48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng brought his face a little closer to those ferns, and the strange smell in the vicinity didn't get stronger.

So this smell isn't released by these ferns, but it does make the air wetter, mixed with that smell, more uncomfortable.

Zhang Heng scraped it off a little bit with a knife, put it in the seal bag, and then continue to walk down.

About 10 steps down, there was a door in front of me.

If those ferns are just a little cold and uncomfortable, the thing on the door is ugly, it's like a vine, but there's a lot of tiny sarcoma on each section, and there's something like octopus suction cups at the bottom, and they wrap around each other, and then they stick together firmly on the door panel.

And if you look closely, the branches seem to be still creeping slowly.

Zhang Heng also saw such a mysterious scene for the first time.

He now feels like Alice falling into a rabbit hole, but the latter roaming in wonder, and he more like walking into an infinite abyss of terror.

It's just so creepy in front of the door, I can't imagine what's hidden behind the door.

By this time, ordinary people may not be able to help themselves. However, Zhang Heng is just a little uncomfortable in his heart because of that strange smell. He is naturally more calm than ordinary people. With the constant passing of emotions in the copies, he can hardly feel the taste of fear anymore.

Zhang Heng walked straight to the door, and his raccoon cat detector could be useful again.

Despite the struggle and resistance of the cat, Zhang Heng grabbed the back neck of the cat and approached the moving branches. As the raccoon cat approached, the peristalsis of those branches began to accelerate. This feeling was like that of a hunter who found prey.

Raccoon cats, by virtue of their biological instincts, also perceive the imminent danger, struggling harder and harder.

However, Zhang Heng strangled his neck to death, making it impossible to escape.

Until the peristaltic velocity of those branches reached a threshold, listening only to the muffled sound, the sarcoma on the branches exploded together, sticking out countless tiny branches from inside, like the tentacles of mosquitoes, quickly penetrated the body of the raccoon cat, with the help of the [filter lens] Zhang Heng can even see the blood flow along those tentacles into the vine.

Raccoon cat's body trembled, while the colour of fear appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Heng's palm had shrunk back a moment before the sarcoma exploded, but then the strange vines caught it. When the mosquito-like branches stabbed into the raccoon cat, the latter finally calmed down and stopped struggling like a fate.

At the same time, Zhang Heng noticed that the vine at the door handle position also seemed to loosen up a bit. Although it was not intentional, those things were strictly sticking out of the door and did not completely seal the door. Zhang Heng opened the door with a knife while the other party was “eating”.

The position is just enough for him to side in.

Although Raccoon Cat had taught him a lesson himself, Zhang Heng decided to go in and take a look.

He observed the predatory action of the vines, wondering if it was a common disease of plant life, not too fast in terms of speed, Zhang Heng's hands could still escape the moment before the sarcoma exploded, and they would accelerate the peristalsis before preying, and noticed that this sign could also be prepared in advance.

Zhang Heng also confirmed that these things did not seem to react to non-living materials by opening the door with a knife, so Zhang Heng weighed and walked in.

Now that he's here, even hell behind that door, he's gonna go in for a walk.

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Baqing has been nervous listening to the sound of his ear hanging on the other side.

Chang Heng hasn't spoken for a long time since the last conversation ended, but Bai Qing can hear the cat's terrible scream. The sound is like the chalk rubbed over the blackboard, making people panic.

Although she did not see those ancient ferns and the ugly vines on the doors, it was said that the true fear stemmed from man's imagination of the unknown.

Only voices without images make this bizarre atmosphere stronger.

On several occasions, Bai Qing couldn't help but ask Zhang Heng how the situation was, what she saw, and yet feared that she would distract the latter and put her in danger.

So just keep it quiet until the other end of the ear hangs suddenly starts to make a murmuring noise.

Paqing couldn't help it anymore, he said, “Well, what do you see? ”

However, Zhang Heng did not answer in the ear hanging.

The latter is like disappearing, leaving only that louder and louder sound, leaving Cypress's hands and feet cold.

Zhang Heng on the other side also noticed the problem with the communicator.

He and Baiqing had been connected, and before he could hear the other side of Baiqing breathing regularly, but now there was only that strange murmur.

Zhang Heng's estimation is probably due to a problem with the magnetic field here, which interfered with the communication signal.

But now that he's in, he can't go out right away, and most importantly, he's already attracted to the sight.

Zhang Heng finally knew where the vines came from.

In the middle of the hall in front of him was a strange plant, which looked a little like a banyan tree, but a little lower than a banyan tree, although the branches were more lush, and the accompanying vines crawled almost all over the house, making it look like a horrible botanical garden.

Nobody knows how long this thing lasts, and it looks older than those ferns out there.

At the same time, Zhang Heng noticed that this fossil-like plant could breathe like an animal. What was beating in its tree cavity, making a knock-knock-knock-knock sound, like a heart, in addition to the ash-like material erupting from the tree crown.

The strange smell Zhang Heng had previously smelled outside was the tiny ashes that flew in the air, some of which landed on his shoulders and tips.

But that's not the most creepy thing.

Zhang Heng saw something like a chrysanthemum hanging from the trunk of the tree at the first time. It was big and small. There was a dark shadow inside the little chrysanthemum. In shape, it looked much like the shadow in the fourth ventricle he had seen on the CT film before, and what was wrapped in the large chrysanthemum was more like human form.

Zhang Heng also saw his face in one of the great cicadas.