The sloppy man raised the ice pick high, as if he wanted to kill the young priest in front of him.
Kong Sang quickly stepped forward to stop him.
When he grabbed the sloppy man's wrist, he felt a disgusting sticky feeling that made Kong Sang's eyes twitch.
He is slightly mysophobic.
What's more, a man's wrist...
He couldn't help but look at the other person, that's... how long has it been since you took a shower?
The young priest cried so hard that he almost died. He sat slumped in front of the statue of Jehovah and looked at the sloppy man in horror.
"Why, are you going to stand up for this guy?!" The sloppy man's eyes were vicious.
Kong Sang shook his head:
"After all, this is a society governed by law. People who kill people if they disagree with each other should be stopped."
The sloppy man sneered and broke away from Kong Sang's hand, smiling coldly.
"I see, you two boys just came in from outside."
"Congratulations, you have arrived in hell!"
"snort!"
The sloppy man didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, so he turned around and left.
He gave Zhao Yuecheng a vicious look and then directly entered the room with the house number Ling San.
"Bang!"
The wooden door was slammed shut.
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
The young priest stood up and bowed repeatedly:
"I'm... causing you trouble."
Kong Sang couldn't help but take a look.
This seems... to be a young man with a somewhat weak temperament. He should be about the same age as himself?
Then, Kong Sang looked at his hands stained with mucus and black ash, showing an expression that was hard to explain.
"You can wash your hands here."
The young priest opened the bathroom.
In other words...it's the separated part of this room.
If you look closely, the house looks old.
But the young priest should be a person who pays more attention to life hygiene.
The bed, floor, and bathroom were all kept spotless.
After washing away the stains on his hands, the young priest took out edible alcohol and sprayed it twice on Kong Sang.
Kong Sang smiled hoarsely: "Thank you."
The young priest waved his hand:
"The guest in Room 03 doesn't like to take a shower and is very sloppy."
"This is also for disinfection."
At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening in Zero Two's room next door.
A middle-aged woman with curly hair and wearing rather tacky short-sleeve clothes walked out.
The woman is a little fat and her skin quality is not very good.
Although I used cosmetics, I felt that the powder was very smeared, which caused the makeup to fade and my face also looked a little oily.
"That lunatic is doing it again!"
The curly-haired woman holds a bowl of duck blood in her hand and eats it with gusto.
The young priest bowed slightly and forced out a smile: "Hello, aunt."
The curly-haired woman covered her mouth with an exaggerated hand and laughed:
"You kid."
"I told you not to call me auntie."
"Don't be so outspoken."
"Hmm...are these two new here?"
Seeing this, Kong Sang couldn't help but said:
"How many...live here?"
The curly-haired woman smiled and said, "Of course."
“I’ve lived here for many years and I can’t even remember it.”
Kong Sang couldn't help but turn around and look, only to see that the place where they had just entered was already dark.
The exit is missing!
"Stop looking."
The curly-haired woman shook her head:
"I know what you want to ask."
"Once you get in here, don't even think about getting out."
"No one knows what kind of ghost place this is."
"But...that lunatic in Room Zero 3 was right about one thing."
"This place is indeed hell."
With that said, the curly-haired woman took another mouthful of duck blood.
I don’t know if it’s because of the workmanship of the duck blood or because it’s not cooked properly. When the curly-haired woman spoke, it overflowed from between her teeth. It was like fresh blood, which made people shiver.
The curly-haired woman returned to her room.
Kong Sang looked at the young priest in confusion.
The latter smiled bitterly:
"Yes."
"As long as you come in here, you can't get out."
"Moreover... we have also communicated before that the environment where everyone comes in is different."
"Even...even the year is different."
"I mean, we don't seem to be from the same era."
"For example, I came in in 1995."
Kong Sang couldn't help but be surprised.
1995?
Almost thirty years?
But the priest in front of me was in his early twenties.
The young priest seemed to have guessed what Kong Sang wanted to ask, and couldn't help but said: "I was walking through a long corridor when I was worshiping in the church and suddenly came here."
"From then on, time seemed to have stood still."
"I don't know what year it is now."
"It's just...it must have been a long time."
"So you know why that man just called this place hell."
"Let's go, I'll show you around here."
The young priest took the two of them out of his room No. 01.
Through the young priest's simple explanation, Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng also learned some information.
For example, in this long and narrow corridor, although there are many rooms, only five of them are occupied so far.
Room 01 is the young priest.
Room No. 2 is the curly-haired woman who just drank duck blood.
In Room 03, there is a sloppy man holding an ice pick.
There is an old lady living in Room 04.
Moreover, among the four, the one who has been here the shortest time is the sloppy man in Room 03. He came in in 2021.
The earliest one was the old lady in Room 04, who had entered here in 1975.
As for the remaining rooms, the young priest said that they are currently unoccupied.
Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng can choose at will.
As for the end of the corridor, there is a public bathroom.
The decoration of the bathroom is also very old and shabby.
"Our daily necessities and food ingredients are also obtained from this cafeteria." The young priest explained.
Kong Sang couldn't help but said:
"Since you can't tell me."
"Then who helped you replenish the things here?"
The young priest shook his head.
"have no idea."
"Anyway, after a while, it will all be replenished."
"We even watched as the contents of the refrigerator were replenished, but there was no one there."
Kong Sang frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked again:
"Right."
"Just now you only mentioned the guests in four rooms."
"What about...room zero-5?"
The young priest took a bottle of mineral water and shook his head:
"We never saw anyone coming out of Room Zero-5."
"But... when we were sleeping in our rooms, we would occasionally hear the sound of opening the door and footsteps."
"Sometimes, during the day, we would hear noises coming from Room 05."
"Someone once took advantage of the noise coming from Room 05 out of curiosity and went out to take a look."
"But then there were screams."
"After that, that room will be free."
Afterwards, the young priest explained some basic information.
suddenly:
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
The bell rings.
Only then did Kong Sang notice that there was a clock hanging in the kitchen.
The time on the clock is exactly the same as the time on the phone.
Two o'clock in the morning.
"alright!"
"Time is up!"
The young priest suddenly panicked:
"We can't come out after two o'clock in the morning!"
"I...I'm going back to my room first!"
"You guys should hurry up and find a room!"
With that said, the young priest hurried back to his room and closed the door with a bang.
Kong Sang glanced at Zhao Yuecheng without knowing why, but found that the entrance where they came in was filled with black mist.
In the dark mist:
"Ta...ta..."
A blurry figure.
It's very high, about two meters or more.
Looks very burly.
He stood motionless in the black mist.
Kong Sang had an illusion.
This figure in the black mist seemed to be observing them!
"Dachengzi, don't make a hard enemy first."
Kong Sang opened the door of Room 06 and directly pulled Zhao Yuecheng in.
As soon as he closed the door, a burst of cold air made Kongsang subconsciously take a few steps back from the door.
In the gap, you can vaguely see the rolling black mist.
And...that inexplicable black shadow!
Zhao Yuecheng turned on the light in the room.
It's that old tungsten lamp.
The slightly red room has the same layout as the young priest.
It just looks relatively dirty.
The walls are mottled and cracked, the floor is damp, and the bed is covered in dust.
Kong Sang twitched the corner of his mouth, goosebumps spread all over his body:
"I really want to set this whole place on fire."
Zhao Yuecheng rolled his eyes:
"There's nothing you can do about mysophobia, just bear with it."
Gonpot sat aside, staring at the door with his eyes, looking very nervous.
The two of them took a towel from Hutian's bracelet and used the water in the bathroom to clean up briefly for a while.
Kong Sang sat on a chair nearby, sorting out the information he had received from the young priest.
"If the young priest had not lied."
"Then...it can be understood that this is a...different space?"
"This can be confirmed through cold spring water."
"And I checked and found that all the supplies and packaging in the public dining room are very old and are not from these years."
Zhao Yuecheng also sat down and asked:
"Currently, we have seen three residents here."
"There's only one old lady left in Room 04."
Kong Sang nodded:
"I have to say."
"If this weird place is where Bishop Duan Lin used to trap us, it seems that... the preparations were too early?"
"I am more inclined to think that this place may be linked to another experiment of the church."
"The people here are either test subjects, or... people spying on us!"
"I personally prefer the former."
Zhao Yuecheng nodded:
"How to investigate?"
"Start with those five residents?"
Kong Sang felt that his migraine was starting to come back again, so he took a painkiller and rubbed his temples.