In the thriller game and the top group CP [unlimited]

Even knowing that the door was sealed, Li Yang still searched the room calmly.

If she really wanted to get out, a wall couldn't stop her.

But now is not the time.

The last time she and Jiang Qi followed Chen Ningning here secretly was at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

She speculated that maybe Chen Ningning would come every night to report to Luo Chen.

So she planned to wait until the night was quiet and after Chen Ningning left, she would go out for a walk.

A careful search in the room found nothing, so Li simply knelt on the ground, stuck her head under the bed and looked over.

The ground was concrete, and her calf, which was exposed outside the hem of the skirt, suddenly felt a biting cold.

Li Yang didn't stop her movements because of this, but crawled in with her whole body, and after touching something, she slowly got out from under the bed.

The bottom of the bed has not been cleaned for a long time, her face is covered with dust, and her knees rubbed against the rough ground, leaving several scratches.

Li Yang shook her hair nonchalantly, and began to inspect the spoils in her hands.

It was actually a Polaroid, and there were a few palm-sized photos.

There was a lot of dust on the Polaroid and the photo. After Li Yang wiped off the dust with her fingers, the dark red marks were exposed.

is blood……

Li Yang was about to take a closer look when she heard a slight noise behind her.

She stood up quickly, swiping the samurai sword backhand violently.

However, in the next second, her wrist was gently held, and then a gentle female voice sounded.

"What are you doing?"

It's Jiang Qi...

How did she come.

Li Yang frowned, trying to break free from Jiang Qi's hand, but was pulled into his arms by the other party.

Her back was tightly pressed against Jiang Qi's chest, and the soft touch made her feel uncomfortable.

"Don't touch me, let go."

"What's wrong with your face?" Jiang Qi turned a deaf ear to her resistance, raised his hand, and gently brushed off the dust on her face and hair with his sleeve.

Her eyes fell on Li Yang's scratched knee again.

Li Yang only felt that her feet were empty, and then Jiang Qi scooped them up and put them on the side of the bed to sit down.

She was very upset and bit Jiang Qi's wrist.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Qi didn't hide, let her bite for a while, and after she let go, he squatted down slowly, and carefully used his skills to treat the wound on her knee.

Jiang Qi's fingers were warm and gentle, and did not hurt her at all.

"It's just a little bit of skin, what's the matter?" Li Yang choked on her without knowing what to do, and her mouth was still unforgiving, "I'm not afraid of pain."

Looking at the light red tooth marks on Jiang Qi's wrist, she suddenly felt a little happy.

After Jiang Qi treated the wound, she looked up at her: "But I'm afraid you will hurt."

She smiled sincerely, the dimples around her lips were shallow, and there was a beautiful luster in her amber eyes.

"Get up as soon as you finish." Li Yang was upset by her look, her slender and fair fingers rubbed a few photos into a mess, and changed the topic, "What is the door sealed by?"

"It's nothing, just added an iron gate outside, the most common kind."

Jiang Qi smiled, stood up and sat down next to Li Yang according to her words, and pointed to the things in her hand.

"what is this?"

"Polaroid, and the photo." Li Yang realized that the photo had been crumpled by her, and hurriedly unfolded it carefully, "I found it under the bed."

"It should be left by the previous resident." Jiang Qi pondered, and looked through the photos with Li Yang.

The Polaroid is pink, and the style is a bit old, but there is no trace of wear on it.

There are also cute stickers on the fuselage. It can be seen that it is the owner's favorite thing, and it should belong to a cute girl.

After looking at the photo, both of them frowned at the same time.

"What is this? A mob?"

"I don't know, and it doesn't look like it."

There are three photos in total, all of which were taken poorly. According to the degree of hand shaking, the person who took the photo should be a Parkinson's patient.

The thing in the photo, a mass of blood and flesh, and several layers of double images, almost occupied the entire frame, leaving no gaps.

It was clearly an important clue, but they couldn't see what it was.

"What the hell, can this person take pictures?" Li Yang scratched her hair impatiently, "The camera is so close, who can see clearly. The hands are still shaking like this, be sincere."

Jiang Qi paused: "What did you just say?"

Li Yang was puzzled: "I said my hands are shaking like this..."

"The previous sentence..."

"I said the camera is so close..."

Li Yang suddenly realized something, took the photo in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, and then there was a strong chill in her eyes.

"Could it be?"

"That's right..." Jiang Qi's face was also not very good-looking, "This is a selfie, the kind of face-to-face."

With this assumption in mind, it seems that a person who is no longer human can be vaguely seen in the photo.

It was like a melted wax figure.

Or to describe it more accurately, a puddle of melted wax.

On the blurred flesh and blood, there are two eyeballs inlaid crookedly, one up and one down.

Most of the strands of long black hair were melted into the flesh and blood, and the ends of the hair hung lifelessly.

On the edge of the photo, a small piece of fair skin that is still intact can be vaguely seen, like someone's arm.

Perhaps not long ago, there was a lovely girl who confidently took over the secret mission of the jurisdiction, and was then brought into this weird room.

But what she didn't expect was that the so-called secret mission would kill her.

By the time she found out that the room was abnormal, it was already too late.

Her skin began to rot, and her flesh and bones gradually melted, turning into a sticky mass of flesh and blood.

At the last moment of her life, she picked up the Polaroid that she carried with her, exhausted all her strength, and took the last few photos of herself with trembling hands.

Then she struggled to hide the photo and Polaroid under the bed, hoping to provide a clue of survival for the people who came later.

If they followed Chen Ningning's instructions and sat in the room waiting to die, they would probably end up in the same fate as this girl.

Gotta get out of here quickly.

After Qiao Shi searched, he found no clues.

She leaned against the bed quietly for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and then she took out the bronze mirror that Ye Rou gave her from her pocket.

Qiao Shi raised the mirror and looked at it, but there was still nothing unusual.

But Ye Rou clearly said that this mirror is useful in the guest house.

Is she using it the wrong way, or is it not the right time to use it?

Qiao Shi lowered his head and pondered for a while, then took the mirror and walked to a well-lit place in front of the window, and studied in the mirror again.

Nothing.

She was a little disappointed, she turned her hand, and the mirror turned over in her hand.

Then her eyes suddenly lit up.

At a certain angle just now, she seemed to see a smear of blood appearing in the mirror.

Where is it?

Qiao Shi took the mirror and walked around the room.

Her eyes kept looking straight at the mirror, and at a certain position, her footsteps stopped.

Qiao Shi turned around, and behind him was a clean white wall.

She turned back to the mirror.

The white wall in the mirror was covered with distorted bloody runes.

Those runes are not chaotic, but arranged in a certain order, like some kind of magic formation.

In the very center of the rune, there are two solitary small red characters.

Qiao Shi took the mirror and approached slowly. After seeing the content of the words clearly, her eyes darkened.

Those two characters are Zhu Ling's name, and the font is exactly the same as those distorted runes, blending in perfectly, if you don't distinguish carefully, you won't notice it at all.

She leaned closer to the wall and carefully observed the two words.

The color of the handwriting is slightly different from the rune, it is darker red, and the edges are not smudged very much, as if it was written by some kind of viscous liquid.

It was blood, and most likely it was Zhu Ling's own blood.

Qiao Shi immediately figured out a lot of joints.

For example, why must blood be drawn when entering the jurisdiction.

For example, why is the material management in the jurisdiction so random.

For example, why do you need to check into the guest house room according to the serial number.

This is not a precinct for saving the suffering, but a trap with its bloody mouth open.

They screened out people whose blood met certain conditions, and then went through layers of selection to select people with excellent overall qualities and send them to this weird guest house.

And in this building

, has already laid out a magical formation for everyone who came, and just waited for the time to devour them.

Based on the previous conversation between Luo Chen and Chen Ningning, it is not difficult to guess that these people were sacrificed to Luo Chen, the master of the jurisdiction.

None of the managers care about supplies, because in their eyes, the people who come to the jurisdiction are the real supplies.

Everything is a well-designed bureau, just waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

You have to tell Zhu Ling quickly.

Qiao Shi glanced at the gradually darkening sky, and black smoke gradually lingered around his fingertips.

At this time, the wall in front of her suddenly moved.

On the pure white wall, there are large clusters of flesh pink blooming.

What is this color, mucous membrane?

Qiao Shi's thoughts moved slightly, and the black umbrella in his hand suddenly pierced through the wall in front of him.

The wall shrank back as if it was in pain, and a few glaring streaks of blood flowed down.

Sure enough, it was soft.

Qiao Shi's eyes turned cold, and he took a few steps back.

Ren Lan was right, this building is a man-eating monster, and every room is a stomach of it.

She was on the fifth floor, the closest to Luo Chen, so she became the first victim.

The wall twitched violently, and a strange smell gradually filled the air.

Qiao Shi felt a burning tingling sensation all over her body, she thought of Ren Lan's words.

"When the stomach acid is secreted at a certain time, the food in it will be digested naturally."

Get out of here first.

The black umbrella was unfolded in his hands, and the blades on the umbrella surface were extremely cold.

At this time, the ground has completely turned into flesh pink, and something is surging unbearably below.

In the next second, countless bloody arms emerged from the ground and stretched out to Qiao Shi's slender ankles.

Qiao Shi's eyes turned cold, and the blade flew out, chopping several arms close to him into pieces.

Those arms were all similar in shape, also flesh pink, with pieces of flesh and bones inlaid on them.

From a visual point of view, it is like crushing a whole person and then kneading it into the shape of an arm again.

The severed arm squirmed on the ground, and soon merged into the ground again.

It's really...sustainable.

She turned her wrist, and the brilliance of the umbrella surface flowed. She was about to teach this lifeless monster a lesson, but she saw a faint blue light at the door.

Immediately there was a "boom", the heat wave rolled, and the blue flames swept in crazily, burning a huge gap in the wall.

The edge of the gap was scorched black and stiff, twisting feebly, unable to recover.

Zhu Ling walked out of the flames, grabbed Qiao Shi's wrist and led her out of the room.

She looked at Qiao Shi carefully: "You're not injured, are you?"

"No..." Qiao Shi smiled, "Didn't you agree that I would go find you?"

Zhu Ling pursed her lips lightly: "I can't wait."

The author has something to say: Zhu Ling: My girlfriend is too strong, but I still want to be a hero to save the beauty

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