I opened the door, and the first thing I saw was the fluorescent lamp I had seen before. Before, I could not see the whole room at the door. But now I walked in and found that this seemed to be a very ordinary room.
It's so simple. It's already damp in the mountains, and I even smelled a musty smell. But I have to say that this smell is very comfortable. This may have something to do with me. I've liked it since I was a child.
The damp and musty smell in the old house makes me feel particularly comfortable after smelling it.
There are spider webs on the fluorescent lamp, and under the lamp, there is a square table, which is covered with dust. At first glance, it looks like no one has been there for a long time. In fact, what I am most curious about in this room is a door. Why is it there?
After you knelt down and worshiped, the door suddenly opened. To be honest, when I first saw it, I thought that someone was trying to make something mysterious. Maybe someone was standing at the door. Only when you knelt down and worshiped would someone open the door for you.
There was a lot of dust on the ground, which was no cleaner than the table. There were also a series of footprints. I looked behind the door and saw that the traces of dust were very complete. I immediately felt uncomfortable. There was no one there, which meant that I just
My guess is wrong. There really is a magical power in this room that controls the opening and closing of this door.
The power I couldn't see, this unknown feeling, was the most uncomfortable. For a moment, I felt as if there were eyes from all directions, looking at me.
From the outside, this building looks like a three-story building with a wooden attic. It is very dark. It looks like it has withstood the vicissitudes of time. Before I came to Shennongjia, I studied the strategy here and knew that
In the deep mountains, there will be such buildings, but most of them are hunters staying here, because this forest area itself was a natural hunting ground in the past.
But I really can’t tell who left this building behind, and I won’t know.
My eyes finally focused on this table and this fluorescent lamp. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a candle in it, but this is a light bulb. Where does the electricity come from?
I looked along the wires and found that the source of the electricity might be behind this house. This was a really weird place. I walked to the table and walked very carefully because I was not sure.
What would be inside, on the two floors above, I didn't even know how long I had been asleep.
I pulled out the stool and sat on it without wiping it off. Then I took out the pieces of paper, shook off the dust on them, and looked at what was written on them. The information will bring you information. There are some ghost symbols on them.
, drawing some inexplicable things that I can’t understand.
From the painting on this paper, I can only get one piece of information, that is, the person who painted this painting should be a woman, because it is very light, and although it is messy, it has a clear feeling, just like giving a man and a woman now
, each has a piece of white paper, let the two of them scribble on it, and they can clearly distinguish between men and women. This is the same principle. Men's lines and other things are always a little heavier than women's.
I threw away the first picture. On the second piece of paper, there was a painting. There was a woman on the painting. It made me shiver a little. This woman turned out to be Liu Wangnan. I have to say that the painter is very good. Her facial features and eyes are...
Everyone can clearly recognize that this is Liu Tianfeng's enigmatic daughter.
There is an inscription below: Liu Wangnan, and the month of 20xx.
My mouth suddenly became dry. The year, month and day on this painting were from a few years ago. If Liu Tianfeng hadn't lied to me when I met him in Beijing, Liu Wangnan should have gotten this doll here at this time.
On that occasion, she once lived here and drew a picture of herself here.
My Qinglong is back, and the Eight Formations of Tai Chi are also dormant in my body. I originally thought that maybe I was fearless, but I don’t know why, this picture, this very simple self-portrait, gave me a sense of
A creepy feeling.
To be honest, as a grown man, I don’t dare to live in this place, but Liu Wangnan dares, and so does that thin little girl, and she paints a self-portrait of herself in a place that looks like a haunted house.
, what the hell is this mentality?
I quickly pulled away the picture and looked at the next piece of paper. There are only three pieces of paper here. This is the last one. The words written on it are very beautiful. It should be written by Liu Wangnan.
: child, sister
Just these four words, child, sister, I immediately thought of the human skin doll that Liu Wangnan carried with him every day, and I cursed softly, "Fuck, this bitch is a lunatic, I immediately deducted this picture"
on the table. He stood up and twisted his neck.
If there is one person who can give me a scarier feeling than a ghost, it would be Liu Wangnan. Her vicissitudes that do not match her age, and her changeable character like schizophrenia, can undoubtedly give people a huge influence.
pressure.
I looked around the first floor again to confirm that there was really nothing I could use here. After looking at the stairs, I took out my gun and prepared to go up to the second floor. There were many footprints on the ground.
I can't tell which one is the jiu liang, but I feel that the jiu liang should be on top.
I lowered my body as much as possible, which not only improves stability and mobility, but also makes me more alert. The stairs are also made of wood. If I walk on them, they will make a squeaking sound, which makes me very anxious.
Because I thought too much that every step I took could be made without making any sound. I was afraid of disturbing the people upstairs.
I walked very carefully. When I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw a door on the second floor. It was a wooden door. Next to the door, there was a lock. It was an iron lock, and it was a modern lock.
This kind of lock is definitely from not too long ago. This is really a hodgepodge of a house. Damn it.
A very old looking wooden building with light bulbs and a modern lock
I walked over, picked up the lock, and checked again and again to see that it was absolutely correct. I had this lock at home when I was a child.
When I picked up the lock, I found an iron plate on the ground with typewritten words on it. It was similar to the iron plate that used to have the words "Military Family Honored" hanging on the door of my home. And this iron plate
On it, there are a few words, which are obviously from that era: No one is allowed to enter.
I have seen the words "no entry" in Japanese camps. They all express the same meaning, but this one has red painted words and a five-pointed star underneath. It is obvious that it was unique to that era. The military
s things.
I gently placed the sign on the ground and opened the door more gently. There was no musty smell on the second floor, but a very clear smell of medicine, which was very much like a hospital. I opened the door and walked in.
I found that there was no light inside, because I was afraid that there was something inside, so I rolled over naturally, and then took a gun and scanned the inside.
But no, there was nothing. It was unusually quiet inside, but from the top of the building, there were sounds, footsteps, or other things. It seemed that all the people were on the third floor now. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the flashlight.
, the layout of this room is more like an operating room.
This operating room was also covered in dust. I walked over, opened the curtain, and saw an empty hospital bed. Opposite the bed, there was an operating table with scissors and scalpels on it.
, I picked up those things that would not rust, they were still bright and sharp, and put them back gently.
Fuck, what the hell is this place? I cursed secretly, but no one was destined to answer me.
I was thinking about whether I should go up to the third floor and see if I would encounter anything when I went to the third floor. Suddenly my eyes glanced and I saw a photo in front of the water cup in a small cabinet in front of the hospital bed.
It looked like a photo. I walked over and wiped it and saw the person in the photo.
I am very familiar with this person, very familiar with her. She is a beautiful woman. I thought she was Liu Wangnan, but she is definitely not. This is a black and white photo, which should be from the same era as the house number.
This is driving me crazy. It’s okay if I don’t recognize him, but it’s so painful that I can’t recognize him even though I know him.
I sat on the hospital bed, opened the drawer on the small cabinet, and saw a cardboard with papers on it. It was an old-fashioned file folder.
I took it out and looked at it with the flashlight in my mouth. Printed on it was the word "Medical Record". The name that caught my eye was: