"You're going to lure away the new Gao Ming?" Luo Dong was worried when he saw the middle-aged man hand over even the raincoat that kept him alive.
"It's all right. That monster won't hurt me. It still wants to use my wife and me to perfect itself and gradually replace my child." The middle-aged man knew the danger, of course, but for his child's sake, there was not a trace of hesitation or fear in his voice.
"All right, then." Luo Dong put on the raincoat. His whole body felt sticky, damp, and stifling, and every breath carried the smell of blood.
Luo Dong tried looking inside the raincoat, and cold sweat instantly broke out over him. Masses of hair clung to the places where the raincoat touched his body. Amid a rustling sound, dead faces emerged inside the raincoat. They stared coldly at Luo Dong, their fingers sliding over his body.
The sensation was terrifying, like hiding your whole body under a blanket to escape a ghost, only to discover after the lights went out that the blanket was full of dead people.
"They're all poor souls murdered by that deranged driver. As long as you bear them no malice, they won't hurt you. In fact, they can shield you from harm." The middle-aged man's words brought Luo Dong a little comfort. "It's all right. I wore it the whole time before this."
Once everything was ready, the two opened the living room door. The corridor was just as it had been before: pitch-black and deathly still. An occasional icy draft stirred the clothes hanging out to dry, as though wandering spirits were rising onto their tiptoes.
The corridor was only the beginning. There was no telling what horrors awaited them farther on. Luo Dong would have been