Chapter 781 Distortion, Deformity, Sin
Han Fei didn't want to be too far away from the first floor, but every time he was about to enter the corridor, the old man would stop him.
Those seemingly safe corridors seem to contain extremely strong murderous intent, and it seems that anyone who enters will be killed.
The great evil in the ghost pattern also kept warning Han Fei that there seemed to be no safe place in the whole building.
"We can't go any higher, those messengers are coming back soon."
Han Fei vaguely heard footsteps coming from downstairs. At this time, he and the old man had reached the fourth floor.
Looking towards the inside of the floor, we can see the crowded houses, various small shops from decades ago, dental clinics, pharmacies, small gambling houses without signs, etc.
The bottom floor of this skyscraper completely corresponds to the bottom floor of the city, or it can be described as the bottom floor of the era.
Walking here feels like you have arrived in the old city of Xinhu decades ago. It is dilapidated, dirty, crowded, and the public security is extremely poor.
"We don't have time, so just hide on this floor."
"The number four is not very auspicious. Many buildings do not have the fourth floor." The old man shook his head, goosebumps appeared on his neck, and his body became colder: "Let's go up again."
The stench in the air became stronger, as if it was a mixture of mud and meat.
Under the leadership of the old man, Han Fei came to the fifth floor. The corridors on this floor were hung with white flags, and the walls were covered with a large number of white cloths, filled with accusations of blood and tears.
The general idea seems to be related to the sixth floor. The people on that floor have caused the residents on the lower floors to be unable to live normally. Many families have been broken up, children have become orphans, and even babies have been abandoned.
The passage between the fifth and sixth floors is blocked by a large amount of debris, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a small path in the debris pile that can barely allow people to pass.
When Han Fei and the old man were hesitating whether to hide on the fifth floor, a door suddenly opened on the fifth floor.
Even though the old metal door was pushed open carefully, it still made a sound. After a moment, a fair-skinned man quietly walked out of the house.
He seemed to be worried about waking up the family members in the room and the surrounding neighbors, so he moved very lightly.
"Are these the residents in the building? They don't seem to have anything special, just like normal people?" Han Fei originally thought that the building was completely occupied by monsters, but the specific situation was different from what he imagined. The fair-skinned man was
An ordinary person with desire and greed in his eyes.
The old man and Han Fei hid quietly aside, observing in secret.
After the fair-skinned man slipped out of the room, he carefully climbed on top of the pile of debris. Like a bee attracted by the stamens of a flower, he moved away the rubbish blocking the way and secretly ran from the fifth floor to the sixth floor along a path.
"This guy is as uneasy as a fly after seeing carrion."
The old man motioned to Han Fei not to mind his own business and to find a place to hide first, but Han Fei stared at the direction in which the fair-skinned man left and said softly: "Let's go there too."
"What do you want to do again?"
"He looks very weak. Maybe we can kidnap him and hide in his house first, or put on his clothes and face, and then move around the building as him. This will be safer." Han Fei said casually.
He planned his own plan, and his flexible thinking and changeable handling methods shocked the old man. This young man seemed to be a habitual offender at first glance.
Following the fair-skinned man, Han Fei and the old man also followed the gap in the debris pile to the sixth floor.
Not only did the peculiar smell in the air not dissipate, but it became more pungent, as if the smell of food, rottenness, and rouge and gouache were mixed together, making it disgusting.
The lighting on the sixth floor is very dim, not the normal white and yellow, but a very ambiguous dark red.
"This floor looks much livelier than the other floors." Han Fei squatted half-crouched and stuck his head out of the corner.
The fair-skinned man's mental state was somewhat abnormal. His hands touched each door, as if he was observing the marks on the door panels.
When passing by a dark room with no lights on, he suddenly stopped, then took something out of his pocket and stuffed it through the crack in the door.
A few seconds later, the dilapidated door was opened, and a snow-white arm stretched out from the house, hooked the fair-skinned man's neck, and brought him into the house.
"Have you seen it?" The old man pointed nervously at the place where the man disappeared: "There was a big insect living in that room, and what just stretched out seemed to be its forelimbs."
Hearing the old man's words, Han Fei frowned slightly. What he and the old man saw seemed to be different. What the old man saw seemed to be the true appearance of the monster.
"Uncle, we have a life-and-death relationship, and we have a life-long friendship. I don't know what to call you yet."
"No comment." The old man was frightened by Han Fei. He always felt that Han Fei was full of evil, and he did not dare to tell Han Fei his details.
"I'm really not a bad person. You can trust me." Han Fei knew that it was useless no matter how much he said, so he didn't force anything.
An old man and a young man entered the corridor on the sixth floor, and they stopped at the door of the room where the fair-skinned man disappeared.
After the man entered the originally dark room, a dark red light lit up at the door, and the smell in the air became much stronger.
"This floor is very much like a place where I lived when I was a child. It's just as messy, just as dirty, and just as disgusting." The old man glanced deeper into the corridor.
The doors to some rooms were left open, and they were filled with mold and used as a place for garbage.
Some rooms have been transformed into corridors. Opening a door in the room may lead to another place.
"It stinks." Han Fei stared at the crack in the door. Soon after the fair-skinned man entered, some water stains seeped out from under the door, mixed with dark red blood spots.
"How about hiding here? I see there are a lot of empty rooms on this floor." Han Fei walked a few more steps inside. There were a lot of shoe prints and mud on the ground, and filth could be seen everywhere on the walls. At the intersection of three long corridors
In the place where there is a sign, there is a rotten wooden sign, on which someone has written two words in paint - Red Alley.
There were torn underwear, torn hair, and some smelly pieces of meat thrown around the sign.
Han Fei didn't want to go in at first, but the old-fashioned elevator next to a certain corridor made a sound at this time, and it seemed like someone was taking the elevator from other floors.
"Hide!"
The two of them hid in an empty room next to them before the elevator door opened. They squatted behind the garbage pile and carefully observed the outside.
The old elevator that kept creaking slowly came to a stop. The rusty push-pull elevator door was violently opened, and a burly man wearing a pig face mask and chef's clothes walked out, dragging a huge black hand with his left hand.
Suitcase, holding a large red exquisite lunch box in the right hand.
"Oh shit, it's so hot!" The man's chef's uniform was stained with yellowish-brown marks, his voice was extremely rude, his arms were deformed, and his left hand was obviously thicker than his right hand.
The cursing man dragged his suitcase into the red alley. He did not stop outside the door of the lighted room, kicked away all kinds of debris on the ground, and walked directly to the next corner of the corridor.
Then there was the sound of the door being opened, followed by a woman's scream.
The other party's mouth seemed to have been covered with force, and the screams gradually became smaller, but could still be vaguely heard.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the E-level mission - the Sheep Cooking Case."
"The Case of Cooking Sheep (Hidden Map E-Level Mission): The devil always has horns. It is the devil who is tempting me. None of this is my fault. Please forgive me."
"Attention! The experience gained after completing all tasks in the hidden map is doubled! Unique reward items for the hidden map will be randomly triggered!"
Han Fei triggered the first mission after entering the skyscraper. He took out the Death Butcher Knife from the inventory.
"Domestic violence? Or something else?"
The two quietly walked out of their hiding place and followed him.
The corner of the corridor is connected to another long corridor, and the interior of this floor is like a maze, intricate and intricate.
"Is this the room?" Han Fei grabbed the door handle and opened the door little by little.
There were two wooden beds in the small room. The beds were covered with dirty and smelly bedding, and moldy clothes were thrown on the floor.
There was a half-eaten bowl of rice on the wooden table. The chopsticks fell to the floor, and there was a trampled lady's sandal next to it.
"Where are the people?"
Han Fei rushed over as quickly as possible, but the crying still disappeared.
"There should be other ways in this room."
As soon as this idea came to his mind, Han Fei heard the bathroom door open and a woman wearing only an oversized shirt walked out.
She was lighting a cigarette in her hand. She must be in her thirties, her hair was permed to a light yellow color, there were cuts at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were numb with a hint of disgust towards everything.
When the woman saw Han Fei in the room, she frowned. She turned her head and glanced at the unlocked door, and walked over quickly: "You didn't know how to close the door when you came in?"
She closed the shabby security door, turned on the dark red light above the door, and then lay back on the smelly and tattered bedding: "Two people are worth two people, and the old man is no exception."
"There should be a girl besides you in this room. Where is she?" Han Fei looked at the woman. The middle-aged woman was wearing two intact shoes, but there was another shoe thrown beside the table. Combined with the fact that there were two girls in the room,
Zhang Wooden Bed, it should be another girl who was hurt by the chef just now.
"So she's a regular customer of Xiaozhu? She has something to do and went to another floor."
"I saw with my own eyes that a chef walked in just now." Han Fei's voice became cold and scary, with murderous intent in his tone: "Where did he take that girl?"
"Why are you asking me after you saw it?" The woman put out her cigarette and unbuttoned her shirt: "I know you don't dare to go to the chef, so come on, give me all the anger, inferiority and hatred in your heart.
"
Han Fei ignored the woman and pushed open the bathroom door. There were all kinds of garbage piled inside, and the stench was overwhelming.
Then he opened the kitchen door, and the room behind the door was transformed into a passage, leading to another long corridor.
Dark red lanterns hung above the door, and blind vendors huddled in the corners, selling all kinds of weird things.
Continuing to walk forward, you can see a small restaurant renovated by residents in the distance. Its signature is a variety of meats.
The aroma that tantalizes the taste buds comes from the back kitchen, and mixes with the stench in the aisle, turning into a strange smell, neither smelly nor fragrant, just disgusting.
"Don't go looking for death by yourself!" Seeing Han Fei preparing to go over, the middle-aged woman hurriedly chased after him. She grabbed Han Fei and closed the kitchen door: "Which floor did you come from? Do you know?
Do you know where this place is?"
"If we delay for a while longer, the girl might not be able to be saved." Han Fei gently pushed the middle-aged woman away. He asked the old man to stay in the room, and walked through the aisle filled with various sundries and stopped at that shop.
The entrance of the small hotel.
The wooden signboard looks very old, the menu is yellowed, and various items in the restaurant have been "battered".
"Is there anyone there?" Han Fei stared at the chef. After he spoke, there was a strange noise in the restaurant.
Ten seconds later, a thick and honest-looking man walked out of the kitchen. He was wearing a brand-new chef's uniform with a dull and simple smile on his face: "Sorry, I have finished buying the meat I prepared earlier. But I still have some food here.
There is a food delivery service, just tell me the address and I will deliver it to you."
"Then I'll wait here." Han Fei always felt that he had seen this man's face somewhere. After thinking hard for a long time, his pupils suddenly narrowed slightly.
In order to investigate Fu Sheng's past and understand what kind of person he was, Han Fei read through the cases in Xinhu in the past fifty years piecemeal.
Decades ago in the old town of Xinhu, there was a vicious case of murdering a woman who returned home late. The murderer disappeared mysteriously after being identified by the police. At that time, many people suspected that he committed suicide out of fear of crime. The photo attached to the case
This is the man in front of Han Fei.
"Sheep cooking case? Why is there a case from fifty years ago in the building?"
Han Fei stood there, looking at the aisles around him, and a crazy guess came to his mind.
"The Unspeakables in the Black Rain area have existed for a very long time. They are contemporaries with Fu Sheng. They have experienced many things, and they are even the masterminds behind some things..."
Hundreds of murders, large and small, and the ultimate distortion of human nature in the past fifty years may all be contained in this building.
All the innocent people were imprisoned, and all the resentment gathered. Just thinking about Han Fei made his scalp numb.
This chapter has been completed!