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The lighter used by Wen Bing is the cheapest type commonly found in small street shops. If it is lit for a little longer, the place where the hand is pressed will become extremely hot.

Wen Bing is particularly afraid of heat and pain. When using it in the past, he always turned off the lighter as soon as it was lit, and then lit it when it was no longer hot, and so on.

And now, she seemed to have forgotten the heat and pain. After more than ten seconds, the flame of the lighter in her hand was still flickering, illuminating the dark corridor again and again.

After confirming that the deformed head was Shi Mengyu's, Wen Bing gave up, stopped forcing himself, and let go of the hand holding the lighter.

"呲-"

The fire is out.

The corridors are very quiet.

There was nothing but the sticky sound of flesh and blood falling from the bones to the ground.

No investigator asked Wen Bing why she put out the lighter, and no one urged her to light the lighter again.

Because the scene in the corridor is just too scary.

It was so terrifying that they lost control of their bodies for a short time, unable to make a sound or move.

They need darkness as their protective colour, to relieve the increasingly pronounced coolness of the heart and stiffness of the body.

After a moment of silence, the corridor was full of investigators panting violently, as if they could only prove that they were still alive if they kept breathing in and out.

However, someone died.

Died in the darkness before their eyes.

Qin Yan stood behind Long Zexu on the right, his forehead, sleeves, and trouser legs were covered with traces of viscous liquid.

When the liquid first splashed on Qin Yan's body, he just felt a little hot and fishy. It wasn't until Wen Bing lit the lighter behind him that he realized that the liquid on his body was blood, Shi Mengyu's blood .

Before the lighter was turned off, Qin Yan saw Shi Mengyu's head roll past Long Zexu's feet and hit the wall next to it, leaving a bloodstain on the wall.

"The one just now...is it really Shi Mengyu?"

In a dark corridor, Qin Yan asked a question.

Silence was the answer everyone gave him.

"Impossible, how could it be her... It's obviously changed, why does this happen..." Shi Mengyu's death had a great impact on Qin Yan. The blood on the back of his hand was all on his hair, "Half of the people will die... At least half of the people will die..."

"Qin Yan, calm down." Long Zexu remembered where Qin Yan was standing, moved to Qin Yan's side in the dark, and grabbed his arm, "Meng Yu has left, everyone is very sad, you Don’t say things that make people feel discouraged and lose fighting spirit.”

It is very difficult to organize language in fear. Long Zexu spoke word by word, and the speed of speech was slower than that of young children who just started to learn sentences.

Long Zexu looked behind him in the dark, but couldn't see anything clearly: "Are you not affected by his words?"

No one speaks.

After a few seconds, Wen Bing said: "Captain Long, Shi Mengyu's... body can only stay here?"

"Well, her death is so special that she might have been polluted. If you touch her blindly, you might be polluted by her." Long Zexu lowered his head, with an unignorable sadness in his tone, "You first Echo sound physiotherapy room, Qin Yan and I want to stay here for a while and say goodbye to her."

Wen Bing asked, "Do you need me to leave the lighter for you?"

Long Zexu: "No, Meng Yu definitely doesn't want us to see her like she is now."

After staying in the dark for a while, the impact of the pictures in the corridor on everyone finally faded a little. After the investigators of Team 10088 and Team 666 recovered, they turned and walked back.

Hearing that they were walking away, Long Zexu let go of Qin Yan's arm: "Take out your phone and help me illuminate this place."

"Not good?" Qin Yan trembled, "The corridor is so scary, I don't want to see it again."

"You don't need to look." Long Zexu's voice became a little more angry, "Just close your eyes and use your mobile phone to help me light up."

Qin Yan resignedly took out his mobile phone, closed his eyes and illuminated Long Zexu: "Captain Long, is it alright?"

Long Zexu: "Okay, just keep this action."

Soon, Qin Yan heard the sound of flesh and blood sliding on the ground, as if someone was poking them.

Qin Yan's scalp went numb, and he asked nervously, "What are you doing?"

"What I just said is a lie." Long Zexu looked down at the pieces of meat and blood on the ground, "I have known Meng Yu for so long, it is impossible for me to leave her here alone."

"Long Dui, I'm not sure about one thing." Qin Yan said, "When Meng Yu left...I felt something splashed into my eyes."

Under the extremely dim screen light, Long Zexu stopped his movements, and after a few seconds of stunned, he turned his head to look at Qin Yan's face: "It should be your illusion, there is no blood on your face, it's all on your body. I'm really worried If so, go back and take a shower and you'll be fine."

Qin Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his arms to illuminate Long Zexu.

"You'll be fine." Long Zexu looked at the bloody flesh at his feet, bent down and squatted down, "Meng Yu will bless us to be fine."

Team 10088 and Team 666 didn't stay in the corridor for a long time. When they returned to the sound therapy room, there were still [-] minutes before the second group of investigators finished their physical therapy.

Seeing the bloodstains on the four of them from afar, Zhou Yan had a bad feeling. Since they were undergoing physical therapy, it was inconvenient to talk to them, so they could only watch.

Dr. Yang noticed the strangeness of the four of them, walked over and asked, "Why are you the only four back? Where are the other two? What happened to the recuperator who ran out first?"

Seeing that he cared so much about the condition of the convalescents, the expressions on the faces of the four investigators were rather strange.In the end, it was Xu Zhe who answered his question: "The convalescent worker died, and her two... good friends want to accompany her in the corridor, say goodbye to her, and come back in a while."

"It's such a sad result." Dr. Yang lowered his head, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he looked so sad that he couldn't hold it in. "When she left, she had such a good friend by her side. Her soul will surely rest in peace."

The sound insulation effect of the earphones is very good. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for Zhou Yan to hear the voices of other investigators and Dr. Yang.

For some reason, when Zhou Yan looked at them and tried to figure out what the other investigators were saying to Dr. Yang by reading their lips, he heard the voices of each of them.

I even heard the sound of medical protective clothing rubbing back and forth when Dr. Yang shook his shoulders.

"Om-"

Before Zhou Yan could think of the reason, his train of thought was interrupted by a tinnitus.

Immediately afterwards, the white noise that was originally at a moderate volume suddenly became very loud and noisy.

Zhou Yan frowned, subconsciously raised his hand, trying to grab the earphones on his head.

Lu Chenzhao was sitting on the cushion next to Zhou Yan, he looked at the place where Zhou Yan's hand was stretched out, grabbed Zhou Yan's hand in his own first, opened his mouth and said two words slowly: "Don't be skinny. "

Zhou Yan glanced at Lu Chenzhao.

Opening his mouth and speaking slowly, he was thinking about how to let Lu Chenzhao understand that the volume in his earphones was very loud through gestures, when he found that the volume of the white noise had returned to normal, as it was tens of seconds ago.

Zhou Yan listened for a while, and realized that there was an extra sound in the white noise.

It was the same sound as his heartbeat.

At first, Zhou Yan thought that what he heard was his own heartbeat.

Until that voice gets louder and gradually overwhelms the other voices in the white noise.

Only then did Zhou Yan realize that it was not his heartbeat.

His intuition told him that it was an indescribable sound coming from a place so far away that it was impossible to measure the distance.

There, everything fell into eternal stillness and darkness.

There is no time, no life, not even the gods can live there.

"Boom bang bang-"

From a distant place, the heartbeat-like sound suddenly became a little faster.

Like a pitiful, tender cheer.

Zhou Yan's heartbeat also became faster.

In an instant, an indescribable sadness and tenderness that seemed to have spanned hundreds of thousands of years hit Last Nightmare's heart.

A tear flowed from his right eye.

It fell into Lu Chenzhao's hands.

The moment tears fell on Lu Chenzhao's hands, the "heartbeat" in Zhou Yan's ears disappeared, and the white noise in his ears also returned to normal.

Only Lu Chenzhao looked down at the tears falling on his hands and remained motionless.

"It is none of my business."

"Just treat it like water."

Zhou Yan was eager to get rid of it, forgetting that Lu Chenzhao couldn't hear him at all.

Realizing that it was useless to say more, Zhou Yan simply took his hand out of Lu Chenzhao's hand and wiped away the tears on his hand.

Before he could take his hand back, Lu Chenzhao grabbed it.

Lu Chenzhao stared at Zhou Yan's slightly wet fingertips, looked up into his eyes, and still spoke slowly: "You said it was water?"

Zhou Yan nodded coldly.

Lu Chenzhao lowered his head towards Zhou Yan's fingers.

The next second, Zhou Yan felt his fingertips being licked.

A feeling of electric shock rushed up his fingertips.

Zhou Yan moved his body and sat more upright than ever.

Lu Chenzhao glanced at Zhou Yan's waistline, straightened his waist lazily, wiped Zhou Yan's fingertips heavily with his fingers, and raised his head with a smile: "Thank you, I'm just thirsty."

Zhou Yan had just recovered from the stimulation, and didn't know how to get back, so he just replied with a cold face: "I'm sick."

Lu Chenzhao let go of Zhou Yan's hand with a smile, and sat with his side leaning against the wall, watching Zhou Yan put his right hand into his coat pocket almost carefully.

At [-]:[-], the voice therapy for the investigators of the second group ended, and Long Zexu and Qin Yan from the dare not die team also came back.

Dr. Yang told them: "The head nurse Li has something urgent to deal with, and she can't come to pick you up at the elevator door. You can take the elevator back first. As for when to show you other places in the nursing home, she will find time to inform you personally."

After finishing speaking, Doctor Yang took out a flashlight from the drawer: "It's too dark in the corridor, I'll see you off."

Doctor Yang's flashlight was average, but it was enough to illuminate the dark corridor clearly.

The faces of the investigators who had seen Shi Mengyu's death turned a little ugly, with mixed emotions in their hearts.

Dr. Yang glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces, and walked out the door first with a flashlight.

Under the light of the flashlight, the corridor on the fourth floor was clean, not even the shoe prints could be seen.

Dr. Yang said as he walked, his voice was hoarse than before, and the friction of the gravel became stronger: "Don't be afraid, the things on the ground are very useful to our nursing home, and our staff have already cleaned them up."

Dr. Yang stopped walking, the place under his feet was cleaner than any place in the corridor on the fourth floor.No one knew that the place where he was standing was once a messy pile of flesh and blood.

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I want to write more, but I'm a little late.

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ps: It was just an update on the 28th yesterday. Jinjiang smoked it. There was no prompt for the latest update and favorites on the app details page. I hope it will be better after the modification