"Meow--" A wild cat suddenly jumped out.

The smile on Song Junjie's face disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his eyelids, and two blood red flashed across the glasses on the edge of the golden wire.

The wild cat sensed the extreme danger and immediately arched its back. The green vertical pupils looked at him vigilantly, making threatening screams.

Song Junjie suddenly laughed and took out a ham sausage from his bag.

"Do you want to eat it, cat?" He squatted down and teased the cat with the ham sausage.

The wild cat's back hair exploded, and its four feet were digging desperately on the ground, as if they wanted to escape, but it seemed to be imprisoned by something invisible, and its body was spinning in vain, making a shrill wail.

"Cat, I'm so lucky." Song Junjie reached out and scratched the wild cat's back, and his face showed disgust and excitement.

The wild cat's moan suddenly stopped, as if it was being strangled by someone.

In the next breath, the vigilant vertical pupils became round and large eyes. The outer layer of the eyeballs quickly covered with a thin red tide, and the bones all over their bodies also made a "grace" sound. Several bone spurs came out from its back, and the black and red flesh cracked, and blood vessels and fascia curled in the air.

"Meow--" It screamed, and long fangs appeared in its open mouth, and saliva dripped from its teeth. It stretched out its barbarian tip and licked it gentlely on the back of Song Junjie's hand.

Song Junjie with disgust looked back, but the corners of his mouth were pulled open to both sides again, as if he was very happy. He gently stroked his fingers towards the ham sausage and then opened the outer packaging.

"Eat it, cat." He broke the ham sausage, threw it in front of it, and stood up.

"Pu" something suddenly fell out of his bag and fell to the ground.

He raised his glasses and looked down.

The temporary reporter certificate made of high-end paper still has a faint smell of rosemary. Under the exquisite frosted silver five-stringed zither logo, the words "Ming Shang Yi Wenshe" reflect a dim glimmer.

"Fallen, this world."

He muttered in a low voice, shook his head, raised his foot and stepped over the reporter's certificate, as if he had crossed some disgusting temptation and walked into the doorway.

"Bang", the sensing light lit up, and a thick blood color splashed into your eyes.

Walls, stairs, handrails, ceilings... The entire corridor was filled with dark red and bright red liquids, as if they had experienced an inhumane massacre. The ground was completely soaked in blood-red liquids. Large and small puddles emitted a wet and cold breath, and bloody bubbles rolled and shattered from time to time; the walls were also hung with dark red tumors and light red blood vessels, and turbid thick liquid flowed in the blood vessels, and the dark red sarcoma were also slowly squirming.

They rolled, shattered and wriggled at a strange rhythm, neatly, as if they were the inner cavity of some giant living creature, with a faint smell of sulfur spreading around them.

Song Junjie turned his gaze and looked at everything in front of him with appreciation. After counting breaths, he let out a breath of comfort and slowly walked upstairs.

"Tap, tap, tap".

The sound of footsteps was light, but the sticky and bloody liquid seemed to be afraid of such steps, and quickly separated to the sides, like a split red sea, revealing a dirty and damaged cement staircase; the sensing lights on the fifth floors also lit up at the same time, and the thick and blood-like light emitted a slight vibration, as if awakened by something, and it seemed to be responding to a certain rhythm, clearly extinguishing, trembling slightly.

"dong, dong, dong", the footsteps gradually became louder and heavier, hoarse whispers sounded in the space, and the current-like noise "sizzled", and the whispering voices made whispers, noisy and chaotic.

Song Junjie's face was as usual, and his steps were brisk to the fifth floor on the top floor.

The house facing east on the fifth floor has the only security door in the entire building that still retains its original form. There is a yellowed family portrait poster on the door. Each face on the painting seems to have been re-colored, with a white face, a black eyes, a red mouth, and an exaggerated and weird smile. Above the smiling face are four blood-red characters that have been added to the surface:

Sweet home.

Song Junjie stared at the painting, and the people in the painting also looked at him with a cold smile.

After a moment, his hand holding the key twitched nervously.

But he soon laughed again.

“It’s time to get home.”

The corners of his mouth once again pulled open to both sides, revealing his snow-white teeth.

He did not rush into the door, but carefully wiped the soles of his shoes on the floor in front of the door, tidied up his clothes and backpack, and made sure that his whole body was impeccable. Then he opened the door light with the key and gently turned on the wall light in the corner, as if he was afraid of waking up someone in the room.

The milky white lights illuminate this not-so-large two-bedroom apartment.

Compared to the corridor, this small apartment is so ordinary that it is almost boring.

It also retains some of the decoration styles of the last century, making the whole room look old and out of this era, just like opening the door and traveling to the end of the last century. All furniture is old-fashioned, with some oil-skinned peeling, revealing the gray-yellow wood color.

The only thing that was quite eye-catching in the room was the piano placed in the corner of the living room.

Judging from the English letters on the cover of the piano, this is a very famous European brand piano. However, the ruthless passage of time has made the metal letters lose their former luster and can only reflect a little bit of dim and subtle wall lights, just like the memory of dust falling in time.

"Mom, I'm back." Song Junjie whispered to the empty room, took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet and replaced them, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, his face had a faint fatigue that everyone who came home from get off work would feel, and a relaxed look after returning home.

The lights flowed silently, and the room was a little quiet.

He turned around and closed the security door, took out the key and locked it twice. Then he walked to the bedroom door, stood in front of the half-open door with his body on his side, listening with a focused look as if someone was talking to him.

About ten seconds later, a gentle smile appeared on his lips and he shook his head into the bedroom: "Mom, I'm not hungry. I've eaten. You should go and have something, it's almost nine o'clock."

He glanced at his watch, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and after a moment, he suddenly jumped happily.

"Mom, can I drink a drink today?" He said loudly without looking back, jumping away from the sharp voice, like a boy in the voice change period, jumping open the refrigerator door.

The smell of rotten food instantly rushed out, and the spoiled vegetables and meat dripped downwards with water, and the dirty liquid corroded and deformed the floor near the refrigerator.
Chapter completed!