Everyone walked downstairs in shock.
The door was still open, but although the sky outside was not clear, it was much better than the situation just now when I couldn't see my fingers.
Mike looked outside covered in light mist.
About ten meters away, he could only see the outlines of trees there.
It seems that even if you get out of the house, just like in the movies, you will never be able to find your way out.
He looked at the mineral water bottle thrown outside the door and said with great reluctance: "It would be great if there was a way to pick it back up.
Although that ghost doesn't work, other ghosts still work."
"Then go pick it up."
Hogan rolled his eyes: "Maybe he will die as soon as he goes out."
Satan said the rule this time was to stay in the house for eight days and not come out.
If you don't know what the consequences will be if you leave the house, don't act rashly.
"Let me try."
Rudolph happened to see a fishing rod next to him, so he took it over, stretched the fishing rod to its longest length, and then stretched the fishing rod out of the door to fiddle with it.
Because the front part of the fishing rod is soft and tough, it is not enough to move the bottle with water inside.
After a long time, the mineral water bottle only moved half a foot here.
"You bastard, why did you throw it so far?"
Rudolph wiped the sweat from his forehead and put the fishing rod into Mike's hand: "You threw it out, you get it back."
"Okay then" Mike could only grimace and continue to fiddle with the bottle with the fishing rod.
One portion of holy water for each person.
If you still want it, do it.
If you don't want to have nothing to deal with ghosts, you'd better work hard.
This was going to take a while, and just as they were thinking about whether to keep Mike, they started looking for food, but something happened again.
I saw the moving hand in the basement, with its index and middle fingers stretched out to the ground, moving quickly towards the bottle on the grass in front like two legs.
Everyone stared and looked at the hand.
At this time, there was no trace of panic at the beginning.
Compared with the human-shaped stain that could get up from the mattress and pull people into the mattress; the female ghost dragging her long hair and crawling on the wall; the walking wax figure; The ghost slowly walked out; and the grinning ghost just now.
This hand is nothing, it’s just a severed hand.
What if it can move?
Unknowingly, everyone's ability to withstand stress seemed to have risen to a new level.
When the severed hand stopped in front of the mineral water bottle, he then lay down, grabbed it with his fingers and then threw it away, then immediately stood up, supporting the ground with four fingers, and carried the bottle on the back of his hand.
The whole process was completed in one go, clean and tidy.
When he was about to carry it away, Mike became anxious.
"Stop, that's mine."
Mike was so anxious that he almost jumped on both feet.
What's the use?
He couldn't get out.
Then he shouted again: "I'll give you something in exchange, can you give me something in exchange?"
His hand actually stopped, with his thumb pointed at Mike, as if he was waiting for what Mike was going to do in exchange.
"I'll take it, I'll take it."
Mike scratched his head and thought for a long time, but there was nothing to exchange for.
He finally shouted: "Would you like compressed biscuits?
They are delicious."
Everyone collectively rolled their eyes.
This is a hand, not a mouth.
Why are you compressing biscuits?
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As expected, the hand continued to move forward, and Mike hurriedly shouted to stop it: "Slow, slow" If we don’t have enough food, we only have water.
Mike went to get mineral water from Sneijder's bag, but Sneijder stepped back and said sternly: "No."
Mike said anxiously: "At worst, take out my share, I'll just drink half of it first."
"Then take your share.
You won't have any water to drink today."
After giving a warning, Sneijder took out a bottle of water and gave it to Mike.
Mike unscrewed the cap and started to drink.
He drank more than half of it in one go.
He felt that it was almost done, so he screwed on the cap and said to the hand: "See, one bottle for another.
Mine."
It’s better than yours, which tastes bad and salty.”
The hand raised its thumb as if considering it, and then continued walking with the water on its back.
Because there is a bottle erected on the back of the hand, its "walking" speed is much slower.
"What do you want water for with one hand?"
Mike became anxious and shouted, "That's for exorcising ghosts.
You might die if you use it."
"Maybe it's not a ghost," Sneijder said, suppressing a smile.
"It probably wanted to take a bath with water."
"It likes to be clean so much, come on."
Mike then asked: "Do you have to wash your hands?
Okay, how about I add some salt to this bottle of water, as salty as you want, don't go, where are you going?"
Why" Talking to one hand, Harold rolled his eyes, picked up the fishing rod, and then swung the rod very authentically.
The fishhook was thrown out and just caught the palm of the hand.
Harold pulled hard and tore his hand over, and the sharp fishhook pierced into his palm.
The hand seemed to be trying to escape, but was caught by the fishhook.
Harold relaxed a little, and when he grabbed the bottle, he suddenly turned the pulley on the fishing rod as fast as possible, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."
While the pulley was turning, he quickly tightened the fishing line and pulled it out.
The hand hung back.
But that hand seemed reluctant to let go of the bottle.
It grabbed the bottle with five fingers and was fished back together.
"Haha, it turns out you have this skill."
Mike was happy and hurriedly went up to get his holy water bottle.
"I like fishing in my spare time."
Harold said leisurely with a bit of pride.
"Not bad."
Mike smiled and tried to open the five fingers of the hand.
When he couldn't, he hit the back of the hand hard and yelled: "Let go, let me go, that's mine."
I completely forgot that this is a hand.
How can a hand without a body move?
It was really boring.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
After hitting it hard several times, his fingers finally loosened, and Mike finally got the bottle.
He was so happy, it was like getting banknotes.
Harold looked at his hand that was still hanging on the fishhook and kept opening and closing its fingers: "Can this be eaten?"
Rudolf stepped forward and sniffed carefully: "It smells like formalin, so you shouldn't eat it.
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Unless you plan to have your stomach washed after eating it."
"Forget it."
Harold took his hand off the fishhook and threw it out the door.
Unexpectedly, the hand could actually make a sound.
It snapped its fingers in mid-air and the sound of "ta" was like a person screaming "ah" and flying out, falling into the mist in the distance and disappearing.
"These hands are really funny."
Mike said happily holding the bottle with both hands.
Just as he was talking, the hand ran back from the mist, and its four fingers quickly alternated on the ground.
Everyone stared at it, watching it run back from a distance, then ran into the door, and then ran in quickly.
Dining room.
"Why are you running back again?"
Mike was stunned, and everyone was also surprised.
Come back as soon as you come back.
Harold put the fishing rod away, looked at the fishing rod and said: "The fishing line is not easy to break, and the fishing rod is very tough.
If you can't find anything to eat again, maybe you can use this to make a bow."
"It's a good idea.
As long as you find a small knife, you can use furniture wood to cut wooden arrows."
Rudolph took off the tool bag from his shoulder and asked Harold to put the fishing rod in.
Where to go next?
Seeing many people looking at the entrance of the restaurant closest to the door, which is also where the hands go in, Mike became a little uneasy.
He waved his hands: "No, I won't go in.
Thinking of the way those wax figures walked by at night , I don’t want to go in and see those weird ghost things again.”
Cheng Qianxun didn't think so: "The more dangerous the place, the more likely there is food.
Let's look at the table.
Have we looked under the table?
Maybe there is another bag with food under the table."
Rudolf put the tool bag on his back, walked to the entrance, and raised his head: "Let's go in together.
If there is nothing here, I will have to look for it in the basement, upstairs and downstairs."
Sneijder immediately pulled Cheng Qianxun's hand and followed: "Let's go."
Of course Regel followed, and the next people had to go in even if they didn't want to.
If you don't go in, you will have to stand and wait outside, which may be more dangerous than inside the restaurant.
Hogan took a deep breath and followed, muttering to himself: "Those wax men shouldn't move during the day."
"It's okay if you don't want to go in.
When you find something to eat, it won't be his share."
Harold said it most directly.
Mike raised his chest and made up his mind: "Isn't it just going in?
What's the big deal?"
Finally he went in.
The restaurant was still the same as before, full of cobwebs and dust.
There is food on the table that is either black or gray.
It may be wax or it may be real food.
But no one would put their head over or take the plate over to find out.
Even if it is real food, it is impossible to still eat it.
"When I see these wax figures, my scalp goes numb."
Mike hugged himself with his hands, shaking a little.
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He followed everyone closely, except Harold who was stuck in front.
The wax man sitting in the chairman's position was the one who led the way upstairs that night.
The traces of melting by the holy water on his body are still there, but the scary thing is that it seems to have healing properties.
The beating that originally hurt the mouth of the bowl exposed the bright red flesh inside, but now only a scar as big as a button is visible.
Everyone stood beside this wax man and felt creepy.
"My knife" Harold saw that his silver knife was still stuck in the wax man's chest, so he pulled it out with a strong pull.
After wiping it on my sleeve a few times, I took it in my hand.
If the knife hadn't been there and the wound hadn't fully recovered, everything that night would have seemed like a dream. had a nightmare "Then let's look for food now, and leave quickly after that."
Mike still hugged himself with his arms: "I feel like goosebumps are coming out.
If I look at these ghosts one more time, I will go crazy."
Reger sneered: "Where did your courage go?
The kicked-over wax is still on the ground.
Why don't you rub a wick to light a candle at night?"
"Okay," Mike screamed: "It's good that they didn't use me as a candle."
"Wait a minute."
Rudolph frowned slightly: "Originally there were eight wax figures here, but one was destroyed by Mike.
There should be seven more.
See for yourselves how many there are now."
Only then did everyone discover a terrible thing.
There were still eight wax figures sitting around the table.
Their heads were all covered with dust and cobwebs, and they sat motionless and silently. . .
To be continued: