Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 9, the non-existent 5th floor

Lu Dan felt a chill creep up his spine and into his bones, mixed with the desperate roar of Chen Feng before his death, and the auditory hallucination of his bones being shattered.

"He's finished eating."

Master Zhang's voice was low as he stared intently at the dark entrance to the stairwell. "That thing swallowed Chen Feng's body and soul, and also merged with Mengmeng."

Lu Dan didn't speak, but silently tightened his grip on the brick wrapped with tape and mud on his left foot.

This was an absurd plan from the start.

"Let's go." Lu Dan uttered a single word and stepped into the darkness that swallowed up the light.

The voice-activated lights were completely dead; the darkness was so thick it felt almost tangible, and each step up the stairs required overcoming immense psychological resistance.

The second floor is safe.

The second floor is safe.

Until they stepped onto the corner platform leading to the third floor.

"Da...da...da..."

This time, the sound of high heels no longer came from upstairs, but from all directions—from the walls, the ceiling, and even the concrete steps beneath their feet, all echoing with this crisp and deadly rhythm.

It appeared amidst a surround sound of death.

It "grew" onto the wall.

On the wall leading from the 3rd to the 4th floor, the original mottled white plaster began to peel off like festering skin, revealing the dark red bricks underneath.

Liquid seeped from the cracks in the bricks, quickly outlining a huge human figure.

Its upper body was wearing a ripped police jacket, while its lower body was wearing a dirty red skirt.

The most terrifying thing is that it has two heads on its neck.

One is a female ghost whose face has been completely disfigured, and the other is Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's head slumped limply on his shoulders, like an overripe rotten fruit. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a high-pitched, mocking laugh: "Hehe...so many feet...so many beautiful feet..."

A sense of dread instantly shattered the three's psychological defenses.

It crushed the victim's flesh, soul, and obsession, molding them into a new nightmare.

The monster on the wall slowly wriggled, and its left foot, wearing a red high heel, "pulled" out of the wall, followed by its entire body.

It lay across the wall, like a giant gecko, looking down at the ants on the steps.

Lu Dan suddenly felt a cold gaze fixed on him.

As the protagonist, he is the core of all the haters in the scene.

The monster's two heads turned simultaneously, its four eyes focusing on Lu Dan, finally settling on his left foot, which was covered in mud and duct tape.

"That's... mine?" the monster uttered a muffled question, tinged with greed and doubt.

Lu Danqiang suppressed the violent beating of his heart; he knew this was the only window of opportunity for him to gamble.

He took a step forward, exposing the deformed "muddy foot" to the dim light of his cell phone.

"Yes, this is for you." Lu Dan's voice was hoarse. He was betting that the core logic of this fused monster was still that of a fanatical perfectionist.

"Your original foot wasn't perfect, so I brought you a new one, a custom-made one."

The monster froze, its chaotic mind seemingly processing the concept of "custom-made".

It slowly climbed down the wall, its movements stiff, yet carrying an unstoppable sense of oppression.

His intact right hand reached towards Lu Dan's left foot, the instant it touched the mud—

"It's filthy! It stinks!" two voices roared simultaneously. The female ghost's head was filled with offended rage, while Chen Feng's head emitted a scream of vanity being trampled. "You're lying to me! You're humiliating me!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted instantly, sending Lu Dan flying and crashing heavily into the stair railing, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his chest.

"Attack!" Lu Dan roared, clutching his chest.

Lin Xiaoxiao, who had been hiding in the back, suddenly stepped forward. Her face was deathly pale, but her eyes flashed with a fierce determination.

"You think you can turn into a swan just by changing your feet?" Lin Xiaoxiao's voice was shrill and piercing, striking the monster's sore spot. "Look at yourself now, how disgusting! You're just a cobbled-together piece of trash! Even in those shoes, you're just a clown wearing adult shoes!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Its red dress began to bleed profusely, and countless black hairs exploded like steel needles, indiscriminately stabbing in all directions.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands—lock!" The old man bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his blackened severed finger. The severed finger instantly ignited, transforming into a ghastly green chain that tightly bound the monster's ankle.

"Run! Run upwards!" Master Zhang roared, "I can't hold it for long!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Lu Dan grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao and pulled her up, not caring what lay ahead. At this moment, there was only one way out—upstairs.

The three of them ran wildly through the narrow stairwell, with the roar of a monster breaking free of its chains and the loud crash of walls being torn apart behind them.

Fourth floor, fifth floor… Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped, pointing at the floor plan on the wall with a look of horror: “This building only has four floors!”

Lu Dan looked up and saw a large "five" painted in red on the mottled wall.

Qingyu Apartment is an old tenement building from the 80s. The building does indeed only have four floors, but now they are standing at the entrance to a non-existent fifth floor.

There are no doors for any residents in the building; there are only bare walls on both sides that stretch into the darkness at the end of the line of sight.

The roar from below grew closer, and each heavy footstep pounded against the three men's hearts.

"Don't stop, keep going."

The three of them started walking again.

This is perhaps the longest staircase in the world, each step feeling like soft, rotting flesh, with a slight sinking sensation when stepped on.

Suddenly, the sound of countless fingernails scratching the ground came from behind. The monster, on all fours like a giant spider, was rapidly climbing the stairs.

"It's catching up!"

Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and looked back, her voice trembling with tears.

In the darkness, the female ghost, a fusion of Chen Feng and Mengmeng, hung upside down at the corner below, her mouth split open to her ears, revealing a row of fine, shark-like fangs.

Lu Dan bent down, ripped open the tape, and hurled the prepared bait—a brick covered in mud and smeared with his own blood—at the monster.

"Here you go! Didn't you want it?"

The brick traced an arc through the air, and the monster instinctively reached out to catch the object that carried the scent of a land gall.

In that brief pause, Lu Dan saw a glimmer of light above—the iron gate to the rooftop.

"Break it open!"

Lu Dan and Master Zhang simultaneously rammed their shoulders against the iron gate, but the gate did not budge.

"Get out of the way!"

Chen Feng's empty pistol was now in Lin Xiaoxiao's hand. She frantically smashed the door lock with the butt of the gun, once, twice.

The stench of blood was already hitting the back of Lu Dan's neck, and his wet, cold hair was wrapped around his ankles.

Lu Dan roared and, using the pull of his hair to entangle him, turned and kicked the ghostly hand that was grabbing his ankle.

The "protagonist's immortality law (pseudo)" is in effect.

Lu Dan felt as if his leg had struck a block of ancient ice, the cold air instantly freezing half of his leg.

At the same time, a huge reaction force pushed him towards the iron gate.

"It's open!"

With a sharp crack, the door lock broke.

Master Zhang pushed open the iron gate, and a gust of wind howled in.

The three of them scrambled onto the rooftop, slammed the heavy iron door shut behind them, and braced it against the door with their bodies.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

A violent crashing sound came from outside the door, and the iron door quickly deformed, revealing terrifying human face shapes.

Lu Dan gasped for breath, collapsing to the ground, his entire body soaked with sweat and rain.

He slowly raised his head to look at the world outside the rooftop, and what he saw made his blood freeze instantly.

Beyond the rooftop lies an endless, deep red ocean.

The entire building resembled an isolated island, floating in the middle of this sea of ​​blood composed of countless severed limbs and remains.

The sky was grayish-white, like the whites of a giant dead man's eye, coldly watching them.

In the very center of the rooftop, a little girl sat with her back to them.

She was wearing an ill-fitting red dress and holding a piece of chalk, drawing something on the ground.

Hearing the iron gate close, the little girl slowly turned her head.

On the face devoid of features, a line of Song typeface written in blood reads: "5 minutes until script completion."