A great philosopher once said that the road to heaven is tightly locked, and the door to hell is open.
Jiao Kai believed it, but had to bite the bullet and step into the gloomy doorway.
"Do you feel that the building is shady?" Jiao Kai was suspicious, and from the moment he stepped into the corridor, he felt that in a dark corner of the corridor, a pair of eyes was peering at him, and his back was chilly.
"It's raining outside, it's normal to be cold in the corridor." ** disagrees.
Deng Bin touched the twisted scar on the back of his hand, and the granular goose bumps on the skin suggested that the temperature here is indeed colder than outside.
However, Deng Bin didn't think much about it. He only thought it was the reason for the wood floor to return to moisture. What he cared more about was that there was an indescribable smell in the air.
It was like the smell coming out of the drain, but it was mixed with some other smells, not the smell of rotting corpses, but it was also indescribable.
The smell is very weak, Deng Bin judged that it should have floated down the stairs from the upper floor.
"You said the body you saw was on the third floor?" Deng Bin asked in a low voice. "That novelist and you live on the third floor, right?"
Jiao Kai shrank his neck and nodded.
"Go upstairs first." Deng Bin rushed upstairs without hesitation.
Jiao Kai followed, every time he took his clothes, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and countless terrifying pictures emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
The clearly-familiar corridors are set against the dark night with extremely twists and turns and strange, as if there is a perverted murderer hiding in any corner, and in the next second, he will suddenly jump out and tear his throat.
The scene of the corpse's tragic death still remained in his mind, and there seemed to be a bloody rancid smell in his nose.
The stomach was tumbling and wriggling trying to vomit out of his throat. Too much fear made his body feel intensely uncomfortable. He looked up at the winding stairs, and accidentally stepped on the empty feet and bumped the edge of the stairs, kicking a round bead.
"Human eyes?!" Jiao Kai lowered his head and paled in amazement.
** Pick it up, turn on the flashlight and observe it under strong light. Although the patterns embedded in it are slightly vivid, they are not human eyes, and the material is also like inorganic synthetic glass.
As a professional police officer, it is impossible for the police to recognize the wrong eyeballs. He calmly said: "You are wrong, it is a glass marble. It is estimated that the child in the building lost it."
Having said that, ** smoothly put the glass beads into his trouser pockets.
Deng Bin walked upstairs, and he pushed Jiao Kai to keep up with him.
Turning to the corner of the stairs on the second floor, the smell in the air suddenly became rich, and when he climbed to the third floor, the smell in the air reached its peak.
It's a mess!
Kicked wooden boxes, plastic bags scattered on the floor, splashed with colorful paint on the walls, and broken beer slag, all these combinations are reflected in the dim hallway lights... Suddenly broke into the three without warning. In human eyes, three pairs of neatly shivering eyeballs are firmly occupied.
Obviously they are simple and common things, but the combination creates a suffocating space disorder!
Rude, rough, chaotic, dark, hysterical, like a three-dimensional abstract color drawing, destroying the brain nerves that are tearing the retina.
If what Jiao Kai and ** felt was pure chaos and depression, which caused the shock of the visual senses and the trembling of the cerebral cortex, then Deng Bin also felt an extra layer, a kind of being wrapped in chaos. The beauty, withering, peeling, but there is a hint of dissonance!
It is as if under the beautiful icing, the candy inside has been stolen quietly, no matter how real the disguise, it will fill the missing weight of dissatisfaction.
"Yes, something has been stripped from the painting!" Deng Bin grabbed Jiao Kai's shoulder abruptly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "The corpse, is the corpse you saw in this position?"
Deng Bin pointed to the shattered box and gestured in the air with his fingers in a human form.
Jiao Kai looked over in a daze, and the picture in his mind seemed to overlap Deng Bin's fingers, and the horrible corpse appeared before his eyes again.
"vomit!"
Jiao Kai lowered his head and vomited, hops and mushy food sprayed all over the floor.
Deng Bin didn't need Jiao Kai's answer anymore, the pickle he vomited had already explained everything.
**His face also became serious, he walked over and touched the wet and sticky paint on the wall, "So, are you using paint to cover up the splashing blood?"
"It may be, but I didn't see the corpse." Deng Bin knelt down and pulled out some solidified debris in the cracks in the wooden floor around the box.
He smashed it a little bit with his fingers, and observed the color of the precipitate, which did not look like the color of blood clotting.
"Moreover, this painted painting is too eye-catching, as if it is deliberately attracting me to think about it, reminding me that there is a corpse here." Deng Bin frowned, "It's too weird, and it's full of absurdity, which can't explain it. "
Which criminal would hide the body in such an eye-catching way? !
This is just as bizarre as the murderer forcing the witnesses to report the crime!
"It's impossible for the novelist's brain circuit to be so abnormal, right." Deng Bin still felt that there was a huge problem in the process and he couldn't justify it.
He looked at Jiao Kai suspiciously, it was not like this person was lying; but the scene in the corridor before him was full of deliberately arranged feelings, which could hardly be attributed to his simple care.
"Which house does the novelist you're talking about live in?" ** interjected.
Jiao Kai vomited and cleaned the acid water in his stomach, and turned his waist to the side of the corridor. "Turn to the innermost corner, it should be 313!"
Deng Bin winked towards the police and looked at Jiao Kai in place. Deng Bin first walked to the innermost side by himself.
He stopped at door 313.
The wooden door behind the anti-theft door was rotten with a few holes, which seemed to be newly added injuries. The living room was pitch-dark, light was leaking from the closed bedroom door, and there was a crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.
"Killing, letting go of the witnesses, then staying at home and typing on the keyboard without running away, what kind of operation is this?" Deng Bin was completely confused.
He listened for a while with his ears erected, and could vaguely hear a few vague words coming from the bedroom.
He distinguished a few words among them, namely "personal design", "focus", "modification", and "favorability", as if they were talking about the plot of a novel.
But from beginning to end, there was only one man’s voice, so... Are you talking to a corpse
Deng Bin squeezed his frowning brows and quietly went back the same way.
In the bedroom.
Chen Chao rubbed his sore temples, sat on the side, and stared at him strangely after being released from the small black room, and pretending to be deaf and dumb all the time, Xia Nuan said speechlessly: "The description inside. With you as the protagonist, what do you think?"
Xia Nannan was silent.
"Well, please calm down and watch for a while. I'll entertain a few guests outside who are headless."
Chen Chao reached out his hand to support the gold wire glasses frame, with a gentle smile on his face.