Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

"Tell me what's going on here, in as much detail as possible. You guys go first, and I'll ask questions. Those who know can answer." Mei said quickly, then hesitated for half a second before adding, "I'll find a way to get you out."

The first sentence is the purpose, and the additional words are purely for quickly building trust between each other.

But promises, when faced with life and death, are not as solid as most people think, except for some people who stick to their principles.

Mei took a quick look and found that there were about fifteen people in the warehouse, a small number of whom were missing limbs and looked incomplete.

There are limited bullets in the pistol. One has just been used up, and there are still six.

If you get into a life-and-death conflict with these people, you will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

The most urgent task is to obtain information and escape from the strange space contaminated by ghosts.

The strange space is closely connected to the real space, but they are not the same space. Such a warehouse actually exists in reality, but even if living people in reality come to the warehouse, they cannot observe everyone.

A young female classmate stepped forward and recounted, "We were all walking in different open-air areas when we inexplicably passed out. When we woke up, we found ourselves in this warehouse. It was the same for everyone; we all appeared in the warehouse unconscious."

"You are the most special one, because everyone fainted for several hours when they first arrived at the warehouse, but you were the only one who didn't faint. You must have a way to lead us out, right?"

Mei didn't answer the question, but instead chose one point to delve deeper into: "Before you passed out, were the street lights flickering and was it raining?"

The girl immediately responded excitedly: "I am like this!"

Then other people in the warehouse gave affirmative answers one after another.

Mei adjusted her black-framed glasses and was about to ask for another detail, but she gave up the idea when she saw the wet corners of several people's clothes.

She originally wanted to ask if anyone had encountered the same situation as her where the raindrops were separated by something, but now it seemed that no one had.

"What else? What's in these boxes behind you? There are several gaps. Who took them? What's inside?" Mei seized the most concerned point and asked.

Normal items in strange spaces are generally abnormal. Apart from these boxes, the warehouse only has a door and two rows of windows.

Doors and windows are passive objects, but boxes are different.

The danger is obviously inseparable from the box.

After Mei finished speaking, no one stood up to respond for a long time. After about two minutes, a boy held back his vomiting and pointed his finger behind Mei.

Mei turned around and found some minced meat, nails, and a huge trail of blood and claw marks that had been dragged out.

Judging from its width, it should have been left by a person who was dragged out of the warehouse.

"There's a ghost outside! It's really a ghost!"

"I know. I also know that ghosts can't be killed. Let's get to the point."

Mei interrupted the other party's shouting.

If there were no ghost, she would have been downstairs at home by now.

The accessory is connected to Alicia. Logically speaking, the moment I trigger the strange pattern, Alicia will be able to sense the change in breath and rush over.

In terms of time, it should have arrived.

Is this ghost so special? It can actually rival Alicia...

Mei did not place all her hopes on Alicia. At this point, if she was still desperately waiting for others to rescue her, she would not be worthy of escaping from the supernatural incident alive.

You have to rely more on yourself.

"Okay, okay." The man was shocked by Mei's aura, shook his head and reorganized his words, "Every once in a while, a ghost will stand at the door and designate one person to take out three things and give them to it."

transaction?

Mei thought quickly in her mind. Most of the weirdness is accompanied by the characteristics of transactions. But what can the people who suddenly came to the warehouse take out to trade with ghosts?

Box?

Is there something in the box that the ghost wants?

No, if that were the case, then why had someone been dragged away by a ghost before?

"What if we can't give it what it wants?" Mei asked.

The man swallowed and said fearfully, "It will be just like the one at the door...the deal went wrong and he was dragged out and killed by the ghost...there were more than 30 people in the warehouse before."

"Some people wanted to resist, but ghosts are immortal. I saw with my own eyes those who went up had their necks twisted by ghosts, and then... and then..."

Mei interrupted: "Don't recall these painful and meaningless death scenes. Tell me more useful information."

"Okay, okay."

The boy adjusted his thoughts and spoke quickly, "The ghost will designate one person to ask for three things in turn. These things are on us."

"The ghost cannot resist, and the transaction must be carried out. The chosen person must take out a box within three minutes, put the object the ghost wants inside, and then personally deliver it to the ghost."

Hearing this, Mei couldn't help but ask: "What if I give you an empty box?"

"Ghosts will kill instantly!"

“Are there any surviving examples?”

"Yes, it's the one behind me." The man walked to the side and exposed the European woman behind him who was missing an eye and a little finger in front of Mei.

"The ghost's demands became increasingly excessive. At first, it only wanted a strand of her hair, then her right little finger, and finally her left eye."

"But she's lucky, at least she survived..."

Emmm...

Mei noticed that the European woman named by the ghost had manicures all over her left hand, while her right hand was plain. Perhaps it was because the right hand was the most commonly used hand, and it was inconvenient to do manicures on it.

Not wearing glasses means your vision is normal.

As for being asked for a strand of her hair, it was probably because her hair quality was better than other parts of her body.

Is the ghost asking for something perfect to complete itself?

This possibility cannot be ruled out.

What are the criteria for selecting people?

Mei's eyes swept over everyone present and found that those with disabilities were not the same. Some strong people were intact, while some weak people were disabled. This shows that the ghost's standard for selecting people is not the level of health that humans imagine.

While the discussion was still going on in the warehouse, the sound of rain suddenly sounded outside the window.

Seeing Mei's arrival, some people plucked up their courage, but the moment they heard the sound of rain, everyone rushed to retreat to the corner.

Chapter 6 The Umbrella That Should Not Appear

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

The sound of water drops falling to the ground was particularly clear in the silent warehouse.

"It's coming! It's coming!"

Everyone retreated frantically, huddled in the corner. Mei stood where she was, slightly sideways, her gaze shifting to the door behind her.

An indistinct black silhouette stood at the door.

Apart from his two-meter height and unclear outline, the only remaining features were the water droplets that kept falling from his body.

It is obvious that this ghost has a physical body.

If the rain outside can hit it, then any tangible strange thing can probably also attack it.

But... I didn't bring any strange and offensive objects with me today, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare to use them.

Those strange things will cause death if used, so they should never be taken out unless absolutely necessary.

Can you control it?

No...if it could be controlled by brute force, so many people wouldn't have died before.

"What are you doing? Come here!" A girl reminded quietly, but Mei remained unmoved.

His eyes were always fixed on the ghost standing at the door, waiting for its next move.

Soon, the water stains on the ground became brighter red, forming a blood line that continued to spread forward.

"Don't push me! Let me in!" The timid middle-aged woman screamed with fat pressing on her vocal cords, like a fat... livestock pushing into the crowd.

Likewise, many people disregarded etiquette by squeezing and shoving each other just to get deeper into the crowd.

Mei's gaze followed the blood line, which came straight towards her. The moment it approached, it changed direction, bypassing Mei and spreading to the crowd in the corner of the warehouse.

"...it can last about fifteen minutes."

Mei glanced at the increasingly dim pink pendant. When the pendant's color faded completely, it meant that the rules bestowed by Alicia had completely disappeared.

The blood line bypassed him, probably because it was interfered with by Alicia's rules.

Alicia's rules are naturally weird, but unfortunately the contamination time is too short.

However, if the pollution lasts for a long time, it remains a question whether Alicia can maintain her own identity.

Mei looked back and saw blood creeping up on the middle-aged woman who had just struggled to squeeze into the crowd.

Seeing this, the crowd stopped crowding and dispersed, all breathing a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I was not chosen..."

Compared with the relaxed crowd, the middle-aged woman looked ashen, sat down on the ground, and the fat on her thighs bounced.

"It's over, it's over! Why me?! I've already hidden at the back, but there are still many people ahead of me! It's not fair! Aa ...

The middle-aged woman began to complain about her fate, but when she saw Mei, she immediately stood up and knelt in front of her.

"Save me! I pay taxes to the country! Please help me! Kill it, kill that ghost! You have a pistol, you can do it, you definitely can!"

At this point, someone couldn't stand it any longer and pointed out the truth: "That ghost won't die even if its head is twisted off. What can a gun do to it? It's better to honestly hand over the three things it wants. Maybe you can still survive."

Mei ignored the other person and returned her attention to the ghost's feet at the door.

The blood on the ground began to change, converging, stretching, and deforming...

Finally, the name of something was formed: left calf.

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman's face suddenly turned pale after hearing this, and she collapsed to the ground.

Someone in the crowd stood up to comfort him, saying, "It's okay, it's just a broken left leg... It's better than dying."

"Yeah, yeah, it's not like we don't have bandages. Even though they're low quality, they can still bandage you up and stop the bleeding. You won't die."

People were comforting each other, but Mei saw a completely different scene.

Because I don’t know how long it will take to leave, I treat others with care when it is safe, so that others will treat me with care when I am chosen.

But when it came time for the ghosts to select people, they didn't care about their past friendship and tried their best to squeeze in.

But it makes sense. After all, so many people have died... everyone will still feel despair and fear.

Meijue stood there, saying nothing.

The things that ghosts ask for will inevitably become more and more excessive. The European woman was initially asked for only a hair, but in the end she lost an eyeball.

This time, the middle-aged woman was asked for her left calf at the beginning. So the second and third requests might not be so simple...

"One minute has passed. If you don't hand it in within the last two minutes, you will die! If you hesitate any longer, you will have no chance!"

Someone said to the middle-aged woman, and quickly took out a knife from her backpack.

Yes, there was only a small knife, and he had to use it to cut off the middle-aged woman's left calf bit by bit.

Facts aside, this process is probably more terrifying than death itself.

“Ugh… I don’t want it, I don’t want it… Why should I? Why should I? Ahhhhhhh!”

The middle-aged woman cried loudly with fear.

No one will blame, no one will comfort.

"There's still a minute and a half left. Cutting off the calf takes time. If you don't do it now, it will be too late. Make your own decision!"

The middle-aged woman glanced at the phone screen and bit her lip, "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, several young students held down the middle-aged woman's limbs and head, and pinned her to the ground with their hands.

Another uncle took out a knife and gasped for breath.

Time is short and there is no chance to breathe.

The uncle held the knife with both hands, thrust it hard into the flesh below the knee, and shook the handle back and forth to cut the bone.