Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"His house doesn't seem to have an exposed lock." Ding Mu thought about it, "Is it because he doesn't have the key to the house?"

"He didn't go back to the house, and I didn't see him back at night." Qin Ying said.

"Maybe he has a special ability to go back to the house?" Ding Mu thought for a while, not sure.

Qin Ying felt that there was some truth to this statement.

The two continued to walk forward with their things.

The flashlight is not too bright, and most of the lights in the corridor are broken. At first glance, it always feels a little scary. Ding Mu grabbed Qin Ying's hand and dared not let it go. He was so scared. He always felt that he was so useless and stubborn. The following actions were not good, but Qin Ying's performance reassured him.

He didn't show any signs of annoyance, and even reached out to hold it back.

This man is so gentle, he must be a good brother.

At the end of the corridor, I finally saw a room with a locked door.

What is strange is that the doors of other houses are damaged to varying degrees, but this house is not. Its door is also wooden, but it looks very strong, and it is dark. It looks dark under the dim light, and it will Like absorbing light, the pattern on its surface is completely invisible, and it feels like a kind of mucus is pasted on it after it dries.

Ding Mu remembered that he had read a report saying that a foreign scientist had created the darkest thing in the world, which was [-]% non-reflective.

Ding Mu looked at this door now, and thought that if this door went out, there would be nothing wrong with the scientist, and the prize had to be ours.

Qin Ying poked and turned the key with the key, and the door opened.

"Squeak--" the door made a creepy friction sound.

A strong fishy smell hits the face, how disgusting is that smell?It's like turning a steak over in the summer, only to find that the back is covered in white mounds of wriggling maggots.

Ding Mu's heart tightened, but he saw that Qin Ying had already opened the door—the human bodies were neatly sorted and coded in the room.

There were bloody bits of flesh on the ground, and clumps of hair.

There are huge footprints scattered on the pile of blood, but they are only limited to the corner of the room. It looks like some kind of fierce beast. There is an iron ring with a diameter of about three centimeters on the wall in the corner of the room. The iron ring is facing the A narrow and low door, the door is tightly closed, I don't know if it is locked or not.

Not far from the footprints was a half-broken woolen bone. The bone was full of scratches and pits, resembling the marks of sharp teeth grinding.

According to this environment, Ding Mu imagined a picture almost at the moment he saw it: a beast, or a monster, was brought to this room and locked in the iron ring, so it Can only pace in that small area.The "person" who raised it fed it and stood a little farther away, where it had begun to become rough due to repeated friction.When the feeding time is up, the breeder sorts and feeds human torsos to the monsters, and the monsters bring some rewards to the breeders accordingly.

"This room is like a guardhouse."

Qin Ying's sudden sound made Ding Mu jump.

"Why do you say that?" Ding Mu turned his head and asked him, but at that moment his pupils dilated suddenly, his expression terrified - a face suddenly appeared behind Qin Ying!

Qin Ying's heart tightened, he didn't even look at it, he drew his knife and slashed behind him.

Was dodged!Ding Mu saw it in great danger, and was about to remind him, but was suddenly hugged by Qin Ying's waist and jumped violently, and the two of them rolled on the ground, avoiding a cold light - it was a flying knife, the end of which was still tied Red silk cloth.

The person who came revealed the whole face hidden in the shadows, it was the clown who was performing.

The oil paint on his face covered his facial features, making it impossible to see his real appearance, but the smile on his face was malicious.

"Since you're here, don't leave." The clown took out an iron rod from his waist. The iron rod looked like a baseball bat, thick at the front and thin at the back. With the sound of the wind, he smiled with satisfaction.

Qin Ying's face was ugly: he didn't notice this person's arrival, which showed that this person was capable. From another perspective, this person must have killed many people.

No, it's hard to say whether this thing is human.

The clown was holding the iron rod, as if the object in his hand was a roll of paper, light and easy to grasp, he smiled and knocked on the wall, until the wall peeled off and a large part was dented.

If this stick goes down, it will be cool.

The clown swung his stick in their direction without any hesitation. Qin Ying and Ding Mu were unable to unleash their fists and kicked up against the stick with a knife in their backhand.

When the two collided with each other, there was a sound of clanging metal and stone, and at that moment, the clown's iron rod was shortened.

The sharpened severed head flew straight, and sank into the pile of severed hands and feet with a "poof", splashing a piece of dark red flesh and blood.

Ding Mu's scalp felt numb.

The clown was a little surprised. He glanced at the iron rod in his hand, then at Qin Ying's knife, and smiled inexplicably.

Qin Ying took the opportunity to swing his knife to break open the small door, and pushed Ding Mu into the door together.