Chapter 134 The Room of Infinite Horror

There are all kinds of random names in my live broadcast room, such as Teletubbies died of murder, Tieling Biaoye, handsome people live and good girls love each other. Such names can be identified as online names at a glance.

But now the IDs in the live broadcast room have all changed to real names such as Li Ming and Wang Wei. I don’t know whether they represent living people with names or unjust ghosts who only remember their own names.

All in all, when I didn't find the ID of Wan Daochang, I stopped paying attention to those barrages, because they were probably made up based on my memory, or they might be the ghosts fostered in Tongsangfu on purpose. Play with me.

After smoking a cigarette, my thoughts were basically clear: "Assuming this is Huang Xue's dream, the first thing I have to do is to meet Yingzi. She must know more about dreams than me. She is a complete stranger in this world." world, I need a guide."

"The other thing to pay attention to is Huang Xue. This is her dream, and her safety must be ensured." Holding the underworld show phone, I walked around this unfamiliar room carrying a black suitcase in my other hand.

The house is not small in size, with a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and three bedrooms. The house must be old. There is thick grease left in the range hood in the kitchen. Many furnitures have peeled paint, and the wall coverings are also peeling off.

"I entered Huang Xue's dream, but why did I appear in this room?" Thanks to Huang Lan's previous commission, according to the information she provided, Huang Boyuan and Huang Xue had never stayed in similar rooms.

Before Huang Boyuan became successful, they could not afford to live in such a house. After Huang Boyuan became a senior executive of Qianding Pharmaceutical, such a house was not worthy of his status, so I inferred that the owner of this house did not have much relationship with the Huang family. association.

"There are powerful ghosts and evil things hidden in the Tongmulang Talisman. Could this house be an illusion created by those dirty things? It's just like ghosts hitting the wall." I was talking to myself in the room, and when my ears moved, I suddenly heard There was a "dong dong" knock on the door in the living room.

"Yingzi?" Cautiously, I came to the door holding a suppressing talisman. The door was not locked, but the door bolt was hung with an iron chain.

When I got here, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

"Who could it be?" It's very simple to open the door, just remove the chain from the door bolt. The mastermind behind it doesn't seem to have any intention of imprisoning me.

But to be cautious, I still squatted down, lying on the ground, and looked out through the crack in the door: "Yingzi is wearing a pair of small white shoes. You will know if it is her who knocked on the door."

The light in the corridor was too dark to see clearly. I pressed my eyes against the crack in the door and used my mobile phone to illuminate it.

The moment my vision became clear, my face turned pale and my heart skipped a beat.

I silently took away the phone, stood up quickly, and took a few steps back.

The person standing outside the door was not Yingzi. It was the face of a tragic death covered in blood. She fell at the door. Just now, I happened to look at her through the crack in the door.

A pair of bloodshot eyes moved erratically until I appeared, and she stared at me through the crack in the door.

"Dong dong!" The knock on the door rang again...

"This is the classic door-opening kill in horror games." I glanced at the unlocked door with lingering fear, and subconsciously stayed away: "It is definitely impossible to get out of the front door. Even if I kill it with the thunder talisman, there is no guarantee that it will be killed. You won’t encounter a second ghost.”

Returning to the center of the living room, I began to look for clues in the house. For specific crimes, any behavior has a purpose. The other party imprisoned me here for no reason, and it should not only be to scare me.

After searching the living room, I didn't find much. When I moved the cabinets and sofas, I only saw some random graffiti drawn by children.

"The designs include monsters and princesses. They should not be made by the same person. There may be several children of different ages living in this house."

I knelt down and looked carefully. There was a line of words written in pencil in the most inconspicuous place in the corner: "I want to marry my brother, and I want to live with my brother forever!"

"Is my sister going to marry my brother?" I just thought it was a childish statement and didn't take it to heart. I moved the furniture back to its original position and started to check other rooms.

When we came to the kitchen, there were four pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, three on the left and one on the right.

Interestingly, the plates with rotten dishes were all concentrated on the left side of the table. The person on the right only had rice, but no food.

"This family should be a family of four. Three of them gang up to bully the other one and live under the same roof. Why do they do this? Isn't one of them his biological child?"

This is not gossip, but starting from the details and using divergent thinking to speculate.

Walking out of the kitchen, I entered the first bedroom. The room was quite large. In addition to a double bed, there was also a writing desk and a bookcase.

"Seven deadly sins?" He picked up a book on the desk. The owner of this bedroom seemed to specialize in Western literature. He found many translations and various original works of the Renaissance on the bookshelf.

On some notes and highly professional papers, I saw a name - Guo Zhiming.

"Many papers are stamped with the official seal of a certain college at the end. Is he a university lecturer?" This person has a very high level of education, but the books he reads always make me feel something is wrong. For example, the book "Seven Deadly Sins" in my hand, I still I found many books on the bookshelf, such as "Ball of Suet", "Criminal Law and Art", "A Brief Discussion on Reproductive Worship" and so on.

"This may be a well-dressed beast on the surface." Although I can't understand the original book, Guo Zhiming left various explicit notes in the book.

Except for the books, I didn't touch anything in the room. I glanced at the sheets. The smelly sheets were in great contrast with the books in the room, and there were very light-colored spots on them.

Putting the book on the table, I saw another upside-down photo frame.

When I saw it, there were exactly four people on it. In the middle stood a middle-aged man with glasses. On his left was a pair of smiling young men and women, and on the right was a thin boy with an unclear face.

"This family is a bit strange." Standing in the middle should be the father, the owner of the first bedroom. He looks as gentle and gentle as I expected.

The man and woman on the left seem to be in love. Even when taking pictures, the young man's hand is not honest and secretly sticks to the woman's lower back.

The woman did not resist, with a look of anger in her eyes, but she took the initiative to move closer to the man.

The only disharmonious part of the picture is on the right side, where the thin boy is left alone. His skinny hands hang weakly, and there are bruises left by beatings on his palms and exposed knees.

"Based on the strange placement of the food on the kitchen table, the one who was bullied and abused should be this thin boy with a vague face." After figuring out one problem, new ones followed.

"Why did they abuse this child? Why is there no mother in this family photo?" I sat on the chair in front of the desk and looked up at the closed curtains.

"Window? If the other party deliberately restricts me from going out, it is impossible to miss the window. If I open the curtains, will I see an extremely terrifying scene?" Being mentally prepared, I opened the curtains with one hand.

What appeared in front of me was neither an escape route nor a scary ghost, just two windows made of metal.

The two windows were locked with combination locks, making it airtight and unable to see the outside world.

"That's interesting. Do you need a password to escape?" Looking at the lock, you can only unlock it by entering four numbers or letters in sequence.

"The four-digit password does not seem difficult, but if the numbers 0-9 are combined with 26 English letters, there will be 36 raised to the 4th power, which is 1,679,616 different situations."

It's definitely impossible to try one by one. I still need to find other clues in the room.

I held my chin and stared at the combination lock. Just when I was focusing all my attention on the window, I felt something lightly touch me on the back of my neck.

"Who!" Any slightest movement in such a weird house would drive people crazy, let alone an inexplicable touch on the neck.

"Is there anyone in the house?" Looking back, there was nothing.

"That was definitely not an illusion. Something really touched my neck from behind." I pretended to turn around, but after a while my neck was touched again.

I turned around and still didn't find anything.

"Strange?" I didn't give up. I took out my cell phone from the underworld show and pointed it behind me, then turned around and sat up straight.

About ten seconds later, my neck was touched again. I didn't turn my head immediately, but looked at my live broadcast room.

From the phone screen, I could clearly see that the body of a hanged man was hanging behind me. His feet were hanging down, and his toes were touching my neck.