Chapter 250 Red Coffin (2) (4400 words)

  If Yan Junze listened to the little girl at this moment and stuck his hand into the hole, then he would be a fool.

  Yan Junze's goal is very simple, to get rid of the obsession with the lipstick coffin.

  However, the task prompt of [Red Coffin] is not very obvious, it just says that the coffin has been wandering around, and the exact purpose is unknown, maybe it just wants to find a suitable place for burial.

   Of course, this may not be the case.

  If you want to find out the real purpose of this guy, the only way is to interact with it, not just a knife like a high-level spirit remover.

  And now Yan Junze is very clear that the task level of [Red Coffin] is "Fearful (Low, and it does not operate within a task level range. This is a real "Frightening" level task.

   Even if it is a spirit remover, I am afraid that only Guo Youliang's level can get rid of this guy, and he has to pay a certain price.

   "Let's communicate in another way." Yan Junze suddenly stood up.

   Getting so close to the coffin's hole and talking to the little girl trapped inside always made him feel like falling into the inspection well when he was a child.

   I don't know why, but he always feels that the coffin is doing this on purpose. This guy seems to be able to successfully arouse his most primitive fear instinct.

  So Yan Junze chose to stand a little further away, looking at the red coffin.

  At this moment in the coffin, there were no more crying sounds, but after a short silence, there was a sound of groping, and then a gray child's arm stretched out from the hole in the coffin.

  The skin color of this arm is dead gray, and four of the five nails are rotten, which looks disgusting.

   After the arm was stretched out, the little hand started groping around outside the hole.

   After a while, the little girl's voice came out again: "Brother, where are you? I... I'm scared!"

   This scene made Yan Junze stunned, and the memory that was almost forgotten a long time ago appeared in his mind again.

  In the previous life, when he was about five years old, he once threw a glass ball on the ground to play, and the glass ball rolled into the wall hole at the corner of the street.

  At that time, Yan Junze liked the glass ball very much, so he ran over immediately, knelt on the ground, and put his right hand into the hole in the wall.

  Because of his small hands, almost half of his arms entered the hole in the wall, groping around.

During this period, Xiaoyan Junze touched something sticky, like mud, or some kind of stool, but during this period, his fingertips touched the glass ball once, but pushed the glass ball into the hole again deeper.

  Yan Junze liked the smooth and bright glass ball so much, he was not reconciled, and then he lay down on the ground so that almost his entire arm stretched into the hole.

   Sure enough, he touched the glass ball again soon.

   This time, he lifted his finger up, and instead of touching the sphere head-on, he pressed the glass ball from top to bottom, then gently pinched it, and dragged it out of the hole.

   During this process, the bent knuckles suddenly touched a ball of hair, which was fluffy and soft, as if it still had warmth.

  In Yan Junze's illusion, the thing seemed to be still moving slightly.

  At this moment, Yan Junze's whole body tensed up, his limbs became stiff, his brain stopped thinking, and he slowly pulled his arm out of the hole mechanically and completely unconsciously.

  Looking at the hand again, it was covered with a lot of filth, and the stench was suffocating, while the glass ball was held in his hand.

   It took a long time for Yan Junze to realize that there should be a... mouse hole.

  He was very fortunate that the mouse inside did not bite his hand, but the fear of the strange and unknown environment was deeply buried in his heart.

   At this moment, when I saw the dead gray arm groping around, this feeling was hooked again.

   "I said..." Yan Junze's Adam's apple twitched, "Can you stop doing this, let's have a good talk. Well, what I want to know is, are you looking for a suitable place for burial?"

  The arm paused slightly, and after a pause of about three seconds, it suddenly retracted.

   There was no more sound from inside the coffin.

  Yan Junze stared straight at the coffin and stopped asking questions.

   A moment later, there was a click in the direction of the door.

  Yan Junze turned his head and looked over, and saw that the door that he had used his backpack against to prevent it from closing was closing by itself at this moment.

  Even though the backpack was in the way, there seemed to be a person pushing hard behind the door panel, causing the backpack to fall to the side and slowly move backwards being pushed by the closing door panel.

  Yan Junze's attention was attracted by the closed door, but he didn't notice that the red coffin lid not far away was gently lifted by a force inside it at this moment, and moved aside...

  Suddenly, Yan Junze looked back at the coffin board.

  At this moment, not only is the door closing, it seems that the coffin boards can't hold it down anymore.

   "Open the door or hold down the coffin board?" Yan Junze had a tangled thought.

   "Press the coffin first!"

   Soon he made a decision, walked to the red coffin in a few steps, held the coffin lid with both hands, and began to push hard in the opposite direction.

  The lid of the coffin was blocked, and could not be fully opened for the time being, but a gap about three books thick was still exposed.

  Yan Junze felt that the coffin lid was being removed with great force, and he had resisted it with all his strength, but the invisible force was still pushing the coffin lid outward.

  Looking back at the door that was closing, the backpack was tilted at this moment, which created some resistance, making it difficult for the door to close by itself.

  But the door is still closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "Fuck, isn't this embarrassing me? Do you want to revert?" Yan Junze hesitated.

   At this moment, he suddenly lowered his head, and saw the gap between the cracked coffin boards. Inside the dark coffin, the young dead gray arm just stretched out slowly, and began to **** along the edge of the coffin.

   This time, the arm was very close to him, and he almost touched Yan Junze's left hand pressing the coffin board.

   Moreover, Yan Junze found that the little arm was still stretching, which forced him to change the direction of the force that prevented the opening of the coffin lid, moved his hand slightly, pressed against the edge of the coffin lid, and pushed it back forcefully.

This dead gray arm is still growing, exceeding the normal length of a person's arm. With five fingers separated, it presses on the coffin lid, props it up slightly, and gropes around, making a rattling sound, which seems to reveal an inexplicable feeling. weird.

  Yan Junze couldn't control that much anymore, so he tried his best to forcefully push the coffin lid back to its original position.

  As soon as I looked up, I saw that the backpack blocking the front of the door, after being tilted, was pushed against it for a certain distance at this moment, and gradually rolled outwards, losing its blocking effect.

  The door panel suddenly accelerated its closing speed when there was nothing blocking it. Just as it was about to close, a short knife came in and passed through the gap in the door, separating the door panel that was about to close from the door frame.

   This is a magnetic knife. After the blade prevented the door from closing, it twisted slowly, making the crack in the door even wider, and then a slender palm pushed the door open.

   It was Zhang Xiaomo who came.

  After opening the door, Zhang Xiaomo walked into the room in a flash.

  Yan Junze was startled, and said, "Don't let the door close."

  Zhang Xiaomo came to her senses and grabbed the doorknob with her backhand. Unexpectedly, the speed of closing the door was also very fast. The moment her hand grabbed the doorknob, the door finally closed with a bang.

  Zhang Xiaomo twisted and remained motionless.

   "Don't worry about that door anymore, there is something strange in this room." Yan Junze reminded, and then began to consider whether to go back to the file now.

  But after thinking about it, it is completely unnecessary to file back now, because he may take this opportunity to learn more about the attempt of the red coffin.

  Once he was distracted, the strength in his hand suddenly decreased, and the coffin board suddenly slid aside and opened completely.

  A cloud of blue smoke came out of the coffin, with a pungent and unpleasant smell, but the inside of the coffin was dark and nothing could be seen.

  Yan Junze backed away immediately and walked towards Zhang Xiaomo.

   "What are you doing here? It's dangerous here." As he approached, he asked.

   "Let's go out first and then talk." Zhang Xiaomo was not going to answer him directly, but was still twisting the door lock. At this moment, she had already inserted the magnetic knife into the crack of the door and began to stir vigorously.

   Obviously, the moment she entered the room just now, she didn't expect that there would be so many strange things about the door closing by itself, and thought it was just a common phenomenon.

   After all, the weird target is a red coffin, not this door.

  At this moment, after realizing that the door really couldn't be opened, Zhang Xiaomo blamed herself a bit.

   "Maybe... I can't go out for the time being." Yan Junze shook his head.

  At this moment, Zhang Xiaomo also noticed the marks of being hacked by a knife on the door panel, raised her head and said, "Go through the window!"

"Wait first, please be safe." Yan Junze stopped her, "Now the coffin board of the half-big red coffin can no longer be held down, and it opened by itself, just at the moment you just came in. Well, I want to ask You, what were you most afraid of when you were a child?"

  Zhang Xiaomo looked at him puzzled, but didn't answer.

  Yan Junze said: "Are you afraid of caterpillars?"

  Zhang Xiaomo shook his head.

   "Snake? Cockroach? Rat?" Yan Junze continued to ask.

  Zhang Xiaomo still shook her head: "What you said is just disgusting, but I don't feel scared. Why are you asking this?"

  Yan Junze was overjoyed: "You won't tell me that you have nothing to fear since you were a child, right? Hahaha, that's good, so I can be less distracted when dealing with the weirdness of the red coffin."

   "Who says I'm not afraid?" Zhang Xiaomo curled her lips, opened her lips slightly, and then closed them again.

   "What are you afraid of? Is it hard to say?" Yan Junze was surprised, and then he turned his head to look in the direction of the lipstick coffin in the dark.

At this moment, the lid of the red coffin is open, and I don’t know if there is anything running out of it. In short, Yan Junze already has a premonition that as long as he is afraid of something, something similar or even the same will appear strangely in the red coffin. Let yourself reach the maximum fear value.

  That's why he asked Zhang Xiaomo.

   It would be best if Zhang Xiaomo wasn't afraid of anything, so she wouldn't have to worry about anything.

  But in fact, Yan Junze would not admit that there are people who are not afraid of anything since they were born into this world.

   Now that he heard that Zhang Xiaomo was also afraid, he began to feel uneasy.

  Zhang Xiaomo seemed to be remembering carefully, but soon she shook her head: "I seem to... really have nothing to fear? I grew up in a harmonious family and grew up in a good environment, and I was always courageous."

   "That's good, that's good, as long as there's nothing to be afraid of." Yan Junze patted his chest.

   "I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid of one thing. I don't know if that counts?" Zhang Xiaomo said suddenly.

   "Afraid of one thing?" Yan Junze suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "What is it?"

Zhang Xiaomo looked at the place where the red coffin was, and found that there seemed to be no danger, so she said softly in embarrassment: "When I was in elementary school, my uncle liked to tease me the most. He often stood behind me unexpectedly and patted me on the shoulder. I didn’t notice it once, and I was scared to tears by him a few times, so that I often became suspicious of what was behind him, and I didn’t feel this way until after high school.”

  Following Zhang Xiaomo's words, Yan Junze's heart suddenly jumped up and down, beating like a drum.

He swallowed hard, and said: "Listen to me now, there may be something behind us patting our shoulders later, you have to be prepared, don't be nervous, don't look back, let alone turn around. One knife."

  Zhang Xiaomo was obviously startled.

Yan Junze said again: "There are two reasons for not letting you hack it. The first one is that I want to release the other party's obsession. It is not a last resort. Let's not confront it head-on. The second reason is that it is 'terrified (low )', so I have every reason to believe that you can't do it anyway."

   After saying this, Yan Junze saw that Zhang Xiaomo was in a daze, nodded and said: "You can ask me if you have any questions."

  Zhang Xiaomo said: "What is panic? Also, why do you definitely have..."

  Before they finished speaking, there was a slap from behind the two of them at the same time, and they felt a pat on the shoulder at the same time.

   This time, Yan Junze was fine, because he was already mentally prepared. But Zhang Xiaomo screamed "Ah". The moment the scream just came out, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and her reaction was already very fast.

  But subconsciously, Zhang Xiaomo is going to look back.

  Yan Junze quickly put his arms around her neck, but he didn't notice how intimate this gesture was: "Don't look back, it's useless."

   Now both of them are facing the closed door just now, about half a step away from the door panel and the wall. Within such a short distance, Zhang Xiaomo doesn't believe that there will be an extra person behind him.

   Could it be... that weirdness appeared directly in the wall?

   "Let's go, let's go a few steps forward." Yan Junze suggested.

  Zhang Xiaomo nodded, holding a magnetic knife in his hand, and walked together with Yan Junze, walking forward for five steps before stopping.

   At this time, the two of them were getting closer to the red coffin, and this was already the limit distance for the moonlight to penetrate from outside the house. If they went further, there would be darkness.

   "Stop for a moment." Yan Junze said.

  At the same moment, a chill came from the backs of the two, and they were slapped again with a snap.

  Zhang Xiaomo didn't cry out this time, she just shook her body slightly and asked, "Why can't I turn back?"

  The implication is that she has seen all kinds of monsters, even if she looks back, she cannot be frightened by a monster.

  Yan Junze looked at her sideways, with a strange expression on his face: "I mean, what would you do if you turned around and didn't see anything weird, but saw your uncle?"

   "Ah!" Zhang Xiaomohua turned pale.

   "Look, I'm just saying that you are so frightened. If the person who patted the shoulder behind is really your uncle, I'm worried that you will be more dangerous." Yan Junze looked at her seriously.

   "This is weird..." Zhang Xiaomo gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice.

   "Yes, it can arouse the deepest fear in your heart." Yan Junze interrupted her and nodded.

   "We are back to back now, so that we don't have to worry about someone patting the shoulder from behind, and we can also observe the situation around the coffin by the way." Zhang Xiaomo suggested.

Yan Junze's expression froze, and he stared at her big bright eyes: "Miss Zhang, do you know that your proposal will inevitably make me feel the kind of feeling when I was back to back and holding hands with Fang Ning under the moonlight? Chilling, heart-wrenching, spine-chilling fear."

   After saying this, Yan Junze looked down at his faint shadow on the ground.

  (end of this chapter)