Familiar British retro decoration, dark brown solid wood furniture, and oil paintings of portraits mounted on the gray walls. The breeze blew the curtains, and a ray of sunlight passed through the gap and fell on Jiang Chenchuan.
The bright light shook him awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the dark room was empty, and an indescribable feeling of loneliness arose spontaneously.
I struggled to get up from the bed, but the expected pain did not come. I looked down and found that the wound under the white bandage was mostly healed.
"Yuliya."
Recalling the scene before coma, he tried to call out, but no one responded to him outside the quiet room.
The furnishings in the room were the same as when he left. They were all traces of his life in this house. He picked up the books on the bookshelf. There was a thin layer of dust on the cover. When he opened it, he found that what he had written inside was still the same as before. Notes recorded in Chinese.
Yulia also laughed at how he scribbled on the book, making the words look like moving little figures.
Countless scenes of memories come flooding in, and only the beauty that is completely lost can be remembered forever.
The scar on the heart on the chest became more twisted, and the roots of the thorns seemed to grow, slowly extending.
There was some movement outside the door.
It sounded like someone tiptoeing past his door.
"Yulia?"
Jiang Chenchuan shouted subconsciously.
But in the quiet and empty room, no one responded to him.
I opened the door and saw that the door next door was closed. The kerosene lamp on the wall of the corridor was extinguished. It was like a dark void. Only a burning candle was still placed on the table in the corner. It was clear that there was no wind blowing and the flames were burning. But it beats from time to time.
The scene in front of him reminded Jiang Chenchuan of some bad images. The nostalgic mahogany wall clock made a clear clicking sound. He walked forward. The candlelight illuminated the photo frame on the table. In the yellowed photo, the Dekavo family Stand in front of the house with a cheerful smile.
As he walked along the corridor, everything around him felt so familiar, but also a little strange.
The light gradually faded away from him, and what appeared at the end of the corridor was not the stairs going downstairs, but another door.
Jiang Chenchuan didn't know when this door appeared here, or if it had always existed.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a clear knock on the other side of the door.
"Yuliya?"
He said subconsciously, but then he realized that it was impossible for Yulia to behave like this. He reached out and turned the handle and found that the door was not locked.
An almost identical corridor appeared on the other side of the door. The same candlelight was burning, and a calm and weird atmosphere enveloped it. The door to the room behind him was locked, as if it was fixed to the space here.
Can't turn back,
Facing the fear called "the unknown", he could only keep moving forward.
The smile in the photo was bright and sunny, and as expected, there was still the unlocked door at the end of the corner.
Seemingly trapped in an endless loop, Jiang Chenchuan knew that he was trapped in this dark and quiet corridor.
When he opened the door, he saw the same corridor again... No, that's not right. The sharp-eyed Jiang Chenchuan noticed the slight difference. There was a scene portrait on the wall of the corridor.
The content of the portrait is a dilapidated and bloodshot laboratory. The scholars wear stained white coats and hold different metal instruments in their hands. In the center of the picture lies a person who has been dismantled into pieces. His face Blurred, unable to see specific appearance.
Black tentacles stretch out from the bottom of the operating table, and it seems that you can feel that there is a pair of malicious eyes hidden in the darkness, staring at you.
Jiang Chenchuan continued to walk forward. When he passed by the candle, the fire suddenly lit up. He turned around and saw that his originally cheerful smile turned gloomy. Under the change of light and shadow, it seemed as if those scary eyes were staring closely at him. Follow him.
After turning the corner, the light at the end of the corridor turned on. Under the light stood Yulia's figure, her head lowered and her back turned to him.
Subconsciously looking for his skeleton cane, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen his cane since he woke up.
Truth and fiction overlap.
After a blink of an eye, the light at the end went out and the corridor returned to darkness. At the same time, Yulia's figure also disappeared.
The same unlocked door opened, revealing a familiar corridor without any suspense. However, this time the content of the portrait changed. Jiang Chenchuan stopped in front of the painting and observed it carefully.
At first glance, there is a sense of blood rushing towards the face. The background of the entire picture is covered with blood. You can clearly see the man standing up from the operating bed, as if he has experienced a storm, surrounded by ferocious corpses. There are incomplete instruments, and the scholars who were conducting crazy experiments just now died tragically here.
Jiang Chenchuan was stunned for a moment. In the portrait, the man's face was filled with mist that could not be dissipated, but there was an indescribable feeling of weirdness.
In the photo frame at the corner, there is still the Decapo family, but their eyes have been gouged out, leaving a dark void. The corners of their mouths are downward, as if they are crying, and they look strangely terrifying.
Jiang Chenchuan had no choice.
I can only keep walking forward.
This time, the world behind the door has changed.
Some kind of dark brown liquid seeped down from the ceiling. The entire corridor seemed to have experienced a terrorist attack and became dilapidated. There was blood everywhere. The man in the portrait seemed to be closer, but he still looked at it. Unclear face.
The door on the side was opened, revealing a gap, and a dim light could be vaguely seen.
Jiang Chenchuan walked towards the room. As he expected, there was no one in the room, but blood was splattered everywhere. You can imagine what kind of fighting there had been here.
When he came out of the room, he grabbed a baseball bat that was in the closet.
As tragic as the picture was, the corridor was so quiet. When passing by the photo frame, there was a trace of blood on the neck of the person in the photo.
Like a terrifying cyclical dream that could never be escaped, Jiang Chenchuan opened the next door in an increasingly calm atmosphere.
But this time, there was an extra person in the corridor.
Under the candlelight at the corner, a man's figure was illuminated. He was wearing a black windbreaker and seemed to be holding something in his hand. His back was to Jiang Chenchuan, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He tightened his grip on the baseball bat in his hand. As soon as he entered the corridor, the sound of the door closing automatically alerted the man. The man didn't do anything. He turned around and ran away. Jiang Chenchuan quickly chased after him, even though there was no sound of opening the door. As soon as they turned the corner, the man disappeared.
Jiang Chenchuan turned back to observe the portrait on the wall. As expected, the man in the painting disappeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.
in the dark,
The eyes that stared at him slowly opened, and he didn't know what would be waiting for Jiang Chenchuan to open behind this door.
