Chapter 58

The color blocks in front of me are spinning chaotically, and the familiar dizziness is rolling and pulling among the internal organs.

Wen Jianyan stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before he could open his eyes, a strange smell rushed into his nose, which made his heart shudder.

There was a dead silence around my ears.

"..."

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and prepared herself for a few seconds before forcing herself to open her eyes slowly.

In front of you is a narrow room.

The curtains were pulled tightly, the light was dim, the air was turbid, the walls were covered with dirty green wallpaper, water seeped from under the wallpaper, leaving yellowish brown stains, the room was very messy, the surface of the sofa was covered with The oil stains had lost their original color at all, and garbage and dirty clothes were piled up randomly on it.

The layout of the room is a bit familiar.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, and it took two seconds to realize that he was in room 1316 now.

He reached into his pocket—the phone wasn't brought in.

The translucent live broadcast interface logo is also gray and cannot be opened, but there is a 15-minute countdown above the head, and the seconds are slowly decreasing.

Could this be the effect of the [Mr. Mirror] prop? Can you make yourself see what happened in this room?

Wen Jianyan blinked.

If this is the case, then the 20,000 points are really worth it!

Sudden…

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

A familiar sound like bones rubbing against each other sounded in his ears, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a pale hand slowly stretching out from under the sofa, the bright red nail polish on the nails was mottled and peeled off, the nails were incomplete, and the long black, knotted and dirty hair spread out from the gap below, as if there was something Something is trying to crawl out from under the couch.

Grass!

It's a ghost!

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end in an instant.

The familiar system sound rang in my ears kindly: "If the anchor dies while using the props, the live broadcast will end and the live broadcast room will be closed. In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, the anchor should ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect!"

"..."

Wen Jianyan's expression twisted for a moment.

He decided to take back what he just said.

20,000 points to buy a death crisis, worth a fart!

Wen Jianyan turned his head and rushed to the door, twisting the doorknob hard, but to no avail, he had to give up the idea of ​​escaping from the front door, turned his head and rushed in towards the bedroom!

Like the living room, the bedroom was also dimly lit and muddy.

Greasy beds were unkempt, cigarette butts and **** everywhere.

The smell of blood in the air intensified.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The voice that made Wen Jianyan's scalp tingle sounded again.

This time, the sound came from under the bed.

A pale arm protruded from under the bed, a twisted bracelet was worn on the wrist, a stiff, smiling face slowly emerged from the darkness, a pair of cloudy and dead white eyes were tightly closed. He stared at Wen Jianyan closely.

Viscous black and red blood slowly flowed out from under the bed.

There was a pungent rancid smell in the air.

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously.

"Giggle."

There was another clear rubbing sound from behind, as if the ghost under the sofa had crawled out completely and was slowly approaching him from behind.

Is this a two-sided attack?

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that his face paled, and he looked at the sofa for a while. Looking under the bed for a while, he pressed his back against the bedroom wall and moved back little by little. While trying to stay away from the opponent's attack range, he frantically poked at the gray live broadcast panel in front of him, but there was no response anyway. .

Can't use props, can't leave the room, locked up with two ghosts...

This prop is **** specially here to trick him!

Wen Jianyan was a little bit broken.

As he stepped back, he glanced at the countdown timer above his head. This was the first time he so hoped that a prop would expire soon.

"boom."

Wen Jianyan's arm hit the closet beside him.

The closet was not locked, but the closet door, which had been closed in a false way, slowly opened under the impact.

The rancid smell that could be smelled from just now rushed towards his face.

A pale, tear-stained face appeared in the depths of the closet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

...living people?

Curled up in the closet was a girl with disheveled clothes, her hair was dirty and knotted, she stared at Wen Jianyan outside the closet with terrified and bewildered eyes, sobbing from time to time.

While Wen Jianyan was in a daze, the other two ghosts had already approached.

And he has nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.

At this moment, he heard the turning sound of a key inserted into the door lock from the living room. Through a thin layer of wall, the metal turning sound was clear and distinct, as if someone was coming in from outside.

At that moment, the two ghosts in front of me disappeared.

"...?"

Wen Jianyan blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because the crisis was over, he heard a familiar voice sound from the living room.

"You were right to come to me."

The voice was old and muddy, and it awakened Wen Jianyan's memory almost instantly.

It's Wenpo! That vicious old woman who tried to put all the anchors into the soul-locking altar!

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

He made a quick decision.

The young man with amber eyes bent down, stared at the girl curled up in the closet, raised his finger to his lips, and made a mouthful: "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, he swung his waist, and also got in, and closed the door of the closet without making a sound.

Although the space in the closet was considered spacious, Wen Jianyan still had to touch each other's body unavoidably.

The girl's body was very cold, like ice, and even a simple touch made one shiver uncontrollably.

The air was closed and turbid, mixed with a strong smell of corpses and blood.

With the light, Wen Jianyan saw something stuck on the wall behind him.

There was a sound of walking outside the closet. Granny Wen seemed to be pacing in the room. Wen Jianyan didn't intend to pay attention to the sound outside. Instead, she leaned closer to the wall behind her, held her breath, and looked carefully at the things pasted in the closet.

The light spilled in through the gaps in the closet, barely illuminating the narrow space.

These seem to be news reports and photos that have been carefully cut out of newspapers, and some fragments have been carefully circled with red pens. The words the size of mosquitoes and flies are densely packed, making it extremely difficult to read under dim light.

The headlines in bold are vaguely recognizable.

Seems to be... about a series of murders in a city where multiple young women go missing.

One of the photos caught Wen Jianyan's attention.

In the photo is a female corpse lying in a pool of blood. The nails of the corpse are painted with bright red nail polish.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

He stepped back slightly, and began to search for something on the wall covered with clipped newspapers.

In the upper right corner, a photo was taken in a blurry dark room, with a pale arm and a broken bracelet on the arm.

Both hit.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a pale and stiff arm stretched out from the side, and slowly climbed onto Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help shivering, and turned to look in the direction of the girl.

The other party didn't know when he had already approached, and that pale face covered with tears was close to him: "I want to go home."

She said in a breathy voice.

"Please, I want to go home."

The dark, dirty hair hung down and rubbed against Wen Jianyan's arm, making him stiff and unable to move.

Wen Jianyan tried to move her eyes—

Suddenly, in the upper left corner of the closet, he saw a photo that looked like it had just been posted.

In the photo, the girl was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor, staring at the sky with her lifeless eyes, and there was a pool of scarlet blood under her body.

Wen Jianyan's gaze once again fell on the face of the girl who was squeezed into the closet with him.

…is the exact same facial features.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of goosebumps crawling up his arms in an instant, and a chill began to appear from the depths of his internal organs.

Not a living person.

The girl in front of me...is also a ghost.

At this moment, a strange male voice came from outside. His voice was full of emotions, trembling slightly under a kind of fiery passion, and there was a creepy strong enthusiasm hidden in the depth of his voice:

"Yes, I came to you as soon as I saw them appear."

"You did the right thing." Granny Wen's voice was old and loving: "They are the slaves of the evil spirits, and the Bodhisattva will notice all your good deeds. As long as you seal the evil spirits, the Bodhisattva will definitely bestow favor on you. "

Immediately afterwards, the man's ecstatic voice of gratitude sounded again.

There was a weird clanging sound from outside the cupboard, accompanied by the smell of burning incense, and the old voice of a woman chanting a strange spell, echoing in my ears.

"Giggle".

"Giggle".

The familiar sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded from beside him.

"I want to go home."

The girl's eyes widened, and her pale and cold body moved under some strange external force. The bones all over her body made a crackling sound, being bent, twisted, compressed, and shrunk little by little into...

The size of a jar.

Her pale face was pressed against the mouth of the jar, her skull was completely sunken, and her whole body was constricted in an extremely narrow space.

Her silent, cloudy, death-gray eyes moved slowly.

The dry lips moved, and said slowly:

It hurts.

It hurts.

I want to go home.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a burning pain in his arm, and the spell-like black tattoo under his skin seemed to be struggling in an invisible bondage, trying to break through his skin.

…Oh shit.

A strong emotion rushed straight to his forehead.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

Questions that had been unanswered until now finally found answers.

For example... the possibility of a massacre of ten families in one building is too low, but there are already seven jars in 1316. How did the previous few jars come about?

He leaned down, gently stroked the ghost's pale face with his fingertips, and said in a low and soft voice, "Hush."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan raised his head and glanced at the countdown above his head - there were less than two minutes left.

He pushed open the closet door and rushed out!

The chanting stopped, and the two people in the living room raised their eyes in shock, apparently they did not expect someone to suddenly run out of the bedroom.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the furnishings in the living room.

There is a small altar on the ground, a brass statue of an evil Bodhisattva, and a small black pottery pot placed in the center of the altar.

Next to the altar is a gossip mirror, on which a scarlet spell is pasted.

Granny Wen's eyes fell on the back of Wen Jianyan's hand hanging by her side. When she touched the black charm winding on the opponent's skin, her eyes shrank suddenly, and a trace of fear flashed across her eyes.

She cried out in a shrill voice:

"This is a believer of evil spirits, hurry up! Catch him!"

[Countdown: 01:02]

The man stood up, his face was pale, and there was a thick layer of black under his eyes. His figure was tall and strong, and there was a frightening crazy light in the depths of his eyes.

He rushed towards Wen Jianyan suddenly!

"A believer? Bah."

Wen Jianyan bent down and easily dodged the man's attack. With a nimble and light figure, he bypassed the opponent's attack circle in a blink of an eye and rushed straight to Granny Wen who was beside him.

Granny Wen fell to the side in panic—

But Wen Jianyan changed direction in an instant.

He kicked over the altar, and the black pottery jar shattered in response. In the chaos of a piece of yellow paper being rolled up and candles falling, he picked up the gossip mirror on the ground.

[Countdown: 00:12]

Granny Wen slowly got up from the ground, a hint of sternness flashed in her cloudy eyeballs, her lips twisted and trembled under the strong emotion, and she began to mutter words.

[Countdown: 00:04]

Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown that was less than five seconds left above his head, and lightly raised his hand to tear off the talisman paper on the gossip mirror.

Then, the young man curled his lips, showing a light and harmless smile:

"I am your evil spirit grandfather."