As Qin Ye ran all the way, he didn't see the paintings on the wall, the photos, and the people above all turned their heads and looked at him dully.
It is impossible to say what kind of place the fourth floor is. It may be a parallel space, or it may be the memory corridor of people who have been resentful for a long time. All in all, it can only be attributed to the miracle of the Land Forsaken. At least here, he has the opportunity to pursue the truth of the earth building.
He rushed all the way to the end of the "photo gallery". Here, it's all hanging paintings.
It was already a painting from the Song Dynasty, and the scroll turned yellow, but it didn't turn into ashes here. There are nearly 20 paintings in total, and the paintings are still... family portraits.
A family portrait of the living dead.
Qin Ye looked at the last one. He had seen it carefully before, and there were a total of 127 people in the Huangjia Tulou, but this one... He counted them.
One hundred and twenty-eight people!
The extra one is likely to be the initiator! The real mastermind behind the Huangjia Tulou!
It was him who turned the entire village into a prison of the living dead.
It was him who made the Taisui Mingfei Wheel Seat.
It was him who ate Tai Sui and survived by luck!
Everything… starts here.
He was sure that it was this person, because... The people of the Huangjia Tulou couldn't go out, they were limited to the land abandoned by God, and they could only live here immortally.
So, this little guy isn't going to die, he's just... going out. Because he has eaten Tai Sui and survived, he is not restricted by the ban, so he can leave.
And the photos of the Huangjia Tulou... One is to record how long I have lived, but... to record this person.
Record this bloody executioner!
"No... There is a problem, just like this, it's still not enough to be called a heinous crime, heinous..." Qin Ye shook his head and continued to read.
On the picture scroll, this person is slightly fat. On the far left in the last row. Nice smile.
But... He couldn't see who it was.
Because Chinese painting is based on freehand brushwork. The Song Dynasty's words emphasized the spirit rather than the shape. Apart from some characteristics, who could know what this person looked like
Features... Yes... He looked carefully, and after a few seconds, his eyes lit up.
There is a mole in the center of this person's neck.
He was sure that this was definitely not a drop of ink, otherwise it wouldn't be so small, it was obviously intentionally clicked with a fine pen. Although ancient Chinese painting emphasizes the spirit rather than the form, it will never miss the characteristics.
At this moment, the lights suddenly turned on and off, flickering wildly.
Zizzizi... Pop!
The whole room fell into darkness. In the darkness, a soft landing sounded, and then the lights turned on again.
The painting... has already fallen to the ground.
Qin Ye didn't pick it up immediately, but looked at the empty room. After a long time, he sighed faintly.
This resentment spanned thousands of years.
What did the other party do
Let the Yin spirit of this building help him in the dark? After he stepped up to the fourth floor, not only did he not stop him, but he uncharacteristically... Wanted him to see the truth
He gently cupped his hands, and a Hades paid tribute to these ghosts, and that was enough. No matter how heavy, they can't bear it.
He picked up the painting, but looked at it several times and found nothing new.
"Why is that?" He lifted the painting suspiciously and looked at the light. At a glance, he realized... There was something glued to the back of the painting!
It was a videotape.
The cold video tape was extremely hot in Qin Ye's hands. He knew that it might contain the truth that he couldn't ask for!
Why... That person is the heinous truth!
"If there is a videotape...there must be a video recorder...by the way, the broadcasting studio!" Qin Ye's mind was moving extremely fast at this moment, he was already approaching the final answer infinitely, and every brain cell was working hard for this answer. After thinking of this, he immediately rushed into the room and quickly found it.
Village annals showroom, county annals showroom, ancestral hall, Huangjia Village roster showroom... Finally, he finally saw the equipment of the broadcasting room!
It was located at the end of the room. When he crossed the screen and entered the broadcasting room, endless cries and howls of grief and indignation pierced into Qin Ye's heart.
And this radio studio… is different from all radio studios.
It's big, but not empty. Because... there are paintings on all sides of the walls!
These paintings... all have the same pattern, it is a man - that is, the man with a mole on his neck, wearing clothes from different periods, carrying a boning knife, and cutting open the picture of the human body!
It is not a sketch, but a simple outline like an ancient painting.
There are three people in the painting.
Some of the men with moles on their necks are wearing ancient gowns, some from the Qing Dynasty, and some from the Republic of China, but without exception, they are all in the same pose, pinching a young man in the painting. man's neck. The knife had already touched the opponent's chest. The other two, a young man who was strangled by the neck, were full of horror, anger, and disbelief. Qin Ye sighed that a simple outline of lines could actually draw such a divine picture.
It is said that a painting that nurtures emotion is a good painting. He didn't know what the artist's mood was, so he could draw such a terrifying picture with a few brushstrokes.
Each painting poses exactly the same, there are different knives placed beside the man with moles, and there are even human bones taken out. There are also needles and threads, various anatomical props... Qin Ye understands that this is the scene of the concubine Ming Concubine in the wheel seat of Tai Sui.
These knives are used to cut open the human body.
These forceps are used to force out a bone.
These scissors are used to cut through the adhesions of flesh and blood.
These threads are used to finally sew people together.
But... these two people are still alive!
A living person!
No... The woman is already dead. In the picture, her abdominal cavity is open, not a single bone can be seen, and the man... is coming soon.
The entire broadcasting room was surrounded by these same and different paintings, which looked extremely strange. Coupled with the invisible mourning and extreme resentment from all directions, it formed a kind of suppressed terror. Even Qin Ye felt a chill in his palm at this moment.
Standing here, it was as if he was lying on the dissection table, alive, his body was cut open with scissors, the bones were picked out one by one, and stitched up a little... He shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and walked to the radio station forward.
There is a TV there.
It's an old black-and-white TV with a VCR cable underneath. In the 8.90s, DVDs were far from being available, and VCRs were the means of entertainment for most people. As if to wait for his arrival, the instruments… were all on.
The tape was slowly pushed in. The TV flickered, followed by a screen full of snowflakes. Six or seven seconds later, the snow flakes suddenly converged, and a picture appeared on the TV.
pitch black. The structure of some houses can be vaguely seen.
But it wasn't dead silence, a sour sharpening sound, sand… sand… resounded continuously. Occasionally I can hear people blowing something.
Soon, a candle was held up. Because of the light and shade, he couldn't see who was holding the lamp, but he could see clearly... The other party was carrying a long box.
The box is black and heavy, and it can be seen that the person holding the candle is also struggling to carry it. With a bang, it is placed on the ground, and in the darkness, a terrifying "woo" and "uh" sounded. It was the sound of a man with his mouth gagged.
The person who held the candle put the candle on the ground, and the whole action was slow and slow, as if it had been done many times, and the mood was not disturbed. As the box opened, Qin Ye's pupils shrank suddenly.
In the box... there are knives and various tools on display!
Boning knife, thread, thick needle of one decimeter long, hammer, pliers... this... that's all the tools I just drew!
Qin Ye suddenly understood what a bloody video this was.
The person carrying the candle took out a pair of scissors and blew it, the candle was not near his face the whole time. Then, holding a candle in one hand and scissors in the other, he walked into the darkness.
Not far, about a meter or two, he put the candle on a table. Out of the corner of the eye, I can see... two people tied to a wooden bed!
One man and one woman, all of them still alive, looked at the figure in horror. Shaking his head desperately, he kept making a "woooo" sound from his mouth.
"Don't be afraid." The figure finally spoke, it was a man, and he wiped the scissors with some emotion: "This is not the first time, there is no anesthesia, just give it a shot."
On the wooden bed, the young man's eyes were split open, and his mouth kept whining. The man who spoke before seemed to remember something, and pulled the cloth from his mouth: "What do you want to say? Say it... No one will hear here."
"Why!!" The young man stared at him, his eyes bloodshot, and the picture seemed to be shaking: "Why are you doing this!!"
The man seemed to smile: "If you live too long, you always have to pursue something. Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, darling..."
"Are you human!!" The young man's voice became hoarse: "Alian... But you broke your grandson! Dad!!"
Qin Ye's calm face instantly stiffened.
He shook his head gently, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the picture in disbelief.
Obviously, these are the two corpses of Tai Sui Lunzuo Ming Concubine, and the person who made them is the heinous soul. But he didn't expect that these two corpses... turned out to be this person's son and daughter-in-law!
"Fuck..." Thousands of words converged into this sentence at this moment.
He has also eaten Tai Sui, and he knows too well that such people seem to be unrestrained, but in fact, there are only a few who will not be crazy after a hundred years. The kind of loneliness that goes hand in hand, the estrangement where I walk alone in a sea of people, the loneliness that is out of tune with the world, the stagnant heart... These are enough to drive people crazy.
Either be cynical and do whatever you want. Or, like Li Zhenshu, she is enlightened and enlightened.
But... this person has a family.
Even if you have a wife and children, you will have grandchildren immediately. However... He actually dissected his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson with his own hands!
"Don't be afraid." In the picture, the man gently stroked the young man's face, and the yellowed gown was like the robe of the god of death: "It will be over soon. Can't you think about your father?"
"I gave birth to you, raised you, and your mother is so shameless. Isn't it normal for me to take your life back now?"
The young man was trembling all over, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad... think about your grandson! Alian is about to give birth! Please, please! At least let her go!"
The man sighed.
The next second, a pair of scissors slammed into Alian's belly button, and immediately, a stream of blood rushed out!
"Woo-woo!!!" Alian groaned mournfully, resounding throughout the room. The limbs were cramping and sweating profusely.
"you!!!!"
"Then I'll let her take a step first." The man stood up, walked slowly to Alian's side, and gently stroked her face, because the scissors on her stomach had already rolled her eyes. The man smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, very soon... Really soon... The pain will be over... Let's start with the little finger of the right hand, shall we?"