In a dilapidated room, an old man with a face full of oil paint painted in the shape of a perverted clown is sitting on a tattered chaise longue, reading a piece of blood-red rice paper. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the paper, the names of Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao were prominently written, as well as the specific time and some rough introductions of their abandonment of the ghosts.

Below the information of the two, list the restrictions of this feast.

After reading it, the clown old man crumpled the paper and threw it to the ground very unhappily.

"What a thing, death design has to be notified in advance, there is no fun of surprises at all, it's really disappointing. ”

Although he was complaining, he couldn't do anything about these restrictions, he really couldn't understand what the ghost building was doing, wouldn't it be good to kill it happily, he had to engage in these rules and regulations.

But he didn't really care about that, anyway, as long as someone killed him, it would be enough.

One Ning Chuan and one Wang Xiao are both prey worth looking forward to in his eyes.

Those ordinary citizens in the past, he had long been fed up with the days of designing for them, and he didn't get any fun at all, and he was still the one who climbed to the top of the ghost building, which made him feel excited.

Taking out a mirror, the old man looked at the work on his face, thinking that he was going to design death in a moment, and he threw the mirror against the wall and smashed it.

"Not perfect enough, still not perfect enough!

How can the beginning of the first feast be like this!"

Suddenly, the old man stood up from his chair, clenched his hands into fists, and pounded his mouth and nose hard.

Under the frantic movements, the old man's eyes showed an excited look.

After a while, the old man stopped destroying himself, and after spitting up a mouthful of blood, the old man sat back in the chaise longue.

Picking up a mirror again, the old man looked at his blood-covered face, and laughed sickly with the clown's oil paint.

Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao were still eating at home at this time, but the TV at home was turned on inexplicably.

The word ghost building suddenly appeared on the TV screen, and blood continued to seep out of the two words.

When the two of them noticed this, the words "ghost building" on the TV disappeared, and the screen went out instantly, but on their floor, bloody footprints began to appear.

The two watched as the footprint kept walking, and found that it had finally stopped at the doorway.

Putting down the chopsticks in their hands, the expressions of the two were very helpless, it seemed that the ghost building didn't want them to finish the meal quietly.

Ning Chuan stared at the footprints at the door, looked at Wang Xiao and said.

"Sister Wang, I didn't expect that this death design would be humanized to remind us in advance, the ghost building seems to not want us to die. ”

"Let's go, let's see what's going on outside the door. ”

Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao picked up the coats on the hanger and put them on, and walked to the door together.

When they opened the door, the two found that it was pitch black outside, and they couldn't see anything, and at this time, the bloody footprints that had stopped on the ground walked up again, step by step into the darkness outside the door.

Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao glanced at each other, held hands, and walked in together.

The door slammed shut, and all anomalies in the room vanished.

When Ning Chuan and the others saw something again, they were already standing in front of an abandoned factory.

The signs of the factory had become tilted, as if they were about to fall, but the words on them were still clearly visible.

Death slaughterhouse, five big characters are written on it eye-catchingly, and there are a few bats flying wildly on it.

However, the eerie and terrifying scene is just a pediatric in front of the two, and it is obviously a bit of a waste of effort to make the two lose their cool by relying on such a trick.

Calmly pushing open the rusty door of the slaughterhouse, the two calmly walked in.

In the courtyard of the slaughterhouse, except for some weeds, nothing else existed, and after Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao wandered around, they gave up the idea of continuing to look for clues in the yard.

Finding a door leading to the workshop, Ning Chuan kicked the door open, and the two walked in one after another.

In the slaughterhouse, the power system seems to be still working, but there are not a few complete light bulbs, and only one can be used every ten meters, but the lights are extremely faint, and they will flicker from time to time, barely allowing the two to see clearly.

As they walked down the road, they came to a place where animal skins were handled, and various knives were placed on an iron shelf, on which were hung many chains of different thicknesses.

Wang Xiao and Ning Chuan carefully checked all the tools, and after feeling that there was nothing valuable, they continued to walk forward, but for the sake of convenience, Ning Chuan chose a knife that was in his hand and pinned it to his waist.

After walking for a while, the two of them were worried about the next road, for some reason, there was an iron door on three walls of this large room, and this structure made them a little incomprehensible.

"Chuanchuan, why don't we choose the west, anyway, these few are nothing, it's better to choose a direction we chose last time, maybe there will be an unexpected gain." ”

Ning Chuan nodded, and the two of them walked towards the west door.

After opening the door, the room was pitch black, Ning Chuan reached out and touched the wall, and really found the switch.

I tried to close the switch, and the lights in the room flashed.

But this sudden light really frightened the two of them.

"Hold the grass, I thought these were terrible ghosts.

A slaughterhouse, nothing to do with so many plastic models. ”

Ning Chuan complained about the pit man design in front of him, and then walked in with Wang Xiao.

In the room, they weave apart from each other among the plastic models, trying to find clues.

But suddenly, the dim lights in the room suddenly went out.

For a moment, both of them stopped moving, did not make any sound calling each other, and just stood there quietly, not even their eyes moving, pretending to be a plastic model.

Time passed slowly, and the bodies of both of them became numb, and sweat kept falling to the ground, but they were still struggling to persevere.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, sometimes slowly, sometimes urgently, and then abruptly stopped.

When the sound disappeared, the lights in the room were restored, and Ning Chuan and Wang Xiao took this opportunity to leave the room quickly.

"Chuanchuan, you have nothing to do. ”

"It's okay, it's just that your arms and legs are sore, what about you, is there anything wrong. ”

Wang Xiao also said that it was just a sore body, and there was nothing serious.

But at this moment, in the room just now, the light disappeared again, and it fell into endless darkness.

Ning Chuan and the others stared at the door, and one leg actually stepped out from inside. (To be continued.) )