He licked his mind in fear, and his trembling hands could hardly hold the white box.

From the appearance of the hand to the fluorescence, it is shaped into the familiar appearance of Craft. It is also very strange. Only the hollow appearance is imitated, and the inner part of nothing can only provide white light that is not enough to illuminate the whole body.

Craft pressed the luminous side upside down to the ground and kicked it away. With a slight friction, the strange thing that looked like a cell phone slid towards the wall, making a low and crisp "click" sound.

There is only a ray of moonlight left in the light source in the room.

He slowly stepped back, put his hand behind him, and pressed against the rough and cold wall. His brain was running, thinking about what was in his hand just now and why it appeared here.

This is probably the case with the so-called familiar strange things. The familiar part makes the object look even more abnormal. It clearly has similar forms, but in fact it is completely different, such as being cut corners due to its limited ability.

The similarities that should not have appeared made Craft feel hugely unrealistic about everything, doubts are growing, denying the authenticity of the scene.

He felt that he should have realized his situation in a bizarre dream, but he could not wake up and was temporarily trapped in illusion. But he felt so real, whether it was the matte texture of the wall or the sounds he heard, the details were full and full.

The action of kicking away that thing just now was too reckless, and Craft thought, he should be quiet in a strange situation.

This is also part of my grandfather's teaching. The abnormal fright disrupted the proper pace, so he should be more careful.

But the situation was not too bad. When he lay down on the bed, he forgot to understand the scabbard on his waist, and the weapon he trusted the most was still by his side.

Holding the fixed metal buckle with your left hand, and facing the wall, Craft quietly moved towards the door. A place that can quickly transfer and create obstacles must be thought of in any situation.

The right hand stretched out and touched the door bolt first, but the position did not change. If an accident occurs, the best choice is always to open the door and run away when everything is unknown.

The vision gradually adapts to the environment, and the cells on the retina need time to switch to dark vision, changing from a fine picture under the light to a mode that is not very clear but adapts to a dim environment.

The outlines of the tables, chairs and wooden beds emerged, and there seemed to be no change in the whole room, and there was no bloody plot like "Stranger Ceiling".

But the surroundings were so quiet that Craft could hear his drum-like heartbeat, deliberately suppressing the slowing breathing. Blood was running through his body with oxygen, awakening the powerful motor system and dealing with unknown threats hidden in the abnormality.

Logically speaking, even in the middle of the night, there will be some sounds that other rooms are not suitable for all ages. The boss who is vigilant downstairs will adjust the position of tables and chairs.

If Old Wood was present, he would definitely lower his voice and use his usual low voice to tell mysterious stories, saying, "There will be no sound for dead people..."

Craft had long passed the age of being scared by the silent night, but all this thought was still creepy. The strange objects that suddenly appeared on him, the extremely quiet hotel, were almost showing a big problem.

After holding the door bolt, he stopped all his activities, calmed his heartbeat and breathing while he was still in place, waiting for anyone or something hidden in the darkness and silence to reveal his feet.

Patience is an important thing that Craft learned in military training. You will never suffer any loss by exchanging time for life.

In the quiet darkness, silence is used to deal with silence, which is an instinct engraved in genes. It comes from the weird stories of the impulsive people who disappeared into the darkness in ancient times. There is a reflection of keeping quiet in silence in human instinct.

He waited, his mentally nervous, sensitive senses searching endless information. The sense of time was deceived, and it was difficult to judge in the stillness for a few seconds and minutes.

After a long wait, it seemed that after only a short while, he realized that the moonlight on the floor was different from before. The white light became brighter and stretched on the ground. At first, it was a little distance from the bed, and now it has reached the foot of the bed.

It seemed that the light source was adjusting its position, approaching his window, slowly and firmly approaching him.

【That's not the moon】

Consciousness becomes active and reveals the essence of the light source.

【You've seen it】

The bright, gentle light approached gently, and without careful observation, it could not detect its movement, and was addicted to the illusion of peace and harmony.

Craft slowly pulled out the door bolt with his right hand, and he could not continue to stay in this room.

The light continues to increase, and through the gap, the silky white light on the ground widens, turning from light lines to light belts, illuminating on the floor to almost dazzling.

But the warmth, soft and soft feeling remained paranoidly, like a camouflage fur that cannot be taken off, and cannot appear in any occasion inappropriately as the changes of the four seasons.

The door bolt was completely pulled out, and Craft touched the door handle and pulled the door inward little by little with the most careful posture.

The light source is closer. When the brightness reaches its peak, a slight creaking sound is heard, and the leaking light trembles and changes. Something is exerting force on the outside, and the weak boards are deformed.

However, the window is stuck on the inside and the opening method is to open the outside.

Craft had already spread the door open a gap enough to pass and squeezed sideways out the door. He was about to move to the first floor where there was more room for circling, and tables and chairs placed horizontally and vertically would favor those who were agile.

His body cleverly squeezed through the gap without making any sound. Before leaving, he took a last look at the window. The light source was still outside and had no change in position.

"Tu tuk."

The rhythmic knock sounded, and came from outside the window. Just listening to the sound would feel like a polite visitor. The gentle and polite strength reminded Craft of Romeo's visit to Juliet in the middle of the night. Restraint and hoped to attract attention, which made people feel trusted.

However, this is the second floor, and only victims who are confused and half-awake in their minds will take care of visitors outside the window.

The door bolt was inserted into the pocket. This piece of hardwood is quite powerful and is very suitable for contacting the guy who is in trouble at a faster speed.

"Tu tu tu!" Another round of knocking sounded, becoming rapid.

Craft covered the door and retreated to the stairs. He had not yet figured out how to walk through the unfixed stairs without making a sound.

The room was creaking with teeth, probably on the other side of the window, and what was exerting force on it. You can imagine that the weak wooden board was bent and on the verge of breaking.

The patience of the thing attached to the exterior wall is far less than that of Craft, and this is good news, which shows that it is closer to acting by instinct rather than possessing wisdom similar to humans, or even less than some of the cunning beasts in the forest.

When retreating to the stairs, the sound of squeezing and deformation suddenly added the explosion of broken wood fibers, sputtering fragments, hitting the false door panel and rolling on the ground.

It chose to gradually increase its strength and crush the whole piece instead of repeatedly hitting it. The abnormal movement pattern made Craft guess that it did not have a presence similar to that of a mammalian musculoskeleton.

The sound showed that the power was still increasing, and more explosions sounded, and the overwhelmed window frame was torn off the wall and smashed to the ground.

The slight noise filled the sound, no longer the sound of crushing wood, but some familiar and difficult to recognize moan, produced by the vibration of the unknown vocal organs and echoed in the space.

The white light overflowed from the crack of the door, and it entered Craft's room from the window, making a contact sound that was as thick as a paste brush scattering on the wall. Rather than entering, it was to pour some soft substance in.

This disgusting sound is like a bucket of stinky soft seafood. It stretches out its own erosion, slaps the wall of the barrel, mixes with a dim whisper, but it exudes an unreasonable temptation from the spiritual level.

Craft bit his tongue lightly, endured the nausea and nausea, grabbed the railing and retreated. Hopefully it would not realize it was about to open the door for the time being.

The first floor where the brazier was always lit was pitch black, and the vigilant was missing. The wooden steps under the floor could only be gently stepped on, and the small half of the weight leaned against the handrail to prevent any loose wooden board from making a harsh sound.

These dozen steps have never been so painful. You need to use all the steps and techniques you have learned to ensure speed while being silent, so as to avoid attracting its attention.

The light between the cracks in the door was changing, and the light source was wandering around the room.

Consciousness uses the collected auditory information to describe it as a huge soft creature, the mucus on the surface annihilates its frictional sound, and the soft moving organ helps it crawl against the plane.

There are sharp objects scratching on the ground, which may be wood chips or the fangs of predatory organs, embedded in the contracting and peristaltic tissue.

Craft didn't know how it found itself, perhaps it was remembered from the shallow dream of the salt tide area during the day, and then quietly came out of the window at night.

Is it entering the real realm, or is it being chased in a dream that cannot wake up? He bites it with his teeth, and the pain on the tip of his tongue comes, and there is no way to distinguish between true and false.

There are nineteen steps in total, and Craft is counting down in his heart. He has the last two steps. He is far away from the dangerous second floor. After reaching the first floor, he can hide in the kitchen or escape through the gate.

The body who has mastered the skills is proficient in leaning backwards. The last two levels are not high. You can directly step on the floor with one step according to memory.

The blocking feeling came from the soles of his feet, not the floor as expected, and he touched a layer of liquid. The cold, flowing feeling came from his feet and penetrated into the boots from the gaps in the stitching.

Craft realized that he had stepped into the knee-deep water, but it was too late. The subtle balance was broken, and even with his balance ability, he took two steps back in the water to stabilize his body, and the water splashed on his face.

The sound of water is clearly audible.

After two seconds of silence, the sound of squeezing and breaking burst out from the second floor in an instant.

Craft turned and ran.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!