His eyes stayed on the doll for a moment, but Wang Jin didn't notice the aura of Death Dream.
Wang Jin carefully inspected its exposed internal structure, where there was only cotton as filler.
"There were no mechanical parts, no strings pulling, and it wasn't even contaminated, so how did it suddenly appear on the stairs?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and thought, but unfortunately he still had no clue.
"How about it?"
Li Hui came up and took a closer look at the rag doll that she cut into two pieces.
"No, this one doesn't move like the first one. It seems to be just an ordinary rag doll."
Wang Jin shook his head.
"Then what should have been put here?"
Li Hui tried to reason, and she also discovered the problem.
"That's all."
Wang Jin nodded, then turned to Xiao Hei.
"Do you have any idea?"
Wang Jin didn't have high hopes at first, but Xiao Hei actually started to make plans.
He pointed at the ground, then at himself, and then stretched out his fingers one by one until nine fingers were stretched out.
"You mean...there are nine little blacks here?"
Wang Jin's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Xiao Hei nodding crazily.
If he encounters a small black King Jin, he may happily accept it. If he meets three or four, he may be ecstatic. However, if he encounters nine of them at once, Wang Jin is a little unsure.
After all, the three-star mirror ghost already has the wisdom to speak, and can achieve the destructive power of the two-star black ghost without even possessing the human body.
Wang Jin himself doesn't even dare to think about how far Xiao Hei Sanxing, who has a high level of combat power, will reach in the future.
"It seems that this rag doll was placed by Xiao Hei."
Li Hui nodded.
"So, not only do we have to deal with the anomalies caused by the pollution of the haunted house itself, we also have to deal with a total of nine black ones who cannot die and have the ability to transform. Finally, we have to go head-to-head with the three-star black ones."
"It's simply a hell of a difficulty."
Wang Jin counted on his fingers what he had to do, and he felt increasingly unsure.
"No matter what, I'll give it a try and turn the bicycle into a motorcycle. The worst is that the wind will blow."
Gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, Wang Jin no longer thought about all this. He threw the doll on the spot and turned around to walk to the second floor.
The narrow corridor is just big enough for three people to pass side by side, and a weird oil painting hangs on the walls on both sides every few steps.
"Hey, let me take a look..."
Wang Jin looked at the paintings on the wall one after another with a flashlight.
"Um..."
The style of the first painting is the most normal. There are six children, three boys and three girls, who look to be seven or eight years old. Four of them are running carefree on the grass, with bright faces.
smile.
The other two children sat quietly on the side, watching the four running people.
The right leg of one of the little girls with somewhat tattered clothes looks abnormal. I don’t know if it’s because it wasn’t painted well or for some other reason.
Another little girl in a red dress stayed with that girl even though she seemed to want to play with other children.
"It looks like this little girl wearing rags is a disabled person?"
I don't know why, when Wang Jin saw this little girl, he thought of how Annie looked when he saw her for the first time, and then thought of his bedridden sister, and couldn't help but feel a little pity.
Sighing, Wang Jin turned his attention to the second picture.
In the picture, six slightly older children are sitting together around a cake. There are more than a dozen candles on the cake, as if they are celebrating someone's birthday.
The cake looks very small and not enough for six children to eat together.
Wang Jin looked up and saw the disabled little girl wearing a birthday hat.
Except for the girl in the red skirt, the remaining four children each held a doll, which seemed to be a gift for the disabled little girl.
But the smile on the disabled girl's face was a little stiff.
Because those rag dolls were covered in scars, some were covered with nails and needles, and some had razors inserted into them, they looked particularly visceral.
Each of the four dolls has a note with two words written on it.
"Azi."
It seems to be the name of a disabled little girl.
"It's hard to imagine that smile on a child's face."
Wang Jin looked at the expression on Ah Zi's face. It was obviously a smile, but he could not feel happiness at all. Instead, he could read pain, struggle, suppressed anger and fear in it.
The light in the painting was designed very cleverly. Under the light of the candle, only the faces of the little girl in the red dress and Azi could be seen. The faces of the other four children were hidden in the darkness, and only the corners of their grinning mouths could be seen.
"Oh, the little girl in red is also shaken."
Wang Jin checked every detail, and he found that the girl in red's hand hidden under the table was also tightly holding a rag doll, which was also scarred and eerie.
"What a poor child."
Wang Jin continued to move forward and looked at the third painting.
The third painting is very similar to the first one, it also shows children running on the grass.
It's just that there are only five people left in the painting, missing Azi.
And the girl in red can finally play happily with the other four children.
However, starting from this painting, the style of the painting became more and more distorted, such as blood-red grass and blood-red sky.
The children who should be laughing are looking frightened, but there is a blurry red shadow in the lower right corner of the picture. Because it is mixed with the color of the grass, it can only be vaguely seen as a human figure.
The children were running and waving the knives in their hands, and blood was dripping from the knives.
But no one was injured.
Wang Jin frowned, what he least wanted to see happened.
Children are sometimes very scary. Their concepts of good and evil are all based on their hearts, and their attitudes towards life and death are also very casual.
It is entirely possible for such a child to isolate and bully an innocent person for a long time, and even do things that no one wants to see.
Of course, Wang Jin still hopes that he is overthinking.
Turn your attention to the fourth painting.
I don’t know if it’s intentional design, but the fourth painting is very similar to the second one.
Five children surrounded several white candles, each extending a hand and holding a ballpoint pen together.
Under the ballpoint pen is a piece of white paper with the names of five people written on it.
Under the light of the candle, the faces of the other four children were still unclear, and only the tangled expression on the face of the girl in red could be seen.
Wang Jin knew a little about this kind of magical things, so he could tell that what these children were doing was a simplified version of one of the oldest witchcrafts in China, "Fuji", that is, Bixian.
The Pen Fairy named Pen Fairy is actually a ghost, so those who invite the Pen Fairy will suffer bad morals and suffer after death.
Of course, these children don't seem to be pen wizards recruited to relieve their boredom, because they all look embarrassed now.
Except for the girl in red, everyone was covered in scars. Some were missing their arms, some were missing their palms, and even a chubby-looking child was missing his entire leg.
The red shadow in the previous painting becomes clearer and clearer, and her deformed legs can be seen.