In the blink of an eye, the boy's figure was swallowed up by the blood and mud, and more blood and mud poured in the direction of Xi Yu. She backed away repeatedly, but blood and mud also spilled out from the wall behind her. There was actually someone in the same situation as Liu Guanglei's wife in the wall. The corpse was struggling to climb out of the wall.
No time to think about anything else, Xi Yu knocked open the door of room 302.
She staggered due to inertia, and the tip of her nose almost hit the cabinet in front of her.
Why is the cabinet here?
Xi Yu rubbed his aching forehead and raised his head. His eyes were suddenly filled with pictures of miserable deaths.
Those photos were plastered all over the wall. Due to technical reasons, they were not very clear, but the basic appearance, age, and gender of the deceased could still be seen.
Next to each photo is written the name of the deceased as well as several symbols and numbers. It is really funny that such a simple character can sum up a person's complete life.
No one cared about them while they were alive, and no one knew how bad news their passing was among their relatives and friends. Their hideous corpses were the last thing they left behind.
Whose experiment is it, and whose collection is it?
Is the person A who contacted Zhao Ping unpunished and still alive?
Walking around the long cabinet in the middle of the room, she opened the long cabinet at the reminder of tour guide 04.
There was no paper information in the cabinet, only crudely crafted wooden boxes. Each box was soaked in blood and dyed dark red, with patches of scarlet mold growing on the surface.
Xi Yu suddenly guessed what was in the box. She endured nausea and opened the box. As expected, she saw deeply rotted human tissues. Some were just white bones covered with mold, and some were rotten flesh whose parts could still be seen.
These small boxes were stacked neatly in the cabinet. There were at least hundreds of them, without any labels or written records. It seemed that He Laoer just did it casually and put them in the cabinet as a souvenir.
Not sensing any danger, Li Yue and Qin Yuan took the initiative to protect Xi Yu.
There were blood threads squirming slowly in the four corners, and everything they passed turned into damp and smelly wood. The photos of the deceased on the wall also had a faint smell of blood, as if these murder scenes were about to reappear.
Xi Yu pretended to disappear, walked to the wall again, bought a notebook and pen with indelible handwriting from Baishi's shop using Ming coins, raised his eyes and carefully wrote down the victim's name in every photo on the wall. Appearances and crude information.
Li Yue came over and said, "Sister, what are you doing?"
"We need to get all the information about these victims out."
Xi Yu didn't push her away. He quickly wrote down these precious evidences that were not recorded in the files before the room was completely exposed to his danger.
"If I can bring this evidence to reality, the murderer of Fu'an Hotel may be found in reality, including every murderer A."
"Some of them are not even recorded in the list of victims of the Fu'an Hotel case. Their relatives have no idea where they have gone, let alone worship and remember them. Their relatives have the right to know this."
This is the only thing Xi Yu can think of doing for these poor people who died in vain.
"The murderer in the ghost story is going to be killed, but if the real murderer behind the ghost story is allowed to remain at large, the ghost story will always exist."
As soon as she finished speaking, the ground that had slightly turned into a damp mixed wood texture turned back into an ordinary cement floor. The distorted and blurry deceased in the photo got up and turned his head. When he turned around again, all the blood stains were removed, and he turned into a dead person. appearance.
Hundreds of people tried their best to show Xi Yu a friendly smile in their eyes, but they didn't know that this scene was another kind of weird.
Xi Yu didn't seem to notice at all that this room was the "wooden box" prepared by the resentful spirits for the visitor, and just kept busy writing.
Suddenly, she thought of the mouth on the little boy and the word "noisy" that appeared repeatedly in the little boy's diary.
"Can you guys talk?"
Xi Yu asked hesitantly: "Since you are here, who is in the basement?"
The victims in the photo looked at each other, pointing at their open mouths without tongues, and gesturing with their hands.
She did learn sign language, but these victims were not mute in the first place, and their signs were messy. It took Xi Yu a long time to understand what they wanted to express.
It's true that they were victims of the Fu'an Hotel, but they were all killed in the basement at that time. However, most of the resentment and souls were imprisoned in the basement. What was left in the photo was a small part of the remnant souls with reason. .
They couldn't condense into ghosts and move around on their own like Chen Baozhu and Qin Yuan. They could only stay in this room and lock everyone who walked into the room into small wooden boxes.
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Xi Yu took the notebook and asked again: "If I can, I will try my best to complete it for you."
Most of the victims wanted to take revenge on the murderer, while other victims pointed to the location of their homes and wanted Xi Yu to help see if their families were okay. A few victims just shook their heads.
After recording all the information that could be recorded, Xi Yu released Pei Ying: "There is no Chu Pianran here."
"So I assume she's either in room 303 next door or in the basement, and I hope you're being sensible about what you saw."
"Because we still need you to bring her out."
Pei Ying closed her eyes, not daring to look at the flesh and blood in the cabinet, and took a deep breath: "I will do it."
"Regardless of the outcome, I'm grateful you helped us."
The corridor was filled with blood, and the changes in the hotel became more serious. The last door on the third floor opened on its own without Xi Yu pushing it. Pei Ying rushed in before Xi Yu.
"Aying, you're here."
Next to the thick hemp ropes scattered on the ground stood a woman who could be called a bloody woman. All the skin on her body had been cut off, and even her face was scarlet and pitted, but she was completely unaware of it. Instead, she smiled at Pei. Ying waved her hand: "Aying, you shouldn't have come. You are different from me. Your life has just begun."
"No, it's not."
Pei Ying recognized Chu Pianran at a glance. She eagerly stepped forward to hug her friend, not caring about the ferocious face: "From the day you left, my life has ended!"
"Only by finding you and being with you can my life start again!"
Chu Pianran smiled helplessly, and Xi Yu, Li Yue, and Qin Yuan applauded.
"You guys."
Chu Pianran noticed Xi Yu and the others, turned around and knocked on the wall, and the wall collapsed, revealing a dark and dark path.
"You are A Ying's friends. I have no intention of killing you. This road is the real exit of Fu'an Hotel. The one in the back mountain is just a cover created by Zhao Ping to seduce idiots."
"You can leave now."
