Chapter 7 Itch
This extremely itchy feeling made Ke Wen open his eyes uncontrollably.
He looked down at his chest, there was nothing there, and this extremely itchy feeling suddenly disappeared.
Could it be an illusion?
This thought inevitably appeared in Ke Wen’s mind.
But he still scratched his chest, as if doing so could relieve the previous itch.
However, since he was awake, Ke Wen felt that he should take a bath first, after all, he had been traveling all day, and his body was covered in dust and sweat.
It was probably this reason that caused him to feel itchy after falling asleep.
With this thought, he stood up from the bed.
Ke Wen was staying in a single room, which was only twenty square meters. To take a bath, he had to go to the public bathhouse on the first floor.
Although going to a public bathhouse might be a bit embarrassing for southerners, Ke Wen was from the north, so he didn’t care at all.
Carrying his basin, he entered the public bathroom on the first floor.
Because it was early morning, apart from the dripping sound of the leaky faucet, there was no other sound.
However, Ke Wen was already used to it. He took off his shirt and prepared to wash his hair.
However, when he closed his eyes, the unbearable itching sensation on his chest reappeared.
The itching made him instinctively reach out and scratch hard.
But the skin on his chest felt as if it had been softened by soaking. With just one scratch, Ke Wen felt as if he had scratched off a layer of skin.
And it didn’t hurt at all, it was just itchy… very itchy…
Ke Wen opened his eyes again, but after he opened his eyes, this feeling disappeared again.
At this moment, for some unknown reason, the deaths of the two victims flashed through Ke Wen’s mind.
The skin on the chests of both of them was peeled back and moved to the side, and strange symbols were carved on their chests…
And the reason for peeling back the skin… could it be that the victims scratched themselves?
As soon as this thought emerged, Ke Wen began to break out in a cold sweat.
He lowered his head with great difficulty and looked at his chest.
As he had expected, after just two scratches, the skin on his chest was already open and bleeding. If he continued to scratch… he would also die inexplicably like the two victims!
With this thought, Ke Wen no longer dared to close his eyes. He stared wide open.
His hands were tense, but he was restraining himself, wiping his body with the least force.
However, at this moment, his phone rang.
The sudden sound made the already nervous criminal police officer jump in shock.
He instinctively turned his head to look, and saw that his phone displayed a text message, which read:
“Don’t look at yourself in the mirror.”
The sender of the text message was a string of garbled code, which made Ke Wen’s fear intensify.
As a criminal police officer, he had seen countless scam text messages, but after all, those virtual phone numbers were composed of numbers.
But this text message in front of him… was not.
It was really just a pile of incomprehensible garbled code!
Who sent this text message?
Ke Wen’s finger hovered above the screen, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks.
The light from the phone screen was so dazzling in the darkness.
The more he looked at the garbled code, the more he, a professional criminal police officer, felt a chill down his spine.
Even, he felt like he was hallucinating.
The garbled symbols on the phone began to twist and writhe, gradually forming a blurry outline of a human figure…
“Drip…”
Until a drop of water fell on the screen.
The water drop seemed to have seeped into the motherboard through a crack on the screen. With a crisp static discharge sound.
The phone went black.
At this moment, he finally woke up, and then he realized that after the phone screen went black, it had turned into a mirror.
Only this time, in the phone screen, he was still in the posture of scratching his itch, and his fingers were already deeply inserted into his chest, and blood was gushing out from his chest.
“Damn it!”
Ke Wen instinctively threw his phone, which he had used for who knows how many years, out.
And the moment he threw it out, he clearly saw that in the screen, there was not only himself, but also…
The two deceased from before.
They were surrounding him, staring at him, as if waiting for him to die at any moment and join them.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
The phone that fell to the ground vibrated again, and the light lit up again.
However, under the current circumstances, Ke Wen naturally did not dare to approach the phone. He didn’t even bother to wipe off the shower gel foam on his body, and ran back to his room at the fastest speed.
He closed the door heavily, panting as if he had narrowly escaped death.
“I wonder how Xiaoli and the others are doing…”
As for Ke Wen, he didn’t know if only he had encountered such a terrifying thing, or if the entire team had suffered.
But one thing was for sure: he had to survive.
Based on previous experience, he must not close his eyes, must not look in the mirror… and absolutely must not scratch his chest.
After thinking it through, Ke Wen scanned the room for a suitable weapon.
Since this was a single rented room without a kitchen, after searching for a long time, Ke Wen could only pick up a pair of scissors for self-defense.
He turned on all the lights in the room and squatted in the corner, where his gaze could cover the small single room of less than twenty square meters.
Time passed second by second. Although it was less than an hour before dawn, this short hour felt like an eternity to him.
Ke Wen curled up in the corner, holding the scissors in his hand. He stared intently at every corner of the room, his ears also catching any subtle sounds.
The dripping sound from the public bathroom downstairs, the sound of the wind occasionally passing by outside the window, his own breathing… and even, he vaguely seemed to hear the footsteps of something.
All the lights in the room were on, but for some reason, it still seemed dim, as if the light was being absorbed by something.
He felt his shadow twisting and writhing on the wall, appearing so strange.
And at this moment, Ke Wen thought of the scene on the phone screen.
At that time… those two deceased were surrounding him, so the question arose…
Are they still by his side now?
This chilling thought made Ke Wen’s breathing almost stop. He no longer dared to stay in the room, so he gripped the scissors in his hand, bowed his body, and slowly moved towards the door.
And at this moment…
“I’m like a fish in your soup~”
The phone’s ringtone exploded in the room. Ke Wen’s body trembled violently. He instinctively looked at the source of the sound.
It was a phone with a broken screen, and it was his phone.
But his phone… was clearly left in the bathroom!
