The flashlight in Chu Ping's hand swept across it and then stopped on a door. A slightly rusty metal door number appeared in front of Chu Ping.
"310... The house number next to the honor list just now seemed to be 306. It took you so long to cover such a short distance?"
Chu Ping was a little confused, but given the current situation, he could only move forward.
"The footsteps that came from the stairs just now must have been someone coming up from there. I just ran straight to the stairs. I might be hit by that person. I should keep moving forward to see if there is anyone else.
Exit."
Chu Ping continued to move forward with a flashlight. The dark corridor was filled with the sound of walls peeling off.
When the flashlight light shines on it, the red flesh and blood behind the wall is jumping incessantly.
That kind of sound echoed in Chu Ping's mind, like countless flies buzzing in his mind, and the irritability in his heart surged inexplicably.
"So annoying!"
Chu Ping felt like there were countless ants crawling around all over his body.
The flashlight was shaking and I couldn't see the road ahead clearly.
"Why can't we reach the end yet?"
The irritability in Chu Ping's heart became even stronger.
"boom--"
Chu Ping kicked the door, and the wall surrounding the door fell faster because of this kick.
“I don’t know what will happen after these walls are removed.”
Chu Ping raised the flashlight, and the footprints he had just kicked on were clearly visible. But when he moved the flashlight to the house number of the door, Chu Ping suddenly felt that his heart had become cold.
"Why is it still 310! Am I still standing still?"
The more agitated Chu Ping's heart became, the less he could calm down.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Chu Ping glanced at the road he came from, and then looked at the road ahead of him, and he fell into deep thought.
Which path is the real one?
Chu Ping turned around and ran towards the road he came from. Not long after, his figure appeared again on the road ahead of him.
Back to the door of room 310.
Chu Ping did not believe in evil and ran towards the road ahead. Not long after, Chu Ping's figure appeared in the place where he came just now.
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On that road.
Chu Ping frowned. He couldn't believe it would be such a result, so he ran in one direction again, but the result was the same. Not long after, he ran back from the other direction.
This is an infinite loop.
Chu Ping sat paralyzed in front of the door of Room 310. Perhaps due to the "thumping" sound of the red flesh behind the wall, Chu Ping's mind was so messed up that he could not think about anything at all.
At this time, Chu Ping's eyes began to become cloudy, as if a translucent film was covering his eyes. He just wanted to sleep for a while, and then he would not care about anything as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Hey, brother, don't sleep. This is no place to sleep."
Just when Chu Ping's upper and lower eyelids were almost touching, a man's voice suddenly came from his pocket.
Chu Ping was startled by the voice, and his eyes regained some clarity.
"Lou Bin?" That voice was very familiar to Chu Ping.
Chu Ping took out Lou Bin's photo from his pocket. In the wrinkled photo, Lou Bin's dark face was pressed tightly against the photo, and his expression was a little anxious. It was obvious that it was Chu Ping's photo just now.
The situation worried him.
"Brother, I remembered and found the clock on the wall. The alienation on the third floor is due to its existence. It is different from other ghosts. Other ghosts are attracted by something in this building, and that clock is
The manager brought it back from outside."
"Clock? Brought back from outside?"
Chu Ping's mind is still a little dazed now, but the sound of the flesh and blood beating on the wall is not as annoying as before.
"Where?" Chu Ping sorted out the information in Lou Bin's words just now.
"I don't know, I just vaguely heard the manager say something like this."
Chu Ping looked at the photo in his hand suspiciously.
"Didn't you just say you had nothing to say? Why are you thinking of this again now?"
Chu Ping held the photo in front of him, and the two big faces looked at each other across the photo.
"How much do you still have to tell me?"
Lou Bin felt guilty after being asked by Chu Ping, so he took his face back from the photo.
"In fact, I do not know."
"I don't know?!" Chu Ping was very dissatisfied with this answer.
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Brother, don't be angry," Lou Bin said to comfort Chu Ping, "I have a bad memory, so some things will pop out of my head suddenly, but you asked me to think hard, but I can't remember anything."
Chu Ping was not sure whether Lou Bin was telling the truth, so he thought that when he had more time, he would let "A Tou" have a good chat about life with him.
Chu Ping's "hehe" smile made Lou Bin, who was standing in the photo, a little panicked. He always felt that the person outside the photo must be thinking about something bad.
"It's really 800 tricks."
Chu Ping ignored Lou Bin's complaints and stuffed the photo directly back into his pocket.
At this time, the walls on both sides were transformed again, and something seemed to be coming out of the red flesh.
Chu Ping held a flashlight and shined it, and the outline of a human face appeared on the wall, just like what happened on the honor roll just now.
"Another face..." The flashlight in his hand was almost unsteady.
The face gradually became clearer. It was the face of a child, but the facial features were all twisted together, making it look very strange.
Chu Ping kept backing up until he hit the door of Room 310 behind him.
The weirdness continued. The child's arm stretched out from the wall. The pale arm was surrounded by red blood threads, as if there was a force dragging it into the wall.
The five fingers are spread out, as if the child is trying to grab something.
The child's facial features were ferocious, and bloodshot eyes gushed out from the child's mouth, and then he slowly approached Chu Ping.
Chu Ping did not dare to come into contact with the bloodshot, so he pulled out the swing stick from his lower back, and then slammed it on the door lock of Room 310.
The lock fell and the door opened.
Chu Ping didn't even have time to see what was in the room, so he got right in.
"boom--"
When the door was closed, Chu Ping could still hear the dense "click-click" sound of bloodshot threads crawling onto the door.
Chu Ping breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
"I should be able to withstand it for a while."
At this time, Chu Ping remembered to check the situation in the room. He picked up the flashlight and shined it around. The moment he saw the layout of the room, Chu Ping's originally relieved heart became suspended again.
The room is covered with clocks, some are square, some are round, and some are scary, but no matter which one they look at, they all look so weird.