"It can't be avoided..." Chen Qing muttered twice, and the expression on his face returned to calm in an instant.
"Where is this, who are they, and what are the strange stories..."
Chen Qing stood at the entrance to the stairs, thinking about all the possibilities in his mind.
"Many people disappeared nearby... were they caused by our expedition?" He asked himself again: "That so-called team... why is he the only one who has memories?"
He walked down step by step, his fingertips touching the handrail carefully.
"I've been here..." he whispered, but he clearly didn't remember anything.
"If I had been here..."
Chen Qing groped around and found a mark carved with a knife on the end of the armrest.
Similar to a triangle, but slightly extended at the edges.
"I will leave this trace..." His expression changed a little. He had really been here and lost his memory about this place.
He walked down the stairs step by step, and the end of the corridor seemed extremely far away in the darkness.
"Since I have been here, I will definitely leave something behind... I will definitely leave enough information to let me leave here for the second time."
This corridor is similar to a dormitory building, but not like a dormitory building in school.
The front on the left side is stained with light blue wall paint, which reaches a height of about 1.6 meters. The semi-open balcony on the right that should be able to see the teaching building is now surrounded by iron fences, but this is only the second floor, so this is not necessary at all.
Chen Qing reached over the safety net and explored outside. As expected, there was also resistance in the world outside the window.
"This is the steel-sealed window that already existed..."
He frowned and began to try to push the door to the nearest room. He grabbed the handle and twisted it to the left and right, and the door opened.
The lotus leaves made a creaking sound, but the scene inside the house was somehow visible in the darkness.
"If I had been here..." He was silent for a moment and frowned: "No... why should I guess what I have done. I just need to follow the habit of investigating the development of things..."
He looked at the door. Inside the door was an extremely simple girls' dormitory with four beds and four seats facing each other.
He walked to the bed and saw signs that it had been turned over again: "Have everything been taken away?" He followed the traces and opened it again, only to see a note pressed under the bed.
“Everything here will stay the same as it was last time...it makes sense.
But everything taken away seems to return to its place. "
He looked at the unfamiliar words on the note and felt a little curious. This was not his own handwriting, but the description method in the text was very similar to his own habits.
"Someone else helped me remember it..."
He frowned. Since the group of people had come in together, why... only two people escaped in the end.
Next came the drawers in the room. He opened the seats, pulled away the clothes blocking the table, and looked at the drawers where some black could be seen even in the dark.
There were twisted metal handles on those tables. The handles were long and had strange iron filings to the touch. He hesitated for a while, then put his fingertips in front of his nose and sniffed gently.
"Is it... blood?" His face turned pale, and the smell of blood was extremely fresh.
"What have I left behind. What have I left behind."
His eyes were constantly searching around. If something happened here, he would definitely leave traces.
"If I were in front of the table... I would use my left hand without knowing the danger..."
He lowered his head and searched under the table.
"No?"
Chen Qing touched the iron rod on the side in confusion. This was unreasonable.
"If it were me..."
He took two steps back, pulled a towel from the bed beside him, tied the handle, and pulled the drawer in the dark.
With a rattling sound, the sound of wooden friction came from not far away, and then only silence remained.
He stepped forward slowly, but nothing happened as expected.
And inside the table, he found a flashlight.
"No...this is absolutely wrong..."
He muttered softly and turned on the flashlight.
At this moment, at the moment when the flashlight emits light.
That human face may not be called a human face.
The twisted protein aggregate appeared in front of Chen Qing.
It was pressed against the bed in front of Chen Qing, stretched around with shelves, spread flat and clamped on a clothes hanger.
This is definitely the favorite way for students who live on campus to dry their clothes.
Chen Qing was shocked, the eyelashes on his face were still trembling.
So are his hands.
He gritted his teeth, the physical fear reaching its peak along with the smell of blood.
Turns out that wasn't the smell of the table.
The constantly swaying light went down the person's face, and the dripping blood dripped on the table. The little bits of blood gathered into a river and flowed to the floor of the room, passing by the table handle on the way.
Just now, the distance between his face and this piece of protein was less than twenty centimeters.
"Fuck, fuck."
He controlled the speed of his teeth chattering, and the reason in his heart was extremely suppressing the urge to shout caused by fear.
"Why..." He held the flashlight in his hand, and his fingertips turned white: "I just feel scared."
Little by little he walked toward the table, and little by little he returned to where he was standing forward.
Someone must have left something there.
He touched the flashlight, and there were scratch marks on it. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell when it was left.
If a group of people are frightened…
Maybe they didn't see this at the time.
He turned his eyes behind him. Someone should fall back and sit down, maybe someone would exclaim...
A group of people will definitely make a lot of noise.
He moved his stiff legs and his eyes stopped in front of the bed where he was standing before.
"The armrest...is a little bent."
Chen Qing decisively believed that this was the mark of their collision.
He walked closer and took another look. There was a note next to the armrest of the bed: "They are coming. Use enough volume to disperse them."
"They...who are they..."
Chen Qing frowned, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the information left in the note.
Looking at the human skin just a few feet away in front of him, Chen Qing clenched his teeth.
He suppressed the repulsion in his heart, walked step by step in front of the human face, reached out and pinched open the frame holding the human skin.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, the hanging human skin swayed slightly, and the dented face regained its roundness in a moment.
Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat, but he clamped the shelf into his hand.
The fingertips hurt and the force was very strong.
It was also at this moment that he looked at the face that was constantly shaking in front of him, and he always felt that something was moving under the other person's eyelashes.
He was frightened and put the human skin in his hands.
He was disgusted in his heart, but the unknown emotion refused to let him drop the object in his hand.
Chen Qing gritted his teeth and looked at the desk under the bed behind him.
On that desk, several desks were locked.
He shook it. Although the lock was completely rusted, it was still strong.
Seeing that he could not open these desks, Chen Qing focused on the only small drawer that was not locked.
He pulled gently, and the yellowed photo was lying inside.
That kind of photo...
He was frightened.
"This photo..." He stroked it gently.
Fingertips are clean and free of dust.
"The people in this photo."
He gritted his teeth and turned pale.
The face printed on the photo is clearly his own.
He was smiling and holding the people around him affectionately with his hands.
But he couldn't remember the clothes, the scene, or the year when the photo was taken...
Chen Qing looked at the other people in the photo with a pale face.
Except for himself, there were three people whose faces were burned off by cigarette butts or something, leaving empty holes.
Two people's faces were daubed with black pen.
"Who am I..." He gritted his teeth, an even greater fear spreading in his heart.
"What happened to me again?"
Chen Qing looked at the photo in his hand and felt that the world had become extremely ridiculous.
"Who on earth...changed my memory."
