Chapter 1

When James woke up, it was not yet dawn.

It's summer. Even if the temperature is very high at night, the room is not air-conditioned. He was awake half-heated and his eyes did not open. He stumbled up from the bed and wanted to go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water.

The soles of my feet touched the dry floor, but I couldn't kick the slippers, so I tried to open my sleepy eyes, lowered my head, and it was a grey floor.

When was the floor at home so dirty ...

This hazy idea only scratched lightly in his mind before he woke up from his deep sleep, disappearing without a tail, and James's sleepy fans stared and sat beside the bed. Yawning, and the room was dark, quiet and sultry, he tilted his head, little by little, and almost fell asleep again, until he felt dry and thirsty, then shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the brain.

When he finally opened his eyes completely to find the shoes, his light suddenly swept across, but suddenly his eyes widened.

Small rooms, shabby furniture, dirty surroundings.

So strange.

What is this place? !!

James can be 100% sure that this is not his home, not only the furniture layout but also the room size! Even more frightening is that at this moment he finally found out that the reason why the house is so dim is not only because the sky outside is not bright, but also because ...

He was stiff, turning his neck a little bit, looking to his left ---

The window was blocked by a wooden board, long wooden planks were removed from some furniture, and they were cut off with wooden burrs. They ran across the window frame, leaving only a few gaps.

The surface was exposed with many huge spikes and rust. It is streaky, crooked and crooked as if it were broken and incapable of struggling fingers, and it is lying on the top like ugly and horrible crickets, showing a sense of rush and haste, but this is the case, there are still many long nails that have been smashed into the root If it does not penetrate, the nails on the board look very strong, and it is difficult to break without tools.

The curtains were torn, and only half of them were still hanging on them. The scattered rags on the floor were covered with dark brown stains, and the table next to them was all messy footprints.

This room is not only unfamiliar and shabby but also filled with a cold atmosphere. Dozens of bad conjectures rushed into James's mind. One of the most likely ones quickly gained the upper hand-was he kidnapped?

His heart was pounding, and he couldn't find another shoe. He jumped out of the bed and ran outside with his bare feet. He passed through the same strange living room and came to the gate, but he was surprised to find that there was a lot of mess.

Furniture blocked the security door strictly!

What exactly is going on?

He stood in front of the pile of furniture for a moment without hesitation but turned sharply to open the door of the other two bedrooms. However, no one could see the trace of half a person, either. In his three-bedroom room, he was the only one, and all the windows were sealed like the previous one, and the narrow gap revealed could not even stretch out his hands.

Strange, so strange.

There is no one else in this room, and all the outlets are blocked from the inside, as if ... as if all this was done by himself ...

James began to produce fine sweat on his forehead. He stood alone in the dark and dirty strange living room. A cold chill ran down the back of his head, and his falling hands couldn't help clenching.

He forced himself to calm down and looked around the living room in horror, and he could vaguely see the chaos that happened here: the closet and TV cabinet were blocked at the door, other things were scattered on the ground, and the TV with the broken screen, turned over The inverted sofas, tables and chairs, the original oil paintings hanging on the wall fell to the ground, and they also stepped on a few messy footprints.

The floor was full of vase fragments and living debris, and floor lamps that were cruelly divided ...

By the way, lights! How did he forget to turn on the lights!

Waking up in the darkness, his eyes are very adaptable to the environment, James forgot to turn on the light for a while. Now he wants to see the surrounding environment more clearly, and carefully bypasses a pile of debris on the ground and fumbles to the security door. Next, the switch on the wall was pressed, and the crystal chandelier on his head flashed twice and turned on.

Everything in the living room was exposed to the pale light for a moment, but James narrowed his eyes with strong light and waited for a while to get used to it. He put down his hand that blocked his eyes, and he only glanced at the living room, his hair covered with sweat. They all stand up!

In the living room like being ransacked, there are countless blood footprints on the dirty floor!

Not only that, but there are fingerprints, blood footprints, and a thick pool of viscous liquid oozing out of the crumbling liquid on the old and dirty furniture. Standing stiff, suddenly thinking of something, I quickly looked down at my feet, and it turned out that the soles of the feet were also covered with the blood-like liquid. When I didn't notice it, there was nothing.

Once I noticed, the sticky and slippery feeling The more obvious he became, the more he wanted to turn away and run away in fear, and his nauseated stomach swelled, he couldn't help but take two steps backwards, turned back reflexively, and almost sat on the ground in fear!

I saw four bright red characters wet on the snow-white wall in front of me—

[Do not! Yes! open! light! ]

The huge blood words are shocking, and under each stroke there are elongated blood stains, like leaking blood tears, accompanied by four larger blood dripping exclamation marks, just a glance makes people scary!

James's courage is not small, but even a bold person can't help such a scare. He is really scared and quickly backs away from the wall. But what should he do next? I hope these are all pranks of friends, although the possibility is really small ... Who would spend so much effort to make such a joke for him?

Standing in a loss in the living room for a while, tingling his eyes with the blood everywhere, he felt more and more uncomfortable on the soles of his feet, anxious to wash his feet immediately, so he decided to go to the bathroom to clean up first, and then return to the bedroom just now Find a pair of shoes. Any shoes are fine. He is going crazy with the sticky soles.

As for the words on the wall, he still had doubts and didn't plan to do so immediately.

Who knows who writes, and what is the intention?

Moreover, human beings are such creatures, and light can bring a certain sense of security, and no one is exceptional.

In the bathroom sink, I washed my feet well, and finally, refreshing james stepped on his toes carefully to avoid blood footprints on the ground, walked back to the previous bedroom, and found his shoes under the bed, just relieved As soon as he looked up, he found a white card on the table. He picked it up with curiosity and saw the beautiful flower font written on it with a black pen. The first sentence was-

[To dear Mr James Stuart.] James"sucked" in his heart, thinking it was the kidnapper's message, and hurriedly looked down.

- To be Continued.