Weird Regulator

The sound disappeared without a trace in one breath.

Fang Shenyan looked up and could only see the strangely hanging staircase, and further down there was only boundless darkness.

Little Qianduye's figure can no longer be seen in the darkness that is not far away but far away.

An ominous feeling emerged from his heart, and as time passed, it still did not dissipate.

Wearing a face and having visual penetration is meaningless.

The third floor is obviously a place shrouded in unique supernatural power.

Fang Shenyan slowly lowered his head and couldn't help but wonder if his guess about the way out was wrong.

At this moment, a thick rope poked out from the darkness above.

Along the way, it was handed to Fang Shenyan.

Fang, come up quickly!

That was the voice of little Qianduye, and Fang Shenyan was very familiar with it.

The sound is clear and melodious, with a strange tone of a foreign country, but it is special enough.

Fang Shenyan narrowed his eyes and did not reply. He just gently grabbed the rope leading to the third floor with his hand.

It shakes moment by moment, sometimes violently, sometimes lightly.

The rope swings wildly in the air, as if someone is working very hard to climb up.

But in fact, Fang Shenyan was still where he was, shaking the rope expressionlessly.

He had doubts about the sudden disappearance of little Qianduye, and no one knew what the situation on the third floor was like.

To be cautious, Fang Shenyan did not really climb up, but used illusions to test.

As time went by, Fang Shenyan discovered that there was no abnormality in the small Qiandu leaves above, which relieved some of his worries.

Because, with Xiao Qianduye's strength, he would never be able to pull him up by himself. He would definitely have to tie the noose somewhere and let Fang Shenyan climb up by himself.

Therefore, unless it takes a long time and Xiao Qianduye is not seen, he will never ask.

The current situation seems to mean that the person throwing the rope upstairs is indeed Xiao Qianduye.

About ten minutes passed, and the voice of Little Chidaba was heard again from above.

Where have you been? Why can't I see you?

There was a hint of worry and confusion in his voice, and this tone made Fang Shenyan secretly relieved.

Little Qianduha, who cannot see the situation downstairs, would normally be worried about the unexpected changes. This is the emotional expression that a store clerk should have.

Thinking of this, Fang Shenyan didn't waste any more time. He stretched his right hand upward and grasped the highest limit of the control range first.

Forcibly using the power of the human leather gloves, he instantly pulled himself to a height of seven or eight meters.

Then he put his feet against the surface of the inverted steps, climbed up with both hands, and reached the unfamiliar third floor step by step.

The first feeling you get when you get here is cold.

There seemed to be windows that were not closed, and the dimly lit corridor was empty.

The third floor is not laid out like the first and second floors. There are not many rooms here, it is basically just an open hall.

However, due to the lack of light, he could not see the whole picture clearly. He only knew that such an environment might be bad when a ghost attacked.

The human face seems to be unable to play any role here.

Because of the visual penetration effect, neither the barriers between walls nor the darkness can be penetrated.

Fang, why did you bring me to the third floor?

After observing for a while, Fang Shenyan noticed that little Qianduye was standing behind him.

At this time, this woman looked a little embarrassed, her hair was disheveled, and she had a unique smell.

This smell comes from the environment on the third floor.

Fang Shenyan looked at her carefully and didn't see anything special. He was just a little concerned about the smell.

This is the smell of formalin.

This was something Fang Shenyan would never forget. He took away the gaze from Little Qianduye and walked ahead.

One question is, where are the ghosts?

After setting up the barrier in the library, the ghost never showed up.

You must know that Fang Shenyan and Xiao Qianduye stayed at the lower level for a full hour.

It stands to reason that the ghost should have attacked a long time ago, but why didn't it come...

The way out is on the third floor was actually just Fang Shenyan's guess.

Even though he was walking on the third floor now, he couldn't find the door to escape.

Because the ghost never appears, there is no way to die, so how can the way to life appear?

Today's matter is still unresolved. Fang Shenyan estimated the time. By this time, Ji Li's side should have completed the third dumping of corpses.

Then he must leave here quickly and find the fourth handbag.

That's it, after wandering around the third floor for a while, there was still no clue.

Finally, Fang Shenyan decided to find the source of formalin.

Since you can't find a way to survive, look for a way to die!

Sometimes, losing most of your vision doesn't make your other five senses any sharper.

On the contrary, when you become blind, you are likely to become mostly deaf.

In the darkness, although Fang Shenyan could roughly smell the location of the formalin, he still couldn't figure out the main location.

Fang, why did you come here?

On the quiet third floor, Fang Shenyan touched the darkness and squinted his eyes, concentrating on feeling the smell in the air.

Little Qianduye seemed to be unable to suppress her curiosity and followed behind him and asked softly.

Fang Shenyan didn't want to pay attention to her at all. In fact, he was very tired of this Japanese woman.

But because she had risked her life to save herself once in Kyoto, she was no longer prone to murder.

He didn't want to get entangled, but it always backfired, as if there were hands that always held him and this woman in the same place.

Seeing that Fang Shenyan didn't answer, Xiao Qianduye didn't say anything more and continued to follow behind somewhat discouraged.

There definitely shouldn't be anything like formalin in this place, so it only means that formalin is related to ghosts.

Fang Shenyan's idea was very simple, to lure the ghosts into action as a way to deal with the situation.

Otherwise, you will always be stuck here.

Gradually, the walking range began to expand, and Fang Shenyan discovered that the pungent smell was stronger in the northwest.

And there seemed to be some weird sounds coming out, like... the sound of water boiling.

Fang Shenyan frowned more and more. Ever since he came to the third floor, he always felt that something was wrong, but he could never find it.

Therefore, his only target was the source of formalin.

Until, he walked dozens of steps along this road, and three small rooms appeared in front of him.

They were like small bathrooms in a building, standing side by side. The simple doors were closed tightly, as if they could be kicked open.

But why did the bathroom appear in the hall? This was obviously placed here deliberately by the ghost.

Since it was intentional, then these three small rooms should correspond to something...

Generally speaking, the bathroom is of course filled with people.

But there are only two of us here...

Fang Shenyan's mind began to work, and he became increasingly confused about the ghost's intentions.

There were only two of them in three rooms. This sense of lack puzzled him.

Until...he suddenly thought of Gao Hongqian.

Originally, there were indeed three people in this library, but Gao Hongqian escaped in advance because of Lan Yu's early warning!

If that's the case, then my final outcome should be to be imprisoned?

So if I destroy one, does it count as avoiding a dead end?

After Fang Shenyan thought for a moment, he suddenly took out the knife from his arms and opened a wooden door casually.

However, the scene before him was completely beyond his expectation.

The wooden door was open, and there was no toilet or floor drain inside.

It is a completely sealed glass cylinder that is as tall as a person!

Inside, at 100% ratio, the entire cylinder was completely filled with an unknown colorless liquid, with no gaps at all.

That liquid is obviously formalin!

In this cylinder filled with formalin, he saw a woman, a beautiful woman.

Her long black hair was floating in the formalin, and her clothes had gone nowhere.

She was not dead yet, there were still a few bubbles flying from her nostrils, but she was obviously unconscious.

Because that body, as pure as mutton-fat jade, was sealed in a fish tank like a mermaid.

It can only come and go.

The face was pale and swollen, and it hit the glass with a muffled sound.

Let Fang Shenyan see clearly that this dying mermaid is called Little Qianduye.