The warden's office was luxuriously decorated, with a high-grade Persian carpet on the floor, and no footsteps were heard from Kurobuchi walking on it.

The room is separated by a large mahogany desk with two chairs in front of it and a bookcase behind it. There are a lot of documents on the desk, which have been messily scattered on the desktop, and there is no need to think that it must be the work of a fat man.

The bookcase behind the desk occupies an entire wall, but at the moment there are not many books in the bookcase, and almost all of the mahogany squares are filled with various monster statues.

Kurobuchi looked at the statue in the bookcase in surprise, and the aquarist in front of the screen should have the same expression as him.

They were shocked because this style of painting was extremely inconsistent with the theme of the prison scene, and the prison warden's office was not a document or torture instrument but a monster statue, how not to make the aquarists drop their jaws.

Kurobuchi thought it was very strange, this scene was so familiar, in his house, in three empty rooms, the bookcases on the walls were full of such monster figures.

...

"Wow, this warden has this fetish!"

"The warden doesn't like to torture prisoners, he loves collecting, haha."

"Am I opening it the wrong way?"

"Who doesn't have a special hobby!!"

...

The barrage exploded again.

Hei Yuan counted, and there were a total of 25 monster statues in the bookcase. His brow furrowed, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. Before he could grasp that glimmer of inspiration, a warning sounded, and he had to return to his cell.

The aquarists were discussing the monster statue enthusiastically, and Kurobuchi was using the time to gather his thoughts.

The bullied old man is the main plot, and the information hidden in the photo is that Simin Middle School and the psychiatric hospital that Xiao Ming went to are side plots, and there is a branch line of the prison warden with a strange collector's habit, and Hei Yuan has already mastered three branch plots and one main plot in his hands. There seems to be a slight connection between several plots, but they do not affect each other.

The mind of the designer of the hall is really ingenious.

Hei Yuan didn't rush to check the statue, I'm afraid that the fat man just saw the statue and couldn't help but move and touched the mechanism before he suffered a loss.

The 10 minutes passed quickly, and after the cell door opened, Kurobuchi quickly left and searched for it again. A painting was seen on the wall of the last cell.

The painting on the wall is not a figure, not a landscape, not a still life, no specific content, it is composed of countless lines and color blocks, there is no law, some abstraction, the overall color of the picture is dark and depressing, which makes Hei Yuan feel very uncomfortable at first glance. Just when he thought there was nothing to do and he was ready to get out of the cell, a vision broke out.

He stood in front of the painting, his body feeling extremely heavy, his feet unable to move a bit, his eyes glazed over, and his expression frightened.

The clear and smooth lines of the picture began to squirm slowly, as if they had come to life in the color blocks. I don't know how long it took for the color blocks to come to life, and those dull color blocks merged with the lines, and kept spinning.

There was a murmur in his ears, which gradually turned to cacophony to deafening, then to murmur, and finally to countless babbles, and he waved his hands irritably, trying to interrupt them.

I found it unstoppable, and I covered my ears tightly, but the voice of the brain man penetrated into the body like maggots from the gaps between the fingers, from the nostrils, from the corners of the eyes, and from every pore on the body.

The blocks of color and lines swirl around until they become a dark corridor.

...

Hei Jiu stood in front of the corridor with a strange smile on his face, and then, he raised his right hand and beckoned to Hei Yuan, grinning widely, revealing his white teeth.

"Xiao Yuan, come here."

Hei Yuan walked towards Grandpa Jiu, and then, Hei Jiu stabbed the sharp knife hidden behind him into his stomach, and the smile on his face grew even bigger.

Hei Jiu disappeared, and a middle-aged couple stood in front of the corridor, their eyes looking gently ahead. They raised their hands at the same time and beckoned to the Black Abyss.

"Xiao Yuan, come here."

Kurobuchi knew that the two were his parents who had died since birth, and despite the blood gushing from his stomach, he walked towards them. Then, the two of them raised their hands and pushed the black abyss towards the cliff behind them. The black abyss was empty at his feet and fell downward. The smiles of the two people above widened.

He rose from the ground and stared into the darkness ahead with intense pain.

A group of unknown people stood in front of the corridor, some expressionless, some smiling weirdly, some crying sympathetically, and some bitter and angry. They raised their hands at the same time and beckoned to the Black Abyss.

"Kid, come here."

Hei Yuan didn't walk towards them, but these people kept approaching, and then, expressionlessly, began to be angry and mean, smiled weirdly and began to cry bitterly, crying sympathy began to be full of spring breeze, and bitter anger began to be gentle and calm.

The crowd disappeared, and a fat man stood in front of the corridor, his back bent and his mouth covered in pain, bright red blood oozing from his fingers, and his other hand was raised with difficulty to point at the black abyss.

"Kurobyss, save me."

The black abyss rushed forward, and the fat man disappeared in place.

The corridor stretched back again, and this time, Lan Lan's beautiful figure appeared, she slowly turned to look at Hei Yuan, with tears on her face, her lips were lightly raised, and she stopped talking.

Kurobuchi rushed over without hesitation, and when he was about to touch the other party, she dispersed like smoke.

"Blue Orchid, Blue Orchid ......"

Hei Yuan shouted frantically, waving his hands in the hope that the dissipated fog shadow in front of him could be reunited, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gather a trace of green smoke.

An irresistible force emerged from the depths of the tunnel, dragging him into the darkness. He ran desperately, desperately to escape, but he couldn't resist.

Just as he was about to be dragged into the darkness, a huge phantom appeared behind him, and the cracks in the desolate and distant land stood up, like an eye, cold and emotionless.

The moment his eyes were raised, the drag exerted on the black abyss disappeared, and the illusion of the Yongdao spun again, slower and clearer, and then dull patches of color and smooth lines appeared.

...

"Black Abyss."

"Black Abyss."

The anxious cry of the fat man sounded in his ears, and Kurobuchi woke up from his hallucination.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? I shouted a lot but didn't respond, and I was scared to death. The fat man's face was palpitating, he had never seen Hei Yuan like that, his eyes were blank.

He kept shouting at him, and finally punched him twice in the shoulder before he reacted. Hei Yuan, who has always been calm and rational, never loses his temper, but the appearance just now is too scary, like an out-of-body soul and losing consciousness.

It took a few minutes for Kurobuchi to regain his composure, and he glanced at the painting on the wall a few more times, and this time it stretched silently on the mottled wall, without a hint of vision.

Glancing at the fat man who was still worried next to him, Hei Yuan pulled out a bitter smile with difficulty, he reached out and pulled the fat man to his side and sat down, raised his right hand and pointed to the wall and said, "Look at this painting, how do you feel?" ”

The fat man sat down and watched carefully, and after more than ten seconds, he shook his head at Hei Yuan. After more than ten seconds, the fat man rubbed his reddened eyes and begged for mercy pitifully: "What the hell are you asking me to see, isn't it Picasso's abstract painting?" Can you see a flower? ”

"This is not a Picasso painting. Do you have no reaction after reading it? ”

"No, except for the messy lines and the black color, what else, this kind of prison graffiti won't have any clues, you just looked at this painting and that?" The fat word thought of the two words of demon stunned, and swallowed back the words after receiving the eye knife sent by Hei Yuan.

Hei Yuan quickly adjusted his emotions, he didn't want to discuss this topic in front of the aquarists, so he immediately pressed the scene just now deep into his heart, looked at the fat man and asked, "Why was you caught?" ”

"Hey, don't say it, didn't I go into the warden's office, you don't know, his office is full of monster statues, Hei Yuan, I remember ...... at your house" The fat man understood, muttering: "Didn't you just touch the statue on the bookcase, just get me in, Hei Yuan, you don't know, the confinement room is so dark, there is no light at all, it's quiet and terrible." The fat man shouted, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and grievance.

The Best Drama Award must be given to the fat man. The aquarists are the most powerful, and they are constantly teasing and rewarding. clamoring for the fat man to talk about how it was like to be in confinement.

"What's the catch?" Kurobuchi remained succinct and cold, and without looking back, he stared at the painting on the wall again, without whispering, spinning, hallucinating, or frenzied emotions.

"There should be a passage under the confinement chamber, I guess it's a special passage for this scene."

Hei Yuan turned his head to look at the fat man, although there was no expression on his face, but the praise in his eyes was not stingy.

"What props do you need?"

"The confinement chamber is not large, there is a metal plate in the middle of the ground, and there are screws fixed at the four corners, which is a crossing. If the handle of the screwdriver we found could find the front end again, it would open the passage and leave. ”

Kurobuchi nodded, he didn't intend to leave through the special passage. The front end of the screwdriver has not yet landed, so there is no need to think about it at this time, the most important thing at present is to find out if there are any clues in the hand-drawn wall of the cell where the prison head lives.

"Hey, I said why didn't you ask me if I was uncomfortable during confinement, and if I was afraid." Hei Yuan turned and walked out of the cell, and the fat man followed him and complained like a little daughter-in-law, begging for comfort.

Hei Yuan didn't care about the performance of this drama spirit, and asked him in a deep voice: "Where did you find that half of the photo?" ”

"Yes, I found it under the pillow of this iron bed under the hand-painted wall. There are no other clues in this room except for photos, Kurobyss, have you found anything? The fat man stood behind the black abyss, not knowing what he was going to do next.

"Oh, I remembered. When I came in to collect evidence, I also found another graffiti. The fat man said that he was lying on the ground and looked at the dark wall under another iron bed.

The space of the iron beds on both sides of the cell is not small, but the fat man's figure is still very difficult to lie in the middle, he retracted his arms on both sides, pouted his ass and half lay on the ground, raised his fat finger and pointed to the dark place under an iron bed and said: "Oh, it's there, it's very hidden, I also found it by chance." ”

Hei Yuan also squatted down, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and shone it over.

In the corner of the wall, there is a small graffiti, the size of an adult's palm. If you don't look closely, you won't notice it at all. It is a painting drawn with simple lines, showing a small figure with no facial features locked behind an iron gate, which is composed of five iron bars, some like the iron bars of old-fashioned iron windows, and more like the iron gates of prisons. Next to it, in Chinese, the words 'save me' are written crookedly.

Kurobuchi pressed his upper body closer to the ground and squeezed it under the bed. The iron bed in the cell was fastened to the wall, and the two of them could not move the bed, so they could only look more closely in this way. Kurobuchi turned on his phone's flashlight and took a picture of the graffiti.

The style of small graffiti painting is very simple, and it can be said that it is very childish.

It stands to reason that a hall of the size of the Hongmeng Pavilion should not have a situation where tourists scribble indiscriminately, even if such a thing happens, it will not let this graffiti be preserved, Hei Yuan checked the graffiti, some years, judging from the aging of the painted paint, this graffiti is consistent with the time when other graffiti hand-painted in this scene appeared, but the style of painting is very different, and it is still hidden in such a hidden place.