Chapter 107 Twenty-two. Steps in the wardrobe

   "Who is the funeral director?"

   "I'm a volunteer helping out at the church."

   "Is she here?"

"Um."

   "Take me to see her."

"plz follow me."

  Lu Li followed the tall nun Mama to find the volunteer who volunteered to help in the church, an elderly woman with cloudy pupils and a spot on her right forehead.

  The former is a common occurrence in old age, while the latter is age spots.

  Lu Li asked her about the hole on Claire's forehead, and the Mrs. Martha said that the hole had already existed when Claire was sent by the police.

   Suspiciously, the hole in Claire's forehead was not identified by the police as the cause of her death - at least not in the information provided by Valentine.

   Does this mean anything...?

  …

  Beta Street.

   The last time Luli came to the neighborhood was half a month ago.

  Michelia's home lives in the Alpha block next door.

  Perhaps it was the increasingly haggard faces of the old couple that touched Lu Li. As he raced against time, he stopped briefly in Elfa Street and bought some fruits.

   "I came to visit you on behalf of Michelia."

After    finished speaking, Lu Li declined the request of the two to stay for dinner, and came to the street by him.

   is slightly different from Alpha Street, which was originally reserved for the low-level employees of the colonists, while Beta Street is for those who are wealthy. The three-story masonry building was dormant in the dim light, with oil lamps lit in the small half-windows.

   It is not far from dark.

   In the hallway, there were no hands and fingers, and the dim butter light was on.

   Holding an oil lamp, Lu Li stood in front of the door of Room 1 facing the corridor.

  The sound of footsteps disappeared, Lu Li lowered his head, his shoes stepped on a black and dirty blanket.

  Shoes lifted the blanket, under which a rusted brass lay quietly.

   bent down to pick up the key, inserted it into the key hole and turned it, with a small click, the door lock was unlocked unhindered.

  Squeak——Yeah——

  The door was pushed open with the sound of a sour tooth.

  Dust particles emerged from behind the door and traveled within the range of the oil lamp.

  Lu Li calmed down his breathing and walked into the door.

   He didn't notice the slightest strange aura, and put his palm on the handle of the flintlock gun, but didn't pull it out.

  The air current rolls the dust around you. It’s fine when you can’t see them. After seeing them, you feel that every breath will inhale them into your body.

   A layer of dust on the ground, a layer of messy footprints on the dust, and a layer of dust on the footprints.

   There is a lot of dust in unoccupied rooms. For half a month, the dust covered it as if uninhabited for several months.

  The oil lamp flashed by, revealing a dilapidated outline in the small living room. The bedroom door on the left side of the living room was half closed, and it was hidden in darkness.

  Lu Li walked to the middle of the living room, a rope hung in front of his eyes, and the chandelier was connected to the top.

   Is there still electricity here?

  patta——

  OM——

   Pulling the rope with Lu Li, the chandelier shook slightly, but did not light up.

  Lu Li retracted his gaze and first looked around the living room where a layer of dust had fallen. The harbour outside the window was hazy at night.

   Looking back, Lu Li walked to the wooden door next to the kitchen.

   crunch——

  The wooden door was pushed open, and the sound of water drops suddenly amplified.

  In the light that the oil lamp shines in, the water tank above is ticking down, and a circle of dirty yellow falls on the tiles.

  Small bathroom with unobstructed view.

   Closing the wooden door again, Lu Li turned and walked towards the half-closed bedroom door.

   Approaching the door, the sound of the wind faintly rang from behind the door.

  The sound of wind...?

  Lu Li pushed open the door, but did not move, standing outside the door and did not enter.

  The windows are tightly closed, and there is no place for air leakage in the sealed bedroom.

   But the wind still exists.

  Suddenly, a low shadow passed by the edge of the line of sight, and just as Lu Li shifted his sight, there was a bang.

   The wardrobe door in the left corner is tightly closed.

   There is a blind spot, and Lu Li, who is standing outside the door, just can't see it.

   Until now, Lu Li still didn't perceive any malice. And that black shadow was half a person tall, so it couldn't possibly be some kind of animal.

  Lu Li raised his palm slightly, grabbed the flintlock gun and left the holster.

   The coldness hit his whole body, but Lu Li felt the long-lost peace here. No ghosts, no malice... nothing here.

   Clean is a little weird.

  The oil lamp in his hand suddenly looked like kerosene was about to burn out.

  Lu Li was pretty sure it was full when he borrowed it from the groom.

   Ignoring the flickering oil lamp for a while, Lu Li walked into the room and stood in front of a painted closet door that was opened up on the wall and closed tightly.

   He grabbed the door handle of the wardrobe with his palm and paused slightly. In general, hideous-looking ghosts roared and crashed.

   After dissipating the irrelevant thoughts, Lu Li suddenly opened the wardrobe door——

  The blood red reflects Lu Li's slender figure.

   A dark, blood-red staircase appeared in front of him.

  No coldness, no malice, nothing.

   This is an ordinary staircase.

   Except that it shows up in the wardrobe, except that it has an eerie vibe.

  Everything in the closet is blood red, and the light comes from nowhere. The dark red steps that extend downward are folded in half after more than 20 layers, and continue to extend downward.

   Withdrawing his gaze towards the end of the steps, Lu Li focused his attention on the wall.

   A line of huge numbers appeared in the middle of the wall, which should be the number of floors written there under normal circumstances.

  1200

   The meaning of layers, or what?

  Messy handwriting is distributed on the blood-red walls, some handwriting is beautiful, some handwriting is graffiti, and some handwriting is crazy and chaotic.

   Each sentence has a different meaning, is repeated, and is broken.

  Lu Li reluctantly pieced together three sentences from the incomplete handwriting.

  【Don't listen to those laughter, it will kill your will and make you addicted to having fun. 】

  【Avoid staying up late, it is your worst enemy, health is more important than you think】

  【Stay away from going out, children disguised as monsters will haunt you and make you lose faith in laughter and laughter】

  Lu Li quietly stared at the words, stepped forward, and walked into the blood-red space behind the cabinet.

  Zi——

The    oil lamp went out the moment Lu Li stepped into the blood-red space.

  The blood-red color fills the line of sight and makes people irritable.

   Lu Li's face was calm, no emotion could be seen.

   He walked down the steps without much hesitation, and came to the turning point of the stairs.

Below    is still an extended step, then corner, and continue to spread downward...

   There are still intermittent phrases on the wall, and one of the numbers on the wall has changed.

  1230

The number    is 30 more.

   The weird and grotesque scene didn't make Lu Li hesitate, he continued down to the 1230th floor, and then continued down without stopping until he saw the number of floors on the next floor.

  1300

  The interval of each layer is 30, which seems to represent time.

   Just noticed this, Mutant Prominence!

Hee hee hee--

   A burst of children's laughter sounded from the corner under the steps, echoing eerily.

   Lu Li turned around immediately, went up the steps without hesitation, and returned to the original path.

   (end of this chapter)