Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

Those who can still stay in Dabai's live broadcast room are his true fans. Hearing Qiao Leting's question, they all warned Dabai not to go there on the bullet screen.

If Dabai could listen to the fans, he would never come to this hospital at night. He is a supernatural adventure anchor, and he needs these weird things to attract fans. He is more courageous and curious than ordinary people. Another one, it might be safer for him to follow Qiao Leting's side now, so after a short consideration, Dabai said to Qiao Leting: "I'll go down with you."

Qiao Leting nodded, and told Dabai, "Be careful", then turned his head and walked down the stairs. The stairs leading to the basement are made of wood, with many black and green molds growing on the surface, emitting The damp smell of rainy days, because of disrepair for a long time, the stairs always make a creaking sound every time you take a step, as if they may collapse at any time.

Dabai watched from behind as Qiao Leting walked on the stairs without shaking, and sighed, "The stairs are pretty solid."

Qiao Leting laughed, and was noncommittal to Dabai's conclusion, and only told him: "The handrail on the side is not very firm, don't fall."

"Got it." Dabai put the phone in his pocket, thought for a while and tied the flashlight to his head. If he held the hammer in Qiao Leting's pocket and put on a hard hat, he would look like a plumber. .

Dabai took out his phone, and just as he was about to interact with the fans, he saw the fans on the screen scrolling "Back! Back!" in the barrage. With the experience of the previous two times, Dabai is no longer Dare to turn around casually, just remind Qiao Leting in front, "Big Qiao, there seems to be something behind?"

Qiao Leting didn't have so many scruples in understanding, so he turned his head directly, and through the faint light, he could only see a black silhouette standing at the entrance. It was a little monster half a person tall, with a surprisingly big head, a bit like "Ai Li" The Red Queen in Silk Dreams in Wonderland has her hair standing up like coral, wearing fat clothes that seem to have stolen her parents, and her eyes have faint green light.

After confirming that the other party had no ill intentions towards him, Qiao Leting said "it's okay" in a low voice, and continued walking to the basement.

Dabai took a breath, and followed Qiao Leting into the basement.

Although the notes say that the basement is used to store corpses, it is much more comfortable here than the fourth floor, and the rancid smell in the air is much lighter.

The entire basement is divided into two parts, the north and the south. The north is the morgue, and the south is a torture room. It may have been built during the war, but it was frantically preserved by the later sanatorium. Barbeds, tiger benches, nail chairs, peeling boards and other creepy instruments of torture with bloodstains.

However, the surrounding walls are painted with crayons that are incompatible with the whole room, including blue sky and white clouds, red flowers and green grass, starry sky, clear river, and a group of children running on the grass.

The faded leather balls in the corner and the rubber bands that have been broken into several sections are piled together. There should have been many children playing here in those days. Those little children did not understand the cruelty here, but they just guarded the little bit here. happy.

Qiao Leting suddenly had a sour feeling in his heart, his eyes were a little wet, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, went to the corner and reconnected the broken rubber bands and put them back together. He patted the angry ball lightly and said in a low voice, "Bless you all."

Dabai explained to the fans in the live broadcast room the purpose of the various instruments of torture in the room. When he looked up, he saw Qiao Leting squatting in the corner like a moldy succulent. Dabai clicked his tongue twice, feeling that his The metaphor was very vivid, and he asked aloud, "What are you doing, Big Joe?"

Qiao Leting turned around and said, "It's nothing, I'll help the kids fix the toys."

Dabai's back felt cold for a while, he shrank his neck, and looked around. It may be his psychological effect. He only felt that there were a group of giggling children behind him, and he asked Qiao Leting: "Kids... Where?"

Qiao Leting lowered his voice and told him, "Look above."

Dabai didn't want to be cowardly in front of the fans, so he took two deep breaths, and by the way, he also wanted to let the audience who questioned his fraud have a clear understanding of this leprosy hospital, stroked his chest, and adjusted the camera on his shoulder He raised his head with both hands protecting the corners of his eyes, but after making so many preparations, he finally found that there was nothing on top of his head.

Dabai thought it was because his eyes were not very good, so he took a good look again with the flashlight, but still found nothing.

Rows of "hahaha" flashed across the barrage, mocking Dabai for being tricked by the fat brother.

Qiao Leting had already got up and walked over. He patted Dabai's shoulder who was still looking for a child, and said to him, "I'm going to the morgue, do you want to learn more about it?"

"Fuck, lied to me again!" At this moment, Dabai finally understood that Qiao Leting was fooling himself, he turned to catch up with Qiao Leting, and angrily scolded him for his bad behavior just now, "Can you be a little gay!"

Seeing that Qiao Leting ignored him, Dabai continued to mutter: "At any rate, we both lived and died together, and I even shared half a box of biscuits with you just now, take a look, my fans are asking us Have you two slept..."

"Hush——" Qiao Leting turned his head suddenly, put his raised finger between his lips, and pointed to the morgue in front with the other finger, and said to Dabai: "Hush down, everyone inside is asleep, why don't you?" What do you do if you wake up?"

Dabai stopped his voice in an instant, even his footsteps were much lighter, followed behind Qiao Leting, grabbed his clothes, and asked him in a low voice: "Can't you really cheat the corpse?"

With a squeak, Qiao Leting pushed open the door of the morgue and asked Dabai: "It's not like you haven't seen it before, what are you afraid of?"

Dabai didn't make a sound, like a little girl who was bullied, sniffed, and followed behind Qiao Leting.

The morgue was much darker and colder than the execution room next door. There were worn white cloths hanging on the walls. The wind blowing from nowhere, the white cloths fluttered back and forth. Under the weak light, it looked like a white ghost.

The surrounding area was terribly quiet, and Dabai's breathing slowed down unconsciously. According to the general routine of horror movies, the morgue should be the most dangerous place. Dabai looked back and was still worried, so he ran to the door to stand Well, prevent the door from being slammed shut.

There were nearly forty beds in the room, and they were neatly arranged in rows. The beds were all covered with white cloth. Under the white cloth, some raised a human figure, some were flat, and some were just raised. I took a small piece, and I don't know what was put under it.

Qiao Leting walked to the bed closest to him and stopped. He lifted the white cloth and took a look. It was not a dead body, but a pile of dirty clothes. He sighed and continued to walk inside. There are a few pieces of white cloth, and there are all kinds of strange things underneath, but there are no normal corpses.

"Why do I feel that this place doesn't look like a morgue?" Although Dabai was separated by a distance, he could see clearly what was under the white cloths. The fear in his heart dissipated a little, and he walked towards Qiao Leting, and then covered his hands He sneezed once, slapped his hands in front of his nose twice, and sighed, "It's just too much dust."

Qiao Leting hummed, he had already lifted more than 20 pieces of white cloth, but he didn't find even a hair of what he was looking for, Dabai followed behind him and asked him: "Da Qiao, what are you looking for?"

While continuing to lift the white cloth, Qiao Leting replied, "It's probably a child's skeleton."

"How old is the child?" Dabai asked.

Zhang Cheng'an's notes recorded the date of each experiment. According to the date of the experiment and the age of the child, the child should be the subject of No. 18 or No. 19. Qiao Leting saw these two children in the photo behind the note, which happened to be 18. The trumpeter wore a red thread, which was consistent with what Chu Yunxiang said in his diary. He replied Dabai, "Five months."

Now there is only the last row left. Qiao Leting walked over and lifted the white cloth on the front bed. Under the white cloth was the corpse of an adult male. Small red patches of corpses that looked like they had been dead for at most a month.

Before Qiao Leting figured out what was going on, the corpse on the bed suddenly opened its eyes and looked at Qiao Leting coldly. Qiao Leting made a short eye contact with the corpse gentleman in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized and put the white cloth back on.

And Dabai who was standing in the corner on the other side called out at this moment: "Da Qiao, there seems to be a letter here."

Qiao Leting heard the words and walked over, only to see a letter pressed under the foot of the bed, Qiao Leting bent down and was about to pull out the letter, when he suddenly noticed something unusual, he suddenly raised his head, and saw that Dabai in front of him had changed It became the corpse he saw just now.

The corpse's face was as white as paper, and it was bending down to Qiao Leting's neck with its mouth wide open. The sharp teeth seemed to be able to shine in the dark environment, and a pair of dark eyes looked straight at him.

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