Weird Regulator

On the tenth floor, in the dark corridor, only one of the fifteen doors opens.

Blood-red footprints spread out from there, stained with dust and paved a road leading to death.

Fang Shenyan and Clyde, one on the left and one on the right, listened carefully to the footsteps and gradually moved closer.

Panting and heartbeat came from there.

A living person seemed to be waiting for their rescue behind the door.

Clyde's palms began to sweat involuntarily. He felt it was difficult to breathe, so he subconsciously took a deep breath.

For some reason, when he was walking here, he always felt like something strange was happening to him.

According to common sense, he has experienced similar situations countless times, so how could he be so nervous.

Fang Shenyan also sensed his abnormality, stopped and asked:

What’s wrong with you?

Clyde could clearly hear the beating of his heart. He raised his head with a pale face and whispered:

I feel like something is wrong. I feel like I'm getting weak.

weak……

Fang Shenyan squeezed the back of his hand. He kept pace with her, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

He looked carefully at Clyde's face and found that his cheeks were covered in sweat and his steps were shaky, showing signs of serious illness.

This is not like being attacked by evil spirits, but rather the after-effects of using sinful objects.

But Clyde never used a sinful object from beginning to end, so how could this happen?

Fang Shenyan frowned and looked across the darkness at room 1015, which was the last room on the tenth floor.

If you can't do it, just pull out and I'll do it myself.

He pushed Clyde. The evil spirit had the power of clones, so there was no such thing as scapegoat.

If Clyde remains in this state, there is little value in staying here.

He didn't use much force, but Clyde was pushed and staggered, leaning against the wall.

Clyde pursed his lips and was about to say something, but suddenly there was a different kind of strange noise coming from the corridor.

Wow...

It's the sound of water!

Fang Shenyan rushed out instantly and ran directly to 1015 without hesitation.

Clyde, on the other hand, held on to the wall and took only one step, but his legs felt extremely heavy and he fell completely behind.

1015 opens the door.

Fang Shenyan stepped on the dried bloody footprints, walked in from the front door and went straight to the bathroom.

The situation at the bathroom door was even more messy, with not only a large amount of blood stains mixed with some water stains.

Upon seeing this, he suddenly pushed open the glass door of the bathroom, and what he saw was a familiar face.

Huangfu Jiajia was really lying in the bathtub.

Blood covered her body, leaving only a pair of bare feet resting on the edge of the basin.

A face pale from excessive blood loss floated above the water, and her loosely closed eyelids represented that her death was a foregone conclusion.

Naked girl, spilled blood, pure white bathtub.

Huangfu Jiajia, has really become a substitute for evil spirits?

On the surface, this seems certain.

But Fang Shenyan had doubts when observing the scene because he heard the sound of water.

Judging from the characteristics of the corpse, Huangfu Jiajia's death time was definitely more than an hour.

The skin soaked in blood was already a little swollen and too pale.

However, if she had been dead for a long time, how could she still cause splashes?

Fang Shenyan looked at the overflowing water stains on the bathroom floor and felt that the time was not right.

Thinking of this, he believed that there was definitely something wrong with Huangfu Jiajia's death.

So he put his hand into the bathtub, preparing to remove the blood and conduct a further autopsy.

The drain plug at the bottom of the bathtub was caught on his fingertips. He gently pulled it, and the blood began to drop.

This process was neither fast nor slow. The blood receded and the body was gradually exposed.

When the blood level dropped by about one-third, Fang Shenyan suddenly saw a blooming flower tattoo on Huangfu Jiajia's chest.

At first glance, this is indeed a red flower, but at the second glance, it is actually the result of some scattered wounds concentrated in one place.

Fang Shenyan hadn't yet seen the specific shape of these wounds, but felt a coldness on her wrist.

A cold hand grabbed his right wrist, and he suddenly turned around and saw a familiar woman.

The woman's face was full of panic and urgency, and she screamed:

Don't look!

This woman is Huangfu Jiajia.

Another Huangfu Jiajia.

…

Manager Fang? Why are you so stunned? Are you leaving?

A voice echoed in my mind from far to near, as if it had gone from illusion to reality.

Clyde looked at the man in front of him and took half a step back with suspicion and vigilance.

Fang Shenyan seemed to have experienced an hallucination. He was stunned for half a second before he came back to his senses.

The scene in front of me was the entrance to the corridor on the tenth floor. On the dusty ground, there was only a series of bloody footprints from 1015.

He turned to look at Clyde again, and found that there was no sweating or weakness on the other person's face, so he couldn't help but ask:

Don't you think there's anything unusual about you?

Clyde looked at him with an even more strange look, frowned and asked:

Don't you think you are the most abnormal one?

Fang Shenyan lowered his head silently and stared at the footprints on the ground. He still remembered what he had experienced before.

A few minutes ago, he and Clyde walked into the tenth floor. Then Clyde felt deeply uncomfortable and he entered 1015 alone.

There he saw the dead Huangfu Jiajia in the bathtub, and the scars that looked like blooming flowers.

Also, he immediately saw a living Huangfu Jiajia and warned him.

Don't look...

Don't look at anything...

that flower?

Fang Shenyan frowned as he recalled everything, and he realized that he seemed to have walked into a trap.

What happened just now is definitely not like an illusion, but should be called a cycle.

The flowers on the corpse's chest may be the trigger to start the cycle, and now Fang Shenyan has entered the cycle.

Clyde, who had not seen the flowers, was not affected by this. He did not remember everything and just cycled.

All of this can be established, but how to explain the second living Huangfu Jiajia?

Fang Shenyan looked at the corridor in front of him. He knew that he was not far from death, but he still had to walk this road again.

The living Huangfu Jiajia must know something, he must figure it all out.

Entering the tenth floor for the second time, everything seemed like it had never happened.

Fang Shenyan carefully observed the footprints this time, and the two long lines of his and Clyde's footprints were truly imprinted in the corridor.

This further proves that he is experiencing a cycle and not a hallucination.

What needs to be determined now is whether this is a cycle of time or space.

The same thing happened again.

Clyde's breathing became heavier and heavier, his steps showed signs of being messy, and he gradually began to fall behind.

Fang Shenyan was always paying attention to everything, but this time he did not take the initiative to ask questions. He wanted to see how this cycle would be handled if some things were changed.

Fang... Manager Fang, please wait...

Obviously, the second time was very different from the first.

Before Fang Shenyan could turn around, Clyde took the initiative to grab his wrist.

I don't think something is right, can you help me see what's wrong?

Fang Shenyan stared at his weak look and made another change:

You're okay, follow me.

This time, he decided to take Clyde into the bathroom with him in an attempt to stir up changes.

However, just after he finished speaking, Clyde suddenly raised his buried head and said in a mysterious tone:

I'm not in the loop, why should I follow you?

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Shenyan's expression changed drastically, and a terrifying white-faced ghost mask instantly covered his face.

But then, he didn't see himself in ghost form through the mask, only a naked girl in front of him.

The masked head was easily picked off like a melon from a vine.