Chapter 971 The Non-Existent Room
“Let’s hurry up, it’s getting dark soon.” Bai Xiaojie wrapped her clothes tightly and urged.
The setting sun was setting in the west. From their point of view, the setting sun was just blocked by the buildings, and the sky became dark. For a moment, a strange feeling appeared in everyone's hearts.
It’s like the building in front of you is different from before.
The wind started blowing in the manor. Huaiyi looked up and found a large dark cloud floating above his head. The dark clouds were entangled with the dim sky, creating an invisible pressure on people, as if foreshadowing something.
"Go back quickly, it seems... something doesn't seem right. The weather is going to change at any time." Huai Yi was also a little scared.
Jiang Cheng also noticed the oppressive feeling that the storm was coming, and his intuition told him that if he still wandered around the manor after dark, something terrible would happen.
He quickly took out his mobile phone, found a good angle, and took a photo of the building, and then the group of people quickly ran towards the door.
Worried that the painting would get wet from the rain, Fatty put the painting away and ran with everyone. When he was about to run, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Fatty looked behind him subconsciously. The next second , all the blood in his body froze.
With the light of lightning, he saw that the originally dark windows were filled with people, and there were people in every window, with pale faces looking at them expressionlessly.
"Fuck!!" The fat man was shocked and the painting in his hand fell to the ground.
Oddly enough, the moment the painting was taken away, those pale faces disappeared. When he came back to his senses and looked over again, the windows returned to their previous appearance. Although it was darker, You can still vaguely see that there is nothing behind the window.
Everything just seemed to be an illusion.
Jiang Cheng quickly picked up the painting, "What's wrong with you?" He followed the fat man's line of sight and found nothing strange.
"There is...someone!" The fat man didn't understand at the moment, but he still tried his best to explain to everyone.
"With the lightning just now, you saw people standing behind the windows, and people standing behind every window?" Miao Qing just imagined that scene in his mind and felt a chill on his back.
"That's it...that's it." The fat man said tremblingly.
At this moment, they have returned to the building, and no one wants to go out to verify. To be precise, no one dares.
"Why are you the only one who saw it?" Bai Xiaojie asked in a low voice. She didn't think there was anything special about this chubby guy. Miao Qing once said that you should be wary of the man named Jiang Cheng. He is this The toughest of the gang.
“Could it be related to this painting?” Huaiyi stared at the painting, suddenly feeling a little scared.
This sentence woke everyone up, "It's possible." Jiang Cheng took the painting and slowly unfolded it, "Maybe the person holding this painting can see some scenes that ordinary people can't see."
< br>With this idea in mind, everyone comforted the fat man and asked him to speak in more detail, "Besides those faces, what else did you notice?"
"There seems to be nothing else...it seems like there is nothing else." Fatty He scratched his head and said hesitantly.
Jiang Cheng took a pen and paper and spread it on the table, "Let's do this. Draw what you see, as complete as possible." Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the shoulder and comforted him, "Take your time. Painting, don’t be in a hurry.”
The fat man recalled for a moment and started to write. The strange thing was that the picture seemed to be fixed in his mind. As soon as he closed his eyes, there were pale faces staring at him. he.
The fat man endured great discomfort before he gradually drew something that was no different from a child's simple drawing in everyone's eyes. A large frame represented the building and the small squares represented the windows.
When Fatty drew a square on the edge, Miao Qing's expression suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand as if to ask a question, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with his eyes.
After Fatty finished all the drawings, Jiang Cheng asked in a calm voice: "Fatty, are you sure there is nothing missing or something that needs to be modified?"
Fatty stared at it for a while. , then put down the pen and explained to Jiang Cheng with a strange expression: "It sounds strange. Yes, the scene at that time seemed to be engraved in my head. I’m sure that’s what I saw. It’s not wrong!”
After swallowing, Huaiyi stared at the corner of the screen and said with A tentative voice asked: "Brother Fugui, do you...do you want to take another look, maybe..."
"What do you want to say?" Fatty rarely gets angry, but this time he was extremely upset. He had said many times that the scene he saw was like this, why didn't everyone believe him.
"Fat man." Jiang Cheng suddenly interrupted him, then slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at a corner of the screen. At this moment, Bai Xiaojie was speechless, her eyes wide open, staring at the position of Jiang Cheng's finger.
There is a window, at the edge of the third floor. But the strange thing is that the window in the painting is floating there out of thin air. There is nothing underneath the window. There is no window on the second floor that is symmetrical with it. .
It feels like the third floor of the building extends out of thin air.
"This...how is this possible?!" Fatty exploded immediately, "I drew this?"
A few seconds later, he immediately went to look at the painting left by the psychic. Now he looked carefully and saw that the corresponding position on the third floor was shrouded in a layer of gray and black, like a fog or a tumbling cloud. The dark clouds blend into the dark background of the picture.
The fat man trembled and wiped the corresponding position with his hands. The gray-black layer seemed to be wiped away. His movements became faster and faster, and the amplitude became more and more exaggerated, until...
< br>"Hiss——"
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The fat man stumbled back, but his eyes were still fixed on the painting. As the color of the background was wiped away, a window really appeared at the corresponding position of the painting. Through the window, you could see the piles inside. , densely packed corpses.
"I found the room that doesn't exist." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and spoke slowly.
The location of the room has been determined, but now there is a new problem before everyone.
How to enter that room?
“I remember there was a wall there.” Huaiyi recalled: “Should we try to break it open?”
This suggestion is a bit crude, but no one has a better way. , Tools are needed to smash the wall. Fortunately, Miao Qing said that when he checked the kitchen, he found a small storage room not far away with tools in it.
Everyone found a big hammer and some messy tools in the storage room. They took the tools to the 3rd floor, picked off the painting at the end of the corridor on the 3rd floor, threw it aside, and then started smashing the wall. .
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
......
The fat man rolled up his sleeves and swung the hammer one after another. He was very strong. , as if he was venting the fear he had accumulated before, but no matter how hard he smashed it, he could not leave any traces on the wall.
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