed by now." Han Fei picked up the red skirt: "This skirt not only kills people, but also kills ghosts. , maybe we should not resist her, but learn to coexist with her."

"Coexist with a red dress?"

"It should be easier for you to understand if I put it another way." Han Fei held the red dress very solemnly: "Room 1044 was originally her room, and we are just renting the tenants in it. Since we are tenants, will the landlord know? Rent?"

"Yes." Xiao Fang and Brother Hua nodded.

"Money is useless to them. Our lives are rent. If we don't want to die, should we pay her other rents? For example, something in the blood sacrifice building?" Han Fei already had an idea in his heart: " She seems to like the 'items' brought by the deliveryman, and she couldn't wait to do it before we left the room. In that case, why don't we give her that delivery ghost."

"Delivery ghost?" Brother Hua didn't even know how Han Fei came up with this.

"We are the security guards of the community, and we need to maintain the security of the community. The red skirt is also the owner. The takeaway ghost broke into the owner's house and hid under the owner's bedroom bed. Do you think he should be punished?" Han Fei said it makes sense. Under his good manners, Xiao Fang and Brother Hua also agreed.

Before he knew it, Han Fei had become the core of this small group of three, which he didn't even realize.

"It's time for the patrol in the second half of the night, let's go together."

Under the surprised gazes of Brother Hua and Xiaofang, Han Fei folded the red skirt, and they realized that Han Fei said that he was going on patrol with the red skirt.

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