In the deserted street, Cheng Yanqing was walking tiredly on the road after correcting the test papers. A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves on the roadside rustled, and the shadows of the trees swayed. The branches shone on the ground, making it look like an old man in his sixties dancing with his withered hands.
Cheng Yanqing had a bad feeling and walked home faster. When he reached the stairs, he stomped his feet habitually. The voice-activated light didn't turn on. He didn't think much about it. It must have broken down again.
The phone was out of battery, so he walked up in the dark. The quiet sound of a pindrop could be heard in the building. The further he walked, the worse he felt. The sound of two people's footsteps? He and his father were the only two people living in this dilapidated building, and his father had the habit of going to bed early, which was very wrong.
Under the weak moonlight, Cheng Yanqing suddenly looked back and saw nothing. He must have heard wrong.
The more I walked, the more nervous I became. When I turned the corner, I saw a horrifying scene. Under the green light of the "safety exit" was a woman with disheveled hair breastfeeding her child. As if she sensed Cheng Yanqing's presence, she turned her head to look at him mechanically. She looked at him with empty eyes for a while, and then screamed.
He wanted to escape, but there were multiple wheezing sounds in his ears, accompanied by a fishy smell in his mouth.
"What are you doing? Hehehehe. What are you looking at? Hehehehehehehehe."
Intention:. . .