The strange street returned to calm again.
There were no lights on in Room 4. Yan Yueming looked through the binoculars and found no one. In the half-open window, only the gauze curtain swayed.
Yan Yueming didn't dare to look any further. He was afraid of being discovered and taking a bullet. The other party had a gun, but all he had was a monocular telescope.
However, just when Yan Yueming looked away, he found another clue on the asphalt road.
There is blood on the ground.
This seemed normal, because the man was injured and blood dripped all the way from the door of No. 5 to the side of the car. But the drop of blood that Yan Yueming saw was in the wrong place. It deviated from the normal track and appeared under the rear compartment where the car was parked just now.
When Yan Yueming saw it, his heart skipped a beat. His eyes immediately moved back, and he finally found the second drop of blood dozens of meters away in the direction he came from.
This was not the man's blood, it was dripping from the back compartment of the red car.
What's in the trunk?
Yan Yueming's heart was beating like a drum. If he had responded and got in touch with the man, what would have happened? Will there be blood dripping out of the trunk of an ordinary family of three?
Could it be chicken blood? Pig blood?
Yan Yueming is now more and more convinced that this house with entry and exit instructions is safe, even if it has some strange rules.
Senior Li is right, he can't run around, running around will only make him die faster. The ragged whisperer just now didn't know what happened after entering No. 11. There was no movement for a long time.
Did something happen to him too?
Yan Yueming didn't dare to think about it carefully. He decided to be patient and never leave No. 9 unless absolutely necessary.
The time blinked to 8:00 in the morning. During this period, Yan Yueming only drank a little water in this house. The water should be safe. He washed his face and drank it again. There was no abnormal reaction for the time being.
Just drinking water makes it easier to go to the toilet. When a person can only sit in sleep, the most basic physiological needs will become particularly strong. Yan Yueming was worried about the red water cup and mirror in the toilet. He held it in for a while before going in.
He was careful throughout the whole process, but luckily nothing happened and he got through it safely.
He couldn't help but rejoice in the pain, thinking that it would be familiar the second time, and when he went in for the third time, he would be much calmer. But when he returned to the living room and saw the extra things in the living room, the fun was gone.
I saw an armrest in the living room near the storage room. Where the handrail is circled is a downward spiral staircase.
[No. 9 Access Instructions]
1: The house has only two floors, no basement and no attic.
Help.
The basement appears.
At the same time, Xiangshan North Road.
Que Ge drove Li Zheng's motorcycle in a hurry. When he saw the road sign, he braked suddenly and stopped. His long legs touched the ground, he lifted the windshield on his helmet and looked at the search and rescue team members on the roadside.
A young search and rescue team member saw her and was about to ask her to leave when the master who led the team stopped her and said, "Those are people from Huayuan Road, not ordinary people."
The young team member felt that the name seemed familiar, "Huayuan Road?"
In the midst of doubts, his master had already stepped forward and greeted him familiarly, "Why are you here alone?"
Que Ge looked serious. In the cold wind of the spring morning, the dimples on his cheeks seemed to have been flattened by the cold wind. "My junior fell into the gap, and Senior Li has already gone in to look for it. Where is Captain Yan? His Any news out there?"
The other party's tone was low, "It's been a few hours since we went in, and no one has come back. Boss Li should join the search and rescue team first, and go in together to rescue people. The chance of winning is better. It's too dangerous to be alone."
Que Ge resolutely said, "That's too slow. Deputy Feng, you know, time is life. If you are lost in there for a long time, even if you are rescued, there will be some terrible consequences."
Feng Yuanhua, deputy captain of the first team of the search and rescue department, his new apprentice is named Lian Shan.
Deputy Feng was silent for two seconds and said, "Where did he get in from?"
Que Ge: "The entrance and exit of the gap is very unstable. The Puxiazi Alley side has been closed, so we found a nearby spot. It's at Beihe Road Square. What about this side? Are many people falling in?"
Deputy Feng waved to his apprentice Lian Shan, and pulled up a surveillance video from his tablet to show her, "Although we took action as soon as possible, someone still entered by mistake. Look at this red car. "
Que Ge frowned, "At one o'clock in the morning, a family of three came back from outside the city?"
Deputy Feng: "I checked the license plate number and the owner of the car, and found out that he is a wanted criminal."
Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Que Ge's eyes, "Wanted criminal?"
Deputy Feng nodded, "Yes. He killed someone. The police next door just issued a wanted warrant. The people in the car were indeed his wife and daughter. They were probably busy running away, so they didn't notice the gas phase forecast. The most important thing is, People like this stepping into the cracks will make the situation worse.”
Que Ge's mood was also a little bad.
Li Zheng has already gone in, and now that the communication is interrupted, she has no way to notify him again. However, Que Ge has always had blind trust in her, Senior Li, so even though she was worried, she still kept her mind on business.
"I'm here for other reasons, Deputy Feng. Please send people immediately to follow me."
Gap, House 9.
In order to prevent herself from getting close to the stairs leading to the basement, Yan Yueming simply hid on the second floor. There was a study room on the second floor. The rules didn't say there were any restrictions in the study room. After much thought, he came here because this was the place with the most written information and he might make some unexpected discoveries.
When he first entered the house, he only explored the doorways of each room on the second floor and did not really conduct a carpet search, so he did not touch anything in the study.
This room is not big. There are only two large bookcases placed side by side on the south wall, plus a set of desks, chairs and a chest of drawers. That's all. The windows in the room are also very small. When you open the window, you can see the river and woods outside.
Yan Yueming did not open the window, and glanced at the rows of books on the bookshelf, but did not stretch out the hand to take the books. Because words have a huge impact on people, they will influence you subtly and even brainwash you.
This is a gap, the territory of world consciousness. Are the books here normal or cult?
At a glance, the titles on the spine looked normal. He even saw the familiar "New World Book". But this is not what Yan Yueming wants to see. He wants to find out if there is anything about this house and this street.
Preferably something handwritten.
Unfortunately he still found nothing.
After hesitating in the study for a while, Yan Yueming finally moved to the master's bedroom with his head in the air. This bedroom is the largest room in the whole house. It has two windows, one of which can see No. 11 next door, which is open; a floor-to-ceiling window is connected to the balcony, with geraniums planted on the balcony.
In the bedroom, the owner's pajamas were still hanging on the coat rack, and an unlit scented candle was placed by the bedside.
As usual, Yan Yueming did not move anything in the house at will, and avoided the window facing No. 11 to avoid being discovered by the homeless man. Soon, when he stood in front of the glass door leading to the balcony, he subconsciously picked up the telescope for investigation.
If you stand higher, your view will be different, and you may find other things.
Opposite are No. 10 and No. 8.
There were no lights on No. 10, the doors and windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn. No. 8 had the lights on and looked similar to No. 9 from the outside. But just when Yan Yueming turned his attention to a room on the second floor of No. 8, ghostly symbols all over the wall broke into his sight.
It was something drawn on the white wall with a thick black marker. It was so messy and weird that I couldn't even tell whether it was words or patterns.
The moment he saw them, Yan Yueming's mind went "buzzing", and he quickly moved the telescope away. However, this movement caused the ghost symbols to be dragged out of the afterimages, as if they came to life and began to dance wildly. .
Yan Yueming's face turned pale, he staggered back and squatted directly on the ground. At this moment, his feet were soft, his scalp was numb, and his palms were cold.
He squatted so that he could see the bottom of the bed.
There was a mirror placed strangely under the bed, which reflected his pale face and what seemed to be something behind him. The moment he saw it, the familiar feeling of thorns on his back came again.
It's like an invisible hand has climbed up your back and gradually moved towards the back of your neck. The touch was cold and sticky. It made you shiver. At the same time, a sense of nausea rose from the depths of your soul. It seemed as if the hand was going to reach into your head and dig out your brain. You could even feel it. That hand had nails.
Yan Yueming shivered and closed her eyes hastily, not knowing what to do.
If he turns around and runs away, he will inevitably hit that thing. Is that a phase? Maybe; if he moved forward, wouldn't he have to crawl under the bed?
He wanted someone to come and save him, but in this weird neighborhood, there were only gunshots that he didn't know when he would hear again and ghost symbols all over the walls.
He wants to work hard, but hard work is really difficult.
In the midst of sour tears, he finally moved, stretched out the hand holding the telescope, knelt on the ground, and struggled to reach the mirror under the bed. He didn't dare to look, so he kept his eyes closed and waved the telescope back and forth under the bed. After waving it several times, he finally knocked down the mirror's stand.
"Bang." The sound of the mirror falling to the ground came. Yan Yueming took a deep breath and slowly exited from under the bed. Then, relying on his memory of walking in from outside, he returned the same way.
You can do it, Xiao Ming.
Yan Yueming cheered himself up and walked out. He didn't care about the changes in his surroundings. He just ignored it as written in the entry and exit instructions and just walked out.
Finally, he walked out of the door, and nothing happened. The thorn in his back finally slowly dissipated.
He leaned his back against the wall, feeling supported, opened his eyes, and looked at his watch.
It is now 8:46 in the morning. It has been more than six hours since he fell into the gap, and he doesn't know how long he will stay here. However, the experience just now was not without success. Yan Yueming wiped the sweat from his head, spread his palms, and revealed the wad of paper he accidentally touched when he waved the mirror under the bed.
Spread out the paper and write a few words on it:
[Mark at the door, follow it. If you don't know what it means, the answer is in the mirror.
Use a red cup to pour water on the mirror in the toilet on the first floor. 】
The handwriting is elegant, and everything from the ink to the paper looks new, and it is not Li Zheng's handwriting.
