The wind is blowing.

The sun is slowly receding from the horizon.

The sky was getting darker.

In front of it is a three-story main building with mottled walls, and the main building is directly connected to the four-story ward building behind it.

In the left front of the courtyard, there is also a tall bell tower, and the handrails of the iron frame spiral staircase have long been rusted, showing its heavy sense of age.

The building had long been blackened by the fire, the walls were mottled and falling, and the windows sealed by iron railings were pitch black, as if something was hidden under the darkness, quietly peeking into the courtyard.

Some of the iron railings on the windows had been pried off, some of them twisted and distorted, as if someone had once pulled with all their might inside.

If this place is fake, it will be harder to do it than to find a real one!]

[It's so tough, I'm scared, I'm afraid, I always feel like there's something in the window of that building??]

When Lao Lu's camera was mainly aimed at the building in front of him, a heated discussion began in the comment area.

Lu Chu stared at the mottled wall in front of him, as well as the black window, and couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body, "It's terrifying." ”

Lao Lu, who was closest to Lu Chu, twitched slightly when he heard this.

A few people walked towards the building.

The rusty iron lock had already been smashed down by Yang Yichen and the others the last time they came, and when Yang Yichen opened the iron door of the building again, the piercing creak seemed to cut through this silent land, waking up everything that was in its sleep.

A gust of cold wind swirled and blew into the empty corridor from behind several people, blowing up the black ash in the corridor.

The thick musty smell instantly penetrated everyone's nose.

Seeing Gu Yu frowning and covering his mouth and nose, Lu Chu was a little glad that he had foresight - the red mask that fit into the madhouse.

Yang Yichen stepped on Gao Bang's Martin boots and was the first to step into the corridor, and the moment the soles of his shoes stepped on the ground, the dust on the ground was splashed to ankle height.

Scattered in all directions.

Lu Chu followed the team into the ward of this madhouse located on a deserted island outside Longtai Village eighty years ago.

The long, empty corridor was flanked by rooms with closed doors, occasionally with a door hidden and an old creak as the cold wind poured into the hallway.

The crowd turned on the flashlights that had just been handed out.

It was very dark inside the building, and even if there was a little sunset outside, it seemed that it could not penetrate the building, and the further inside, the darker it became.

Zhang Peng hung the laptop on his chest with a special strap, and took a flashlight in one hand into a nearby ward, only to see that the glass cabinet inside was densely displayed with bottles of Western medicine, and the potions in it had already deteriorated.

The dusty glass cabinet reflected his own face, which frightened Zhang Peng.

"That particularly terrifying room is at the end of the corridor on the third floor, let's go to the third floor first while it's still dark?" Yang Yichen turned his head and asked Lu Chu's opinion.

Lu Chu has no opinion.

The group walked to the middle of the hallway, and on the right was a staircase, which was littered with burned-out tables and chairs, as if someone had tried to escape through the window at the top of the staircase, which was also broken.

The ground was scorched with black dust.

"It can't be ashes, right?" Lao Lu set up a camera and took a close-up shot of the dust.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder.