Chapter 321

In the dilapidated house with air leaks on all sides, the sound of raindrops hitting the roof echoed. Under the eaves, a short woman stood in the center of the room, her eyes rolled up slightly, showing a strange gray-blue color. His lips moved slightly, as if he was still muttering something in a low voice.

In front of her, a blank sheet of paper was placed upright.

Her fingers held a pen tightly in a strange posture, and they seemed to move randomly on the paper—she drew more and more blocks, faster and faster, countless messy lines intertwined with each other, Soon, the picture on the paper gradually became clear and complete.

Suddenly, the anchor took a deep breath and fell backwards.

If it wasn't for a teammate standing behind her, quickly supporting her crooked body, she might have fallen to the ground.

"This feels like...a shopping street? "

Lockett picked up the lined paper from the ground, looked at the pictures gradually emerging on it, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully.

"Looks like it."

The young man on the side nodded and agreed.

"The layout of this small town is quite complete."

Lockett snorted softly, then handed the blank sheet of paper to the female team member who managed to stand up.

The other party nodded with a pale face, took the paper, and carefully looked at the pattern on it that seemed to be scribbled by a child.

Obviously, she has long been used to interpreting these seemingly messy lines that seem to contain countless information.

Soon, she raised her head and pointed in a certain direction:

"About that direction, not far away, it should arrive soon."

Locke nodded: "Okay." "

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and waved to everyone: "Let's go."

"…"

Yun Bilan quietly slipped the phone in her hand into her pocket, and was about to step up to follow, but at this moment, the female anchor who had just scribbled on the paper hesitated and said:

"but…"

Lockett stopped, turned his head and looked over, "What?"

The hostess took a deep breath, turned the picture in her hand in one direction, and then pointed out one of the places on the picture to Lockett and the others.

Yun Bilan took a step forward indiscriminately, and looked at the paper with her head.

The white paper is full of crazy and messy black lines, as if drawn by a mental patient. The countless lines are overlapping in depth or light, forming a roughly blurred picture, a little farther away, You can see a very three-dimensional image.

However, in the corner of this picture, there is a place with deep and dense lines, countless black lines overlap each other, densely packed, leaving no gaps, it looks like a dark, impenetrable hole, completely invisible Any contours and edges are inexplicably frightening.

"This is…"

Locket frowned slightly and asked.

"I don't know either." The female anchor took a deep breath, shook her head slowly, and said very seriously, "Captain, you also know that I don't have any consciousness when I read and write, and I can only It's just barely deciphering after everything is over, but..."

Her face seemed to have not recovered from the loss of strength just now, and she shivered involuntarily:

"This place gives me a very bad feeling... If we enter the commercial street, it's best not to get close to this place, otherwise, I always feel that something terrible may happen."

"…"

Lockett showed a thoughtful expression, and nodded slowly:

"Okay, I understand, let's go, it's time to go." "

Yun Bilan followed behind the team, subconsciously moved her fingers hanging by her side, as if she wanted to do something, but held back.

Now, everyone is moving towards the outside of the room at the fastest speed, and the outside is the familiar continuous rain.

This news is not like the "shopping street" just now, which can be sent out concisely.

In this case, she couldn't find a chance to send a message to Wen Jianyan.

Yun Bilan turned towards the crooked door of the dilapidated house.

Under the gray and gloomy sky, there is continuous rain, which makes people breathless.

The heavy rain blocked the line of sight, and it was completely impossible to see what was in the distance.

— can only follow the action.

She took a deep breath, followed everyone out of the room, and walked into the rain.

■■In elementary school.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door of the classroom, looking down at the slightly lit screen of the mobile phone in his hand, his fair side face was illuminated by the dim light, and there was a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

...A shopping street?

The clue of "shopping street" from Yun Bilan has nothing to do with the picture in the oil painting in 329.

The more advanced the dungeon is, the more rigorous it is, and this is not just a coincidence.

However, the possibility of Lockett and the others directly respawning in the shopping street is very low, so now there is only one explanation—Black is now coming out of, or the next destination is the shopping street, and Lockett and the others have passed some kind of Knowing this, Way is walking in that direction.

This is the best guess.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put the mobile phone back into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the corridor outside the door, and then raised his voice: "News!"

Soon, the team members who had been scattered in other classrooms came out.

"What did Yun Bilan say?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan showed them the phone screen.

Huang Mao's eyes fell on the screen, and he couldn't help but startled:

"Wait a minute, did the shopping street say...? "

Wen Jianyan took back the phone, nodded, and confirmed his guess: "It should be right."

Chen Mo: "It's not just that we can solve the requirements of customers in 408 this time, killing two birds with one stone."

Huangmao nodded vigorously.

Wen Jianyan didn't answer.

He lowered his eyes, hiding the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Although they did not enter the oil painting in room 329 after the lights were turned off this time, after going around and around, they finally...

On the original path.

However, no matter what hidden worries Wen Jianyan has in his heart now, they must go to the shopping street next, otherwise, they will miss this great opportunity. At that time, if they want to keep up with the black side's progress, I am afraid it will be difficult. It's getting harder.

He raised his eyes and concluded: "Although this is the case, we may not be able to act for the time being. After all, we don't have any props that allow us to walk long distances in the rain, and we don't have a map of this town. I don't even know where the shopping street is, so the next thing we can do is to wait."

Wait for the moment when Yun Bilan arrives at the shopping street.

Wen Jianyan is not only Yun Bilan's team leader, but also the president of her guild. With this double bond, Yun Bilan can share her position with Wen Jianyan in the instance, and they The other side should still be moving now, so Yun Bilan didn't have any news. When the other side arrived at their destination, it was time for Wen Jianyan and the others to set off.

"During this time, we will continue to search for clues in this elementary school." Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and looked at everyone:

"So, what have you gained so far?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Huang Mao shrugged embarrassingly, "there are basically some sundries inside, tables and chairs, lecture tables, books, all are very ordinary, there are no particularly important clues.

" Chen Mo nodded:

"Yes, it's the same on my side."

"Wait a minute," Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something, "None of the classrooms you entered had oil paintings, right?" Huang Mao and Chen Mo were startled and nodded.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Bai Xue and the team member who was forced to switch from Zhong Shan's team to their team: "Are you too?"

"…"

Bai Xue was silent, and nodded slightly.

The shoulders of the members of Zhong Shan's team trembled, and they replied with trepidation: "Yes, yes, I didn't find it here either."

There are five people on their side, and there are only six classrooms in the entire elementary school, that is to say, only one classroom and one teacher's office have not been entered.

"Come on, let's take a look in the remaining two rooms."

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision and said.

The last classroom was pitch-black, filled with a damp and cold smell. A pale beam of light slowly swept across the classroom, passing over the messy and low desks, the bare, mottled and peeling walls, and the stickers on them. There are several crooked stick figures.

Still no paintings.

Not only did they not have one, they didn't even see a human skin umbrella.

According to the rules they have concluded before, if there is no oil painting or human umbrella in a building, then, at the moment when the "accident" starts, there is a high probability that there will be no one here, but the problem is, whether it is The messy appearance in the classroom was seen in the painting just before entering the painting. The figures of children hidden in the doors and windows are obviously pointing in the opposite direction - there are "people" here.

So, is their symbol...

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the crooked stick figures on the wall in the depths of the room, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.

He turned his head to look at the others, and asked: "Are there any stick figures in the classrooms you entered?"

Everyone nodded.

That's right.

Although there are no oil paintings in this elementary school, there are many stick figures pasted on them. It seems that these are the media that the children here rely on.

However, this cannot fully explain why there is no corresponding number of human skin umbrellas here.

Wen Jianyan's thoughts changed, "Let's go, let's go to the teacher's office to take a look."

A group of people walked to the last room.

The door creaked and was slowly pushed open in front of Wen Jianyan, revealing a dark room in front of his eyes.

It is exactly the same as the location in the whole town.

This place looks very ordinary, messy, and old, except for the absence of any figures, it is full of the breath of human life.

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side and stopped at the base of the wall.

There, there is a small umbrella stand. Among the old and decayed umbrella stands, three umbrellas were inserted obliquely.

Familiar human leather texture.

From the looks of it, unlike the students, the teachers here are no exception.

Wen Jianyan pulled out the umbrella from the umbrella stand and distributed it to the people behind him, then inserted the almost eroded umbrella in his hand with the complete Jiri handprint on the handle into the empty umbrella Within the frame - the umbrella will be dangerous again in a matter of minutes, and now that they have an alternative, they don't need to risk dealing with the spooks by going into the rain with this umbrella up.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and walked into the office.

The light in the office is very dark, the air is damp and musty, and the sound of raindrops falling on the top of the head makes the atmosphere more depressing.

Soon, Wen Jianyan found what he was looking for.

Near the wall, there are three oil paintings. They are still the same frame, the same canvas, and the same stiff portrait with blurred figure and extremely pale face inside.

One man, two women.

The portraits in these frames should be the teachers who used to teach in this elementary school.

Chen Mo was keenly aware of the abnormality: "Wait a minute, since they were all in the same room when the "accident" happened, why did there appear three oil paintings instead of three people in one painting like we did before?" ? "

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slowly, and replied:

"I guess... maybe it's because of the blood relationship."

Every house they entered before was basically an ordinary residential house, where a family lived, and they were connected by blood ties, but here is different, here is a school, here are teachers and teachers. It is unlikely that the principal is related by blood, so they are divided into different oil paintings.

"What about the husband and wife?" Chen Mo asked.

If a husband and wife have children, they are naturally related to their children, but there is no blood relationship between the two of them. Logically speaking, the two of them should not appear in the same painting ,But…

Wen Jianyan replied almost without thinking:

"body fluid."

Chen Mo didn't expect Wen Jianyan to answer so quickly, so he couldn't help being startled.

really.

Although there is no blood relationship between husband and wife, there will always be husband and wife life, and there will be long-term body-fluid interactions. If measured according to this rule, they should indeed appear in the same painting, but

Chen Mo turned to look at Wen Jianyan.

The other party raised his head and stared deeply at the oil painting in front of him thoughtfully. The side face of Bai Shi was hidden in the darkness, covering his deep expression.

Chen Mo opened his mouth and swallowed the words back into his throat.

He always felt that the other party did not draw this conclusion based on logical deduction, but knew some information that none of them knew. That's why he jumped to the last step so quickly, and he was extremely sure that his conclusion was correct.

In fact, it is

Blood.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes.

The reason why he was so sure was that this dungeon was inseparable from Wu Zhu.

And in all the practices related to him, blood and fire are the key mediums.

A strange, almost rust-like smell of blood still lingers on the tip of his tongue. He still remembers that sticky, hot golden liquid, sliding down his throat, as if trying to swallow his internal organs together. Ignite in general.

his blood.

God's blood.

The two are closely integrated within his body, as if they are no longer separated from each other.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lower lip subconsciously, her Adam's apple trembled slightly, and rolled involuntarily.

At this moment, Huangmao's voice came from behind: "Captain! There is something here that I think you should take a look at!"

Wen Jianyan withdrew her thoughts: "... here we come.

" He turned around and walked in the direction of the yellow hair.

The other party was standing near the window of the office. On the wall there was a large wooden frame with some teaching tasks and other forms pasted on it. Wet, blurred, completely indistinguishable—like everything else in this town,

However, it wasn't these things that Huang Mao wanted Wen Jianyan to see.

Holding the flashlight in one hand, he pointed solemnly to a photo slanted on the edge of the wooden frame: "Captain, look at this." "

The edges of the photo turned yellow and rolled up, and there were faint water stains on it, making the picture blurry.

However, even so, it can still be clearly seen that this should be the picture taken in front of the school gate.

And above...

There are four people.

Wen Jianyan's expression froze, and his eyes fell on the place pointed by Huangmao.

At the edge of the picture, stands a woman in a black dress with a vague face.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, her intuition told Wen Jianyan that this "person" should be the only portrait in that dilapidated house, that is, what the residents in 408 looked like before they were alive.

In other words, she was actually a teacher at a school in this small town?

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, staring closely at the scene in front of him.

So, here comes the problem...

Why did she appear in a dilapidated hut on the edge of the town when the "accident" happened?

Also, is the abnormality of the "students" in this school related to her?

The rain fell with a splash.

Yun Bilan ran forward in embarrassment in the rain, and the rain on her body had completely wetted her clothes. Locket's voice came from ahead:

"Hold on, it's almost there!"

She wiped her face and looked up.

Not far away, thirty to forty meters away, a long, crooked street could be vaguely seen, and every low house in it was dark with lights, looking dead silent and unknown.

Yun Bilan's heart sank slightly.

she knows…

The shopping street has arrived.