Suddenly, Yan Yan slapped his cheek a few times vigorously, then shook his eyes a few times, and then looked back at the way he came.
That head, there is a problem!
He had known for a long time that the corpse was likely to take away the living, while also leaving clues for the next stage, but one was that Gao Yiyuan's incident happened suddenly, and the other was that the way the head fell was too logical.
It was as if the violent shaking of the corpse caused the head to separate, and while taking away Gao Yiyuan, there was no time to take the head away, which led to the loss!
But looking at it now, now that the action has stalled, it is obvious that there are some clues that should be obtained, but they have not been obtained!
Then there is only this abrupt head left, and there will also be undetected clues!
Yan Yan's mood was even worse. He didn't quite understand why he was so stupid to let go of such important clues, and even completely ignored the special situation of his head.
With this difference in thought, nearly an hour was wasted!
This kind of extremely stupid behavior was completely unacceptable to Yan Yan. He always felt that the disturbance on the road was too great, and his mood had fluctuated several times, causing serious mistakes in his judgment.
Yan Yan didn't hesitate anymore, and ran quickly towards the corridor when he came, hoping that there was not enough time.
He does not believe that this third floor is really that safe. The analysis area of the Pushkinman Research Institute has only three floors in total, and he is already in the last place at this time. The secret mission evil spirit has set up such a big game. Lure him here.
Maybe it will appear in the next second!
Yan Yan's heart glowed with anxiety. This was a rare gaffe in him. It's a pity that no matter how good he is, he is just an ordinary person. The ups and downs of his mentality are inevitable, especially in such a difficult situation.
The surrounding lights seemed to have not changed. The moment after Yan Yan disappeared on the promenade, some of them were suddenly dimmed, but they immediately returned to their original posture.
And the two rooms at the end of this floor seem to have broken through certain restrictions after the only living person visited and left!
From the inside out, there was a sudden violent slap on the door, as if eager to break free, but it only lasted a few seconds.
The vibration on door 316 of the last room stopped first, and the sound inside quickly disappeared until it was cleared.
And inside the door of the penultimate room 315, the shouting and flapping inside continued for half a minute, and finally the sound became smaller and smaller, as if the things in the door gradually lost their strength before finally stopping.
All this, the stern words that went against him didn't know at all, he was still doing things to make up for it, what clues that head contained, he didn't think much about it at the moment.
Just take advantage of the fastest time to reach the head, everything will have results, perhaps the deadlock can be broken!
He no longer thinks too much about the mistakes he has made. He just wants to get more clues as soon as possible. He once again changes from the light to the darkness. The original warm environment is gradually turning into gray and black.
The changes in the environment, although this is the case here, but there is a bad guess in his heart, as if there is something that has produced unknown mutations after his continuous actions.
This ominous premonition made Yan Yan's deep eyes flashed a moment of impatience, his speed was getting faster and faster, and he had returned to the vicinity of the elevator.
Yan Yan's body stopped, his breath was slightly disturbed, looking at the head that had fallen to one side in front of him, he felt a weird feeling for some reason, and he looked around hurriedly!
Nothing has changed, but the head has changed from being upright to lying on its side!
His brows were already a lumps that couldn't be unscrewed. Starting from the row of closed doors, they hadn't stretched until now. He looked at the skull on the ground and the blood stains on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
"The corpse, I disappeared before I had time to search, so the possibility of clues on the corpse is very slim." Yan Yan said as he reviewed the situation at the time.
He kept circling outside the head, "If it is not a coincidence that the head broke from the corpse, then the clue must be on the head!"
Thinking of this, Yan Yan paused slowly, staring at the weird head in front of him, without the slightest fear in his heart, but with deep doubt in his eyes.
It's just a head, and it's not like a pocket that can be searched like a protective suit. If there is a clue, how to find it
Yan Yan thought about it for a while, quietly stretched out his hands, and the white gloved hand gently touched the already completely stiff head. The touch was a bit cold, and it was conveyed to his heart along the fingertips, as if the heart was covered. A burst of refrigerant was injected!
His body shook, and the sense of trance was fleeting, and his brow and head had been slowly raised by him holding his cheeks, and his eyes were staring straight at the head with stern eyes.
He seemed to want to get some clues from there, but after looking at each other for a long time, he was disappointed.
This is a pair of eyes that have completely lost their glamour, without any emotions and hints. Yan Yan's eyes moved away from the skull's eyes, this time he aimed at the skull's closed mouth!
He skipped the nose, a place with a limited area that can be explored, and directly prepared to search the mouth.
Because he knew that the hanged person could not close his lips. When he was suffocated, he would force himself to open his mouth and use all the organs that could breathe to fill the suffocation in his chest.
And if he is hanged, his tongue will stick out because of the force between his neck. The traditional ghost image of Baiwuchang is the image of a hanged ghost.
However, this head was uncharacteristically, not only did not stick out his tongue, but closed his lips tightly, which made Yan Yan suspicious.
He swallowed, one hand was holding the break, and the other hand was stretched to the bloodless lips. After touching, his two fingers pinched his upper lip and lifted it up. ** There is no foreign body under the gums.
Yan Yan's brow furrowed tighter. Originally in his guess, he would have thought that something would be stuffed into this closed mouth as a clue, but now it doesn't seem to be...
He opened all his lips this time, and looked carefully against the dim light on the roof, and found no abnormalities either!
Yan Yan then inspected his ears and nose, but he didn't find anything of value. He gently placed his head on the ground and stood up, his brows were unconcealed in confusion.
He always believed that this head must contain unknown clues, but now that the five senses have been checked and no clues have been found, then what can this little head hide
He began to circle around the head, while looking at the surrounding environment, while secretly wondering what else he had missed.
Then Yan Yan's gaze suddenly fell on the surroundings of the head, where there were sporadic bloodstains. Although there were not many, there was still some participation. This was caused by the head slipping from the corpse and hitting the ground.
Yan Yan's body suddenly stopped, and he seemed to realize the criticality of the matter.
He looked at the blood stains on the ground and compared it to the broken part of his head. After confirming that it was the blood stains thrown from here, he began to think about why this unreasonable thing happened.
The owner of this corpse was supposed to have been dead for at least three days, because it was obvious that he definitely did not die after the mission started, otherwise they would definitely receive a death message.
And a corpse that has been dead for more than three days, even if it is unplaned, there will be basically no blood flow out, but now it is just a big wound, and there will be splashes of blood... ...
This goes against the common sense of reality.
"Blood... Is it an alternative clue?" Yan Yan seemed to grasp the key point, looking at the head on the ground, from behind he took out the sharp knife that he had always carried with him.
Holding a sharp knife in his hand, he slowly squatted down. Without hesitation, he directly inserted the blade along the right ear of the head!
With a puff, it was obvious that the stabbing was deep enough, and when he pulled it out, the blade was already stained with light golden blood. Looking at this, he felt that something was wrong.
Immediately after an even more unreasonable phenomenon occurred, Yan Yan poke a hole in his right ear and began to pour out blood in torrents. Yan Yan was taken aback. He did not want to come into contact with the blood of an infected person. This is probably because One of the ways to spread the curse.
He threw his head on the ground. After rolling his head on the ground twice, he stood upright on the ground, his right ear was like a leaked glass, and a large amount of blood was spilled along the wound. !
Standing in the distance, Yan Yan looked at the blood constantly pouring out of his head, and believed in his own judgment even more. The clue on the third floor was this head, and its notification method was blood!
It's just that I still don't understand what so much blood can foretell.
It's hard to imagine that a head is like a kettle with a few liters of water. It has been pouring so much blood out, and the blood flows out and gathers into a pool.
But it wasn't a straggler, flowing freely. The blood seemed to be conscious, and it fluttered on the smooth floor, and streams of blood consciously separated.
In a pool of pale golden blood, several awkward figures gradually formed.
Yan Yan looked at all of this and muttered in his heart:
"Three..." followed by "一...", and the last part of the blood gradually converged into another word.
The blood first drew a "horizontal" on the ground, and then a "vertical", and when it was about to draw the third stroke, there was a sudden gust of wind.
Yan Yanzheng watched and was suddenly disrupted by the gust of wind. When he looked again, the third character had already taken shape.
This is a string of traditional number structure, composed of three characters, but not like words, more like a number.
"Three... One... Wu..." Yan Yan immediately realized the meaning of these three numbers. He suddenly looked at the end of the corridor. This was the sixteen on the third floor. The penultimate room number in this room.
"Room 315!"
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I wrote especially Kavin today. I was fascinated, Yan Yan was also fascinated, and made very low-level mistakes, but I did not modify it after thinking about it. I feel that in such a high-pressure environment, only Yan Yan is left alone. Impatient mentality and stagnation of thinking are also inevitable. Although the strict setting is the pinnacle of ordinary people, he is only a living person, and he also makes mistakes, so I think this way of expression is more vivid.
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