Chapter 58

The "color" block in front of him spun chaotically, and the familiar feeling of dizziness rolled and pulled between his internal organs.

Wen Jianyan stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before opening his eyes, a strange stench poured into his nose, causing him to hold back the hair in his heart.

There was silence in the ears.

"..."

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, and after a few seconds of mental preparation, she forced herself to open her eyes slowly.

In front of you is a narrow room.

The curtains were drawn tightly, the light was dim, the air was turbid, the walls were covered with dirty green wallpaper, the water stains seeped out from under the wallpaper, leaving brown stains, the room was very messy ’, the surface of the sofa is covered with oil stains, and the original color has been completely seen, and garbage and dirty clothes are piled up randomly on it.

The layout of the room is familiar.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a while, and it took two seconds to realize that she was now in room 1316.

He reached out and "touched" his pocket - he didn't bring his phone in.

The translucent live broadcast interface logo is also gray and cannot be opened, but there is a fifteen-minute countdown above the head, and the seconds are slowly decreasing.

Could this be the effect of the [Mr. Mirror] prop? Can you let yourself see what happened in this room?

Wen Jianyan blinked.

If this is the case, then the 20,000 points spent are really worth it!

Sudden……

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

A familiar, bone-rubbing sound rang out from his ears, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he turned his head sharply to look at the party where the voice came from.

I saw a pale hand slowly stretched out from under the sofa, the bright red nail polish on the nails was mottled and peeled off, the nails were broken, and the long black knotted dirty hair spread out from the gap below, like something. It's like trying to get out of the sofa.

Grass!

It's a ghost!

Wen Jianyan's sweat stood on end in an instant.

The familiar system tone sounded kindly in his ears: "If the anchor dies while using the props, the live broadcast will end and the live broadcast room will be closed. In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and disconnected!"

"..."

Wen Jianyan's expression twisted for a moment.

He decided to take back what he just said.

20,000 points to buy a death crisis is worth a fart!

Wen Jianyan turned his head to rush to the door and twisted the door handle forcefully, but to no avail, he had to give up the idea of ​​escaping from the front door, turned his head towards the bedroom and rushed in!

Like the living room, the bedroom is also dimly lit.

The oil-stained bed was a mess, with cigarette butts and rubbish everywhere.

The smell of blood in the air intensified.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The voice that made Wen Jianyan's scalp tingle sounded again.

This time, the voice came from under the bed.

A pale arm poked out from under the bed, with a twisted bracelet on his wrist, a stiff, smiling face slowly emerged from the darkness, and a pair of cloudy, dead-white eyes were tightly closed. Staring at Wen Jianyan.

The viscous black and red blood slowly flowed out from under the bed.

There was a pungent, rancid smell in the air.

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously.

"Giggle."

A clear rubbing sound came from behind again, and it seemed that the ghost under the sofa had completely crawled out and was slowly approaching him from behind.

Is this a double-sided attack!

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that she looked at the sofa. Looking under the bed, his back was against the wall of the bedroom, and he moved back a little bit, trying to stay away from the opponent's attack range while frantically poking at the gray-colored live broadcast panel in front of him, but no matter what. any reaction.

Can props, can leave the room, and be locked up with two ghosts...

This prop is fucking designed to trick him!

Wen Jianyan collapsed.

As he stepped back, he glanced at the countdown above his head. This was the first time he hoped that a prop would fail soon.

"boom."

Wen Jianyan's arm hit the closet next to him.

The closet was unlocked, but the door of the closet, which had been hidden, slowly opened under the collision.

The rancid stench that he had been able to smell from just now hit his face.

A pale, tear-stained face appeared deep in the closet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

... living people?

There was a girl with messy clothes curled up in the closet, her hair was dirty and knotted, and she stared at Wen Jianyan outside the closet with frightened eyes, sobbing and sobbing from time to time.

While Wen Jianyan was stunned, the other two ghosts had already "approached".

And he had nowhere to go, nowhere to go.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the key being pushed into the door lock in the living room. Across a thin layer of wall, the metal turning sound was clear and distinct, as if someone was entering from the outside.

At that moment, the two ghosts in front of him disappeared.

"...?"

Wen Jianyan blinked and slowed down.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a familiar voice sounded from the living room.

"You are right."

That voice was old and turbid, and almost instantly awakened Wen Jianyan's memory.

It's Lady Wen! The vicious old woman who tried to refine the anchor into the soul lock altar!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

He made an immediate decision.

The young man with amber eyes leaned down, stared at the girl huddled in the closet, raised his finger to press his lips, and said, "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, he also got in with a cat's waist, and smoothly closed the closet door and closed it silently.

Although the space in the closet is spacious, Wen Jianyan still can't avoid touching each other's body.

The girl's body was cold, like ice cubes, and even a simple touch made people shiver.

The air was closed and turbid, mixed with a strong corpse odor and bloody smell.

With the light, Wen Jianyan saw what seemed to be sticking to the wall behind him.

There were sounds of walking outside the closet, and Granny Wen seemed to be pacing in the room. Wen Jianyan had no intention of paying attention to the sounds outside, but leaned closer to the wall behind him, held her breath slightly, and carefully looked at the things that were attached to the closet.

The light spilled into the crevices of the closet, barely illuminating the narrow space.

These seem to be news reports and photos carefully cut from newspapers. Some of the clips are thinly circled in red ink pen, and the text with the size of mosquitoes and flies is densely packed, which is extremely difficult to read in dim light.

The bold headlines are vaguely recognizable.

It seems... it's about a serial murder case in a city where several young women "sex" go missing.

One of the photos caught Wen Jianyan's attention.

In the photo is a female corpse lying in a pool of blood, with bright red nail polish on the corpse's nails.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

He stepped back slightly, and began to look for something on the wall covered with trimmed newspapers.

In the upper right corner, a photo was taken in a blurry dark room, and the pale arm and the broken bracelet on the arm are vaguely visible.

Both were hit.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a pale and stiff arm stretched out from the side and slowly climbed onto Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

Wen Jianyan held back a shiver and turned to look at the girl's side.

The other party knew when he had approached, and pasted his pale, tear-stained face: "I want to go home."

she said breathlessly.

"Please, I want to go home."

The dark, dirty hair hangs down and rubs against Wen Jianyan's arm, making him stiff and unable to move.

Wen Jianyan tried to move her eyes——

Suddenly, in the upper left corner of the closet, he saw a photo that looked like it had just been posted.

The girl in the photo is lying on her back on the cold concrete floor, her eyes are fixed on the sky, and there is a pool of scarlet blood under her body.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the face of the girl who was huddled in the closet with him again.

...is the exact same facial features.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of goose bumps climb up his arm instantly, and a cool feeling began to appear from the depths of his internal organs.

is a living person.

The girl in front of me... is also a ghost.

At this moment, an unfamiliar male voice was heard outside. His voice was full of emotion, trembling slightly under a fiery passion, and deep in his voice was a terrifyingly intense enthusiasm. :

"Yes, I'll find you as soon as I see them."

"You did the right thing." Madam Wen's voice was old and loving: "They are the slaves of that evil spirit. All your kind deeds are in the eyes of the Bodhisattva. As long as the evil spirit is sealed, the Bodhisattva will surely show mercy to you."

Immediately afterwards, the man's ecstatic gratitude sounded again.

There was a strange clanging sound from outside the cupboard, accompanied by the smell of burning incense, the old voice of a woman chanting a strange spell resounded in her ears.

"Chuckles".

"Chuckles".

The familiar bone friction sounded from beside him.

"I want to go home."

The girl's eyes widened, her pale and cold body moved under some kind of strange external force, and the bones all over her body made a rattling sound, bending, twisting, compressing, and shrinking little by little...

A jar is big.

Her pale face was pressed against the mouth of the jar, her skull was completely sunken, and her entire body was packed in an extremely narrow space.

Her silent, murky, dead-grey eyes moved slowly.

His chapped lips moved, and he said slowly:

It hurts.

It hurts.

I want to go home.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a burning pain in his arm, and the dark spell-like tattoo under his skin seemed to be struggling under the invisible restraint, trying to break through his skin.

……Oh shit.

A strong emotion rushed to his forehead.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

Questions that have been unanswered until now have finally been answered.

For example... the possibility of ten door-killing massacres in one building is too low, but there are already seven jars in 1316. What happened to the previous few jars?

He leaned down and gently stroked the ghost's pale face with his fingertips. His voice was low and soft: "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan raised her head and glanced at the countdown above her head - there were still two minutes.

He pushed open the closet door and rushed out!

The chanting stopped, and the two people in the living room raised their eyes in shock, obviously not expecting that someone would suddenly run out of the bedroom.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the furnishings in the living room.

The altar on the ground, the brass Evil Bodhisattva statue, and a black pottery pot placed in the center of the altar.

A gossip mirror is placed next to the jar, and a scarlet spell is attached to the mirror.

Po Wen's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's hand hanging on her side, and when she touched the pitch-black spell winding on the other side's skin, her eyes shrank suddenly, and a flash of fear flashed in her eyes.

She cried in a sharp voice:

"This is a believer of evil spirits, quick! Catch him!"

【Countdown: 01:02】

The man stood up, his face pale, with a thick layer of blue-black under his eyes, his burly body, and a terrifying madness in the depths of his eyes.

He suddenly rushed over Wen Jianyan!

"A believer? Bah."

Wen Jianyan leaned down and easily dodged the man's attack. She was dexterous and light.

Madam Wen fell to the side in panic—

But Wen Jianyan changed direction in an instant.

He kicked over the altar with one foot, and the black pottery jar shattered. In the chaos of a piece of yellow paper being rolled up and candles being dumped, he picked up the gossip mirror on the ground.

【Countdown: 00:12】

Granny Wen slowly got up from the ground, her turbid eyes flashed a hint of ruthlessness, her lips twisted and trembled under the strong emotion, and she began to read words in her mouth.

【Countdown: 00:04】

Wen Jianyan glanced at the five-second countdown above her head, and raised her hand lightly to tear off the talisman paper on the Bagua mirror.

Then, the youth curled his lips and "showed" a light and harmless smile:

"It's your evil spirit grandpa."