"Hey! What is this place!" She took out the gun from her waist and pointed it at the only two living people here.
"It's where they hurt people."
"What the hell is this place!"
He looked at Jiang Wan, with a natural expression on his face; even when he saw the other person's hand pointing the barrel of his gun, he was still so natural, searching for something there.
"Where is this?!"
She roared, but the volume was obviously suppressed.
She gritted her teeth, and Chen Qing could clearly see her lips trembling.
"This is the back room."
"Where is the back room?!"
"It's where they kill people."
"them?"
"Didn't you see it?"
He raised his eyelids and fixed his gaze on a mark on the armrest.
The mark is triangular, slightly extended at one point.
Next to the mark, there were some scratches left by human nails. There was blood in the scratches, but it was not fresh.
He thought in his mind: "A long time ago... I was here."
"You! Do you know what's going to happen here?!"
Chen Qing shook his head.
"Have you ever seen... or heard of the urban legend?"
She hesitated and pointed the gun downward.
“Slit girl, black cat old lady, something like that.
It can also be Wuchangxian or Shanjing Temple.
Or maybe it's those times when you line up in the school building at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and walk in every five minutes. After walking to the toilet, you find that you have arrived in a different world. "
Her heart felt cold, and then she felt uneasy.
"I've heard of it, but those things!" She wanted to say how it was possible, but she looked at everything in front of her and hesitated.
"This is where it is."
He looked at Jiang Wan and his expression became serious: "But logically speaking... it shouldn't be that easy to enter this kind of place."
"I don't care if it's easy to enter... so many people died here, this is beyond what we agreed on."
Jiang Wan shook her head and put the pistol in her hand into the holster; she was about to regret it, but looking at Chen Qing's indifferent expression made her feel even more uneasy.
"There's no signal here."
She took out the intercom from her pocket, but the blind tone that came from her reminded her that what the man said was true.
Chen Qing smiled: "There are no satellites or radio stations, how can there be a signal?"
"I want to leave here." She looked at Chen Qing, but the young man's reply was still indifferent and shook his head.
"It's not that easy to leave. Don't you have to meet the conditions to leave the different world in the story?"
He looked at the "tree" filled with corpses in front of him and asked Jiang Wan, "Can you do an autopsy?"
She turned pale and shook her head: "We...I...don't come into contact with many corpses."
"I understand." He turned on the flashlight and searched for something below his waistline. After searching for a moment, Jiang Wan's expression relaxed a little.
She raised her head and had time to look at this place.
Behind the two of them, at the end of the stairs several hundred meters away was a fog that was not there before, and it was also chilling to see.
She walked up step by step and reached the end of the stairs, when a biting pain hit her along with the cold. She gritted her teeth and was about to take a few more steps, but the pain that intensified caused her to stop.
Jiang Wan did not try again, but returned to the hall downstairs.
The tree was still there, and hundreds of corpses were wrapped in straitjackets. They pointed to several open doors. There was no one inside, at least not yet.
She walked to Chen Qing's side. The boy's expression became much more reserved. She thought that this child who was not suitable for his age would be as dull as ever.
But what she didn't know was that everything Chen Qing discovered was too contrary to the norm.
He shook off the dust from his hands and handed a piece of paper to Jiang Wan to read.
On that piece of paper, it was written like this.
"The living should live. The dead should die like the living. Those who long for life will eventually turn into blood. Those who pursue life will be crowned with moans that keep them awake all night."
She was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
"I don't quite understand...what did he say?"
Chen Qing shook his head: "The back room is a very special thing... Someone has been here before, and they will leave some clues for you. Think about it carefully, this note may be able to save our lives."
He muttered, looking up at the hall in front of him.
In the arched back room, there are doors on the surrounding walls. The inside of the door is very dark. On the door, the wooden door frame is covered with scratches. The scratches look like fingertips or like those left by some kind of animal. Mark of.
He frowned and counted from left to right, there were four rooms in total.
"Shall we go separately?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"never mind."
Jiang Wan frowned. She looked at the young man in front of her and felt that there was something wrong with him.
He wants to leave me? What does he want to do that he thinks he can live?
She touched the pistol at her waist, feeling less uneasy.
"Let's go to the first door."
Following the sound, Jiang Wan ran for a while and ran to Chen Qing's side.
She wanted to say something threatening, but before she could say anything, a creaking sound behind her made her shut her mouth.
The sounds fell bit by bit, scattering all over the floor like quicksand. They fell, but there seemed to be a figure of a person. The sounds squirmed little by little, gathering somewhere in the hall.
Immediately afterwards, the sound became thicker, as if something had stuck to it, and the sound in the room turned into the noise of flowing liquid, not like a clear spring, but like some kind of viscous solution.
The two looked at each other, and the girl's gun was already aimed at the source of the sound.
They looked at that place, but could only vaguely see the figure of a person in the darkness.
As they moved forward, the sound became clearer.
But when they arrived in front of that "person", what they saw was a field of broken bones and a large pool of gelatinous blood.
They saw that the fallen bones were adhered with blood, and the broken bone fragments were interspersed in the solution.
When they felt disgust in their hearts and stepped back slightly, the blood took shape.
Those bones became that bloody weapon. After the half-meter-long leg bone was broken, the tip was pointed outward.
"Slime?"
Chen Qing's face improved a bit. The visual impact of this thing was much lower than what he had seen before.
Although its body is filled with human bones, its size seems to be growing.
He patted Jiang Wan's hand and motioned for her to put the pistol back.
"Let's go."
"Ignore it?" She frowned.
"Are you sure you can kill it with one shot? I don't even know what it is. It won't bite you, so hurry up and leave."
Chen Qing shrugged his shoulders, quickened his pace, and walked into the center of the first door.
After entering the door, the creature under the tree gradually became silent.
Inside the door, a faint light was on.
Inside the door, a miniature hall appeared in front of the two people. A space of more than thirty square meters was filled with instruments and equipment, as well as a medical bed with a patient lying on it.
On that bed, the dirty black solution soaked into the bedding and stained the supposedly blue bed.
He stepped forward quickly, straightened the man's face and looked at it carefully.
"Hey! What are you doing! He's still alive!"
"I'm not blind."
He frowned. The man's face was already thin and out of shape, but Chen Qing still recognized his identity from his facial bones.
"Are you...Mr. Sun Zhengyang?"
Chen Qing frowned, as if he was not ready to wait for his response. Jiang Wan rushed up, pushed Chen Qing's hand away, glared at him, and began to check the other person's body functions.
But when she looked at the emaciated person, her face became increasingly bleak: "No... I can't do it anymore."
"What's wrong? You want to say that he only has one breath left now, right?" Chen Qing didn't look back, walked to the edge of the bed, and started tinkering with something.
She turned back and glared, but her tone seemed to be filled with surprise and confusion: "You know?!"
The source of that emotion was quite complex. She had never seen a person who could accept the death of a fellow human being so calmly, and who could announce the other person's death date so calmly.
He is so calm.
"Are you talking nonsense? Look at the values on the instrument for yourself. His heart rate is almost lower than my sanity. How can he still be alive?"
Chen Qing bent over to check, but suddenly there was light in his eyes: "Those who long to be alive...weep all night long..."
He turned around and stared at the patient on the bed.
"But he is in a coma right now. Will he really be in pain?"
Chen Qing thought about it, and he always felt that he had missed something.
"Is he one of the entities in this back room? Or is he still alive and a victim who was brought in?"
Before Chen Qing had time to think about it, the sound at the entrance interrupted his thoughts.
That sound was footsteps, and there was no mistaking it.
The owner of those honest footsteps should weigh more than 250 pounds and not be tall.
His expression suddenly changed, and Jiang Wan's reaction was quite quick, but just as the first word came out of her mouth, Chen Qing had already covered her mouth.
"Lift...uh...uh!"
Before she even had time to struggle, Chen Qing had already grabbed her body and rolled her under the bed.
Beneath those beds that stinked and dripped with black solution.
The calmness in their hearts finally got out of control.
They saw the person coming, they saw the creature that lowered its head and squeezed into the door.
That creature has extremely swollen limbs and a ball-like body, but can move normally.
It had no face, or it could be said that its face had been soaked. It walked to the bed, and the blood on its feet squeezed out by its weight spilled onto the floor.
It walked to the bed and grabbed Sun Zhengyang's arm with both hands. Then there was a click, and the hand was torn off from the middle of the joint.
But he didn't scream.
He was still asleep.
It broke his knees, but he remained silent, it broke his spine, and he only breathed slightly.
It left, holding four bones in its hand that looked like toys but were only as long as its palm.
"No...that's wrong." Chen Qing frowned. The information on the note seemed wrong.
"But it's impossible..." He muttered, and Jiang Wan was a little confused: "Why can't mistakes be made? Could it be that the person who wrote the note is a god?"
"He was able to walk out with the information on the note."
"Maybe he just thought he could get out? But he died after finishing writing?"
Chen Qing glanced at her, but did not continue to explain.
He shook his head, and the two returned to the bedside from under the bed.
But looking at the person on the bed, Chen Qing was in a daze.
"His limbs that were just broken... probably started from the joints."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw it.
The blood flowing out of the corners of the man's eyes, the empty mouth of the man, the scars on the corners of his mouth that were torn but then healed.
He heard a desperate cry like hell slowly coming from Sun Zhengyang's throat.
He knew that the pain caused by the original injury could be used to it, but the fear and pain caused by recovery; the pessimism and despair about the future.
They are far beyond the torture of the physical body countless times.
