Huangfuhe couldn't believe this scene, at this moment, he only felt as if the world was spinning. The only way to leave is the elevator!
But who dares to take the elevator? In a small enclosed space, no matter how many times you die, it's not enough!
Huangfuhe kept backing away, the farther away from room 501 the better!
He murmured silently in his heart: Mom, I may not be able to avenge you...I, I can't do anything, even Xuezhen can't be saved, even Xuezhen can't be saved...
Huangfuhe looked at the door of the stairwell again, he rushed over again, just wanted to see if he could rush out!
At the entrance to the stairwell, he slammed the locked door again. one time! Twice! Three times! However, it didn't work at all, the door didn't move at all.
He began to realize that it was just futile. Now, only by finding a way out can there be some hope.
What's different? What Dr. Xu said is different
On that day, what did he and Xue Zhen take pictures of? what exactly is it
Just then, something even more terrifying happened.
The lights in the corridor actually started to go out one by one! From far to near, the lights keep dimming! Soon, Huangfuhe's eyes turned into a dark world!
Before he could react with fear, a voice came.
"Hell... help, save me!"
That extremely shrill cry for help, if it wasn't Xuezhen, who else could it be? The sound sounds very close, but it seems very far away.
"Help me! Help me ahhhh—"
The voice finally began to fade away. But Huangfuhe couldn't even move a step. The darkness that stretched out his fingers began to erode the last bit of hope in his heart.
He kept banging on the door, trying to get out. However, he still failed.
"Xuezhen, I can't save you, I have no way to save you."
He knew that Xuezhen was dead. The girl he regarded as his younger sister, the daughter of the person his mother once loved deeply, Xuezhen, who spent the best and most painful childhood with him... just died.
"Open! Open! Open the door!"
Huangfuhe shouted until his voice was almost hoarse, fear had almost completely overwhelmed him. Desperation left him without the strength to even stand up.
In an instant, he suddenly felt a pair of hands touching his neck. That cold hand completely strangled his neck.
His neck was strangled by the invisible ghost! He felt his body start to lift off the ground, and his consciousness gradually became blurred...
After a long time, the fifth floor regained its light. But Huangfuhe was no longer at the entrance of the stairwell. He became one of the countless corpses in Room 501. Until his death, he didn't see what the ghost who killed him looked like. Until his death, he was still unable to fulfill his long-cherished wish to clear up his mother's grievances.
At the same moment, in the corridor on the fourth floor, which is only one floor away.
"The most wise decision in life?" Fang Tianying looked at Pei Qingyi in a daze, and he felt that this woman was not joking.
Just now, there was indeed a gloomy and mysterious feeling, as if stepping into a dusty ancient tomb for thousands of years, even the air I breathed seemed to be gloomy. But at this moment, Pei Qingyi's solemn warning made Fang Tianying feel that he could not easily ignore this woman's words.
"Also..." Pei Qingyi opened his backpack, took out the laptop stacked inside, and said, "Lu Qing, this is your laptop. I'm sorry, but I want to ask some questions."
"Oh?" Lu Qing scratched his forehead and asked, "What?"
"Look at it for me." She turned on the laptop screen and started clicking to play the video. Naturally, it started playing after the last scene of Tiga.
"Can you take a look for me?" She asked sternly, "What do you feel is different from usual? Even small things are fine. Mr. Fang Tianying, please take a look. No matter what you find, Be sure to tell me."
When Zhan Tianlin heard this, he couldn't help but look at Pei Qingyi a few more times. She quickly took the laptop with her at that critical moment, and she was still fearless in the face of danger, and she quickly came up with a new countermeasure, which is indeed not easy.
"However, Miss Pei," Zhan Tianlin reminded, "What Xu Xiong can see means that you have seen it too, right? We have never been separated from Xu Xiong."
"I know, Xu Xiong... Xu..."
When Pei Qingyi said this, his expression suddenly changed! She found that she had forgotten an extremely important thing! A thing that is enough to destroy all of them!
Xu Xiong's body is still on the first floor!
Once someone finds Xu Xiong's body, they will call the police immediately, and the police will come here immediately! What if they are forcibly taken away in order to take statements? As long as you take even one step away from this apartment, the shadow curse will start immediately!
"Zhan, Zhan Tianlin!" Pei Qingyi immediately pressed the pause button, and said palely: "We all forgot, Xu Xiong... is still on the first floor!"
"Still there?" Lu Qing shook his head and said, "No, no, right? Actually, I just came up from the first floor. Because I was very bored at home, I came down to ask you to take back my laptop, because my computer at home Suddenly something went wrong. But when we got to the first floor, you were all gone, so…”
"Not here anymore?" Pei Qingyi's expression froze, and he immediately asked, "Are you sure? When did you go down?"
"It was only two or three minutes ago, what's the matter? He must have come up to look for you, what is that Xu Xiong's name. By the way, where is Lian Xuezhen? Why isn't she with you? And why don't you ask me?" What does same mean?"
Everyone's complexion changed for a while, and many terrifying guesses suddenly appeared. However, no matter which one, it is more inclined to guess at the supernatural level.
At this time, Pei Qingyi subconsciously moved a few steps away from Zhan Tianlin. If Zhan Tianlin was really the murderer of Xu Xiong, then once Xu Xiong turned into a ghost, the first person he would look for would naturally be Zhan Tianlin!
For those who know that ghosts really exist in this world, the things on the first floor cannot but be frightening. Of course, Zhan Tianlin didn't show any expression of fear because of this. Anyway, the person who executes the scarlet letter is facing ghosts all the time, so he has no worries about his debts. What's more, it may not be that Xu Xiong turned into a ghost.
"Speaking of which, I discovered one thing. It seems that there has never been a precedent for a resident to become a ghost." At this moment, Zhan Tianlin suddenly raised a point: "Dead ghosts can easily manipulate the life and death of living people, and even Even people's memories can be tampered with, but after the death of the residents, no one has ever turned into a ghost and fought with the ghosts in the apartment."
Even the only exception, Murong Mirage, was deliberately manipulated by Pu Miling's dead soul. After Pu Miling's death, Murong Mirage completely disappeared from this world. After the occupant dies, there is no way to become a ghost. So far, there has never been such a precedent. In fact, if such a thing happened, then the difficulty check and balance of the blood characters themselves would not exist. As long as they choose to commit suicide, the residents can completely free themselves from the domination and control of the scarlet characters.
In fact, many apartment residents have thought about this kind of problem before. However, under the influence of conventional materialism, people still think that death is the absolute end of life, and dare not choose suicide. However, some residents who were pushed to the limit also considered committing suicide to escape the bloody characters and turned into ghosts to fight. However, so far, no one who has such intentions has succeeded.
Roland once said that the malice and terror of ghosts is a spiritual symbol of people's distorted fear of the unknown. In other words, ghosts and curses should actually belong to people's psychological hints. But the ghost of the apartment is a complete realization of this symbol. But now it seems that instead of thinking this way, it is better to say that ghosts exist purely for the difficulty of the bloody instructions. In other words, when a phenomenon that exceeds the check and balance of the difficulty of blood characters is born, this idealistic phenomenon will be suppressed. Residents, unable to perform actions beyond the materialistic point of view to execute the Scarlet Letter. They cannot turn into ghosts, after death, they can only turn into protein, which is decomposed by microorganisms.
The apartment is like a medium that ingeniously connects the world of materialism and idealism.
Which side of this world is real
Thinking of this, Zhan Tianlin felt a burst of self-mockery. He studied toxicology and never believed that people would have perception after death, but now he needs to consider this issue.
In the final analysis, the Scarlet Instruction is just a game born under this unreasonable rule, which is like a game created by a devil. Residents are just chess pieces, no one can jump out of the chessboard.
"That..." Fang Tianying asked puzzledly, "Are you guys discussing horror movies?"
"It's nothing." Zhan Tianlin shook his head and said, "Then, you guys continue to take a look. After all, what's different?"
Pei Qingyi suddenly felt that Zhan Tianlin was a terrifying man. He didn't change his face like this. Is he a normal person? Even if he was really a poison maker, wouldn't he be afraid of death? Or did he have other plans
The video starts playing again. Both Fang Tianying and Lu Qing were aroused with curiosity, and began to carefully watch the content of the video. After seeing Huangfuhe and Lian Xuezhen's conversation, Fang Tianying suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I've seen it too. The one they mentioned is wearing a weird hat and gloves."
"Do you remember?" Pei Qingyi immediately paused and asked, "What's going on?"
"Well, yes, it was that year." Fang Tianying continued: "The year I just moved here was when that case happened. That day, I saw a man walking in the corridor. So I paid special attention to him because he was wearing a man with a long slit in the brim of his hat, and a pair of cotton gloves. It was May, but he was wearing a hat and gloves. Strange. But the reason I was so impressed and I still remember him is because of his face."
"Face?" Pei Qingyi slowed down and asked nervously, "How about his face?"
"Why, how to describe it?" Fang Tianying tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "That face is too scary. There is no trace of blood on the face, and there is no expression in the eyes. The face seems to be completely dead, and the mouth seems to be frostbitten. It usually turns blue and purple. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a dead person!"
At this moment, the temperature in the corridor seemed to drop several degrees.
"You, were you... sure you saw it?" Pei Qingyi continued to ask: "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Fang Tianying said without hesitation: "I was taken aback at that time, and the impression was so deep that I still remember it now."
Meanwhile, on the sixth floor. Zheng Jian's home.
Zheng Jian was lying on the sofa at this time, looking at his son Zheng Dahu sitting opposite him. Zheng Dahu hasn't found a job yet, and he spends his days doing nothing outside, so why not make him feel anxious. Since the death of his wife, under his grief, he has spent all his thoughts on this son, only hoping that he can become a weapon. However, Zheng Dahu is really not material for studying, and he himself is not diligent, so he is still squatting at home without a job. But he still had the cheek to ask his father for money.
"Dahu!" Zheng Jian looked at the son in front of him with a throbbing pain in his heart, and said earnestly: "You are in your twenties now, you are not a child anymore! But so far, you have never found a job. You used to work as a temporary worker. , were all fired for fighting! What do you think I can do! Give me an explanation!"
Zheng Dahu was also full of sadness at this time. Finally, he raised his head and said, "Dad, I have no other choice now, please give me some more money."
"You came back to ask me for money? Do you think I'm a cash machine?" Zheng Jian stood up furiously, and scolded: "Am I still going to support you? You're just messing around outside all day long." , with a bunch of dubious people, do you know how sad your dead mother will be like this! Your father and I won’t be able to work for many years, and we will retire, what will you do then? "
"Dad!" Zheng Dahu quickly defended: "Don't worry! You also know that I'm outside now, so I have to know some people so that I can handle things. You, give me some more money, the money I spent last time was almost the same Yes, I, I will definitely find a job this time..."
The son's obsession made Zheng Jian furious. He stood up fiercely and said, "You...do you want to piss me off? After your mother dies, I swear that I will replace your mother and let you become a talent! But what are you now? Ear piercing, tattoos, smoking, what the hell are you doing outside!"
Seeing that his father still refused to give the money, Zheng Dahu hardened his tone. He immediately stood up and said, "Don't keep mentioning my mother, don't you bother me? Will you give me money today? Will you?"
"No!" Zheng Jian also made up his mind: "You don't want to take another dime from me!"
"If you don't give it, I'll take it myself!" After finishing speaking, Zheng Dahu rushed into the back bedroom, and then began to search for it! He has been gambling during this period of time, but he always loses more than he wins, and now he has owed a lot of debt, but he still does not repent, and only intends to get more money to make money back. After all, he thought that it would be difficult for him to find a job, so he might as well try his luck at the gambling table. Everyone has equal opportunities, and maybe he can get a job!
He opened the drawer, constantly looking for money. Zheng Jian also rushed in, grabbed him and yelled, "You bastard! I have saved all my money for retirement, so you don't want to take it away! Earn it yourself if you have the ability!"
"Let me go!" Zheng Dahu pushed Zheng Jian away fiercely, then opened the entire drawer, and fell to the ground!
A lot of things were scattered, and among them was a notebook with a black cover. But Zheng Dahu didn't even look at the notebook, he just searched for money in it.
After the notebook fell to the ground, the wind outside the window blew, and then, the notebook was turned over page by page.
Zheng Jian rushed over. Just as he was about to continue scolding his son, his eyes were locked on the open page of the notebook, and he stopped moving.
"This... what is this?"