Terror 602

Chapter 9

The elevator finally stopped smoothly on the seventh floor. Su Yang rushed out like the wind, quickly opened the door, turned on the light, and pushed open the balcony door. Standing in the middle of the bright room, looking at the lights of the building opposite, he felt a little more relaxed and felt a sense of security at home.

However, as time passed, this sense of security gradually dissipated until it became weak and could not support his steady heartbeat. After turning off the lights, Su Yang lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, a headless corpse appeared in his mind, showing him a terrible smile, and the bloody hole on his neck seemed to be laughing at him. The shrill begging for mercy kept echoing in his ears: "Don't cut my head, it hurts too much..." The sound was like a saw cutting his nerves, making him almost collapse. He could only stare at the ceiling, not daring to close his eyes. There was silence all around, and even the usually noisy sound of the train disappeared tonight. He felt as if he was lying in a coffin, waiting for the coffin board to fall at any time to completely seal him up. In the end, he couldn't tell whether he was afraid of his eyelids closing or the coffin lid falling. In the dark, he listened to his heavy breathing and felt the pain in his eyelids. Cold sweat oozed from his skin, soaking the sheets, as cold and damp as if covered with moss.

Finally, a train roared past, and Su Yang woke up from the nightmare-like fear. He reached out to turn on the wall lamp at the head of the bed. The soft light dispelled the darkness in the room and brought a little sense of security. He got up and drank a glass of cold boiled water. After thinking about it, he turned on the stereo and put in a Bandari CD, then opened the balcony door, left the lights on, and lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling under the light, listening to the music like a trickle of water, waiting for fatigue to slowly come, and finally fell asleep.

At the same time, in the monitoring room of the apartment, Xiao Zhang yawned and stared at the empty corridor on the seventh floor on the CCTV, and asked Lao Zhang: "Do you think this kind of monitoring is really useful? Can you be sure that he will go out? If he doesn't go out, we will stay here and we won't know what will happen in the house."

Lao Chen thought for a moment: "You are right. Let's do this, you stay here, I will go up to see if there is anything unusual."

"Wait." Xiao Zhang said excitedly, "He came out."

Lao Chen looked at the monitoring screen and saw Su Yang in a suit, opening the door and walking out.

"It's strange, why is he walking so unnaturally? I didn't see him like this during the day." Xiao Zhang approached the screen, puzzled.

"Zoom in the picture." Lao Chen said.

Su Yang on the screen had empty eyes and a stiff body. His walking posture looked like he was being led or pushed forward by someone. Lao Chen frowned: "He's sleepwalking!"

"Sleepwalking?" The security guard next to him asked in surprise, "We've never monitored him sleepwalking before."

"Xiao Zhang, go and catch up with him." Lao Chen whispered on the intercom.

"Got it." Xiao Zhang responded, and soon appeared beside Lao Chen, and the two quietly walked towards Su Yang.

Su Yang hailed a taxi at the door of the apartment.

"Xiao Zhang, go and get the car." Lao Chen was a little anxious.

Xiao Zhang ran away quickly, and soon after, a Santana with the police lights removed stopped quietly beside Lao Chen. He opened the door, and the taxi had passed the corner in front of the apartment and disappeared. "Catch up!" Lao Chen urged.

"Why is this road so familiar?" Xiao Zhang couldn't help asking while driving.

Lao Chen looked out the window and saw a huge sign gently passing by, and snorted: "This is the road we walked this morning."

"You mean, we are on the way to Buyun Garden?" Xiao Zhang's hands trembled slightly.

"Where else can we go besides this? It seems that the mystery of Room 602 should be solved tonight." Lao Chen pretended to be relaxed, noticing Xiao Zhang's nervousness.

Xiao Zhang closed his lips tightly, stopped talking, and focused on driving.

The taxi in front slowly stopped at the gate of Buyun Garden. Xiao Zhang and Lao Chen stopped the car ten meters away, watched Su Yang get off the car, and still walked to the iron gate of Building 6 in a strange posture and rang the doorbell.

"It's so late, who is he looking for?" Xiao Zhang asked curiously.

"602." Lao Chen put down the high-powered telescope and said calmly.

"602? Who will open the door for him?" Xiao Zhang screamed.

"You will know when you see it."

Xiao Zhang looked at Lao Chen's serious face, and his pounding heart calmed down a little. He sighed secretly: "As expected of an old policeman, people who have experienced storms will not panic about anything."

The iron door opened with a "click", breaking the silence of the night. Xiao Zhang covered his mouth and finally suppressed the scream.

Old Chen watched Su Yang disappear in the corridor and pulled Xiao Zhang: "Hurry, follow me!"

When they arrived at the iron gate, Xiao Zhang quickly took out his tools and opened the iron gate. Old Chen thought for a moment and said to Xiao Zhang: "You stay in the car and remember to always observe the movements upstairs. Once I call you, come up immediately."

Xiao Zhang nodded: "Be careful."

Old Chen took out his gun and rushed into the corridor quickly. The corridor was pitch black, all the voice-controlled lights were off, and it was almost pitch dark. Old Chen groped along the wall to the fifth floor and hid at the stairs to peek. Indistinctly, he saw Su Yang standing in front of the door of 602 and raised his hand to knock on the door gently. The door "creaked" and opened automatically, and Su Yang walked in quietly. The iron door was open, like a huge mouth, ready to swallow any figure who dared to break in.