He wondered inexplicably in his heart, no matter how unpopular Lu Changku was, he couldn't even have his own seat, was it too much to directly exclude him from everyone?

At this moment, Bai Tang had already walked to the door, and when he turned around and saw that Jiang Futing was still in place, he lightly buckled the door and urged: "Let's go, go upstairs and take a look." ”

Jiang Futing pinched the card in his pocket hard.

To live or to perish?

What deprived Lu Changku's survival was the ghost who scared him to a serious illness in the first place, or was it a human?

The staircase clings to the bottom of the hallway, and is a very old-fashioned staircase, close to the wall, like a tube building.

Not to mention now, even in broad daylight, this place is closed on all sides, completely opaque.

The walls of the staircase were covered with large patches of skin and mottled marks that stretched from the foot of the stairs to the top of the wall.

The bricks and tiles inside were oozing with uneven black and red marks, looking like countless splatters of blood, all soaked in the bricks.

If you look at such an environment for a long time, it will give people extremely uncomfortable psychological hints, and when you look up, the only staircase space is like a chimney, which almost collapses people's spirits.

Jiang Futing retracted his gaze, simply quickened his pace, took three steps and did two steps, and ran to the second floor in one go.

But the moment he stepped onto the second floor, the uncomfortable feeling not only did not disappear, but became even stronger.

It was as if the discomfort just now was hanging above him, which would directly and unceremoniously press on the top of his head.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pretended to touch his hair, but he didn't notice anything strange on his head, so he had to turn his head and look at Bai Tang suspiciously.

Bai Tang was caught off guard by him, but he didn't understand what he was trying to express at the moment, so he immediately asked, "What's wrong?" What did you find? ”

Jiang Futing's heart fell a little, and he only felt that he was too vigilant, so he was too careful.

He shook his head and replied indifferently: "It's nothing, I just feel a little weird here, let's pay more attention." ”

Jiang Futing couldn't say anything on his lips, but Bai Tang could always quickly judge whether he was really okay or fake, and seeing that he had the intention to cover it up, he could only pay more attention to him to prevent something from happening.

Bai Tang raised his hand and patted him on the back: "What are you afraid of, what is it, and I can withstand it." ”

Jiang Futing nodded silently.

Xu is uncomfortable feeling in his heart was too strong, and he didn't have the heart to talk to Bai Tang anymore, his body seemed to be full of vigilance in the whole city, and then slowly took steps inside.

He always felt that there was a heavy thing pressing on his head, no matter whether he had it on his head or not, in order to avoid startling the snake, he could only carry it all the way.

If there is, it is also a little different from those lonely ghosts in the yard, and I don't know what the news is.

He'd have to figure out how to make it run down on its own, or attack itself.

The whole building of the old orphanage is not small, and basically all the rooms and facilities are crammed into this one building.

On the first floor, in addition to the classrooms, there is a cafeteria and an office.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor is much more secluded, and all you can see at a glance are the dormitories and incubation rooms.

Several small rooms, all close together, and the partition walls were not very thick, and if someone was screaming, they would be heard by those sleeping in the dormitory.

In such a situation, it seems that even sleep is a kind of mental torture, and who can really sleep without dreams until daylight by camping on the edge of the demon's cage.

And in the dormitory of the orphanage, it is already a luxury for everyone to have their own independence, not to mention the separation of men and women.

Each piece of small iron with a fence of less than one meter and a half is arranged in an orderly manner, and a room of 30 square meters can be filled with about 30 sheets.

From a distance, it looks like a room full of iron cages with a room full of pets.

The one that was only one and a half meters long was the only personal space they had.

There are six such dormitories, three of which face each other between the two walls, and can easily accommodate nearly 200 children.

And this so-called dormitory that is kept like a pet store is really not famous.

Jiang Futing only passed by the bedroom door and looked at it roughly, the weight above his head seemed to be slightly lighter, and then it was so heavy that it was pressed down, and there was no unnecessary change.

He didn't put any more energy into the dormitory, and walked towards the indoctrination room in front of him without looking back.

The closer he got to the indoctrination room, the more he felt as if he had arrived in a different dimension.

It's all on the same floor, but the air here is much more humid, and the rich water vapor is suspended in the air, and there is a fishy smell oozing through it.

It was as if it was not the moisture that floated in the air, but the evaporating blood.

Even the walls on both sides began to distort, as if the flow of air had been exaggerated under the scorching heat.

Such an obvious visual change made Jiang Futing pause, and he didn't dare to move forward hastily.

Bai Tang took two more steps forward for some reason, and found that the person on the side was gone, so he immediately looked back at him.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, he became vigilant and looked around carefully from side to side.

The soles of Jiang Futing's feet seemed to be glued, fixed in place, and his eyes fell on Bai Tang, who was looking around: "Did you see it?"

When Bai Tang heard his words, his searching eyes fixed on the corner of the wall, and then slowly moved over to look at him.

Even without opening your mouth, the answer is obvious.

Jiang Futing's eyes lit up.

I remember the difference between the two of them, when they entered the second floor.

He felt that he had something on his head, and now he had a hallucination that he didn't know if it was a hallucination.

Thinking of the nightmare of Lu Changku's weaving for a few nights, there are only two possibilities for this situation now.

Either he was targeted early in the morning, and others went through a lot of twists and turns, so that he didn't know when he was quietly hit.

Either there is something set up in this place, casting nets to fish, but Bai Tang's ability is too rebellious, and the secret technique system here has no effect on him.

In short, if you don't know when you stepped on the trap, it's best to stand where you are and don't act rashly.

Bai Tang looked at his reaction and thought for a moment, and he didn't make a move in a hurry, after all, if he really needed to do it, Jiang Futing himself would take the lead in counterattacking.

There's no need to stand there stupidly, waiting for him to make a move, and ask him slowly: See?

"So, what do you see?"

Bai Tang held his pockets and silently returned and stopped beside him.

Jiang Futing looked at the space in front of him, as if he had been thrown into a fire, burning.

It's just that I didn't see the corresponding fire, and I didn't feel the burning temperature.

He couldn't blindly judge what this was, so he could only speculate: "It should be some trick, continue to look forward."

In Bai Tang slightly late

Suspicious, the moment he continued to walk forward, Jiang Futing followed and took a step.

He reached out again, pretending to touch his hair.

Because just when he saw the spatial deformation, he found that the weight that had been pressing on his head suddenly disappeared on its own.

But he reached out and still didn't touch anything, so he had to pretend that he didn't know anything and kept going.

With each step he took, the faint salty smell that had been lingering in the air grew stronger and stronger until it reached the tip of his nose.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Futing found that he not only had hallucinations, but also auditory hallucinations.

The screams and wails that he had heard in the video suddenly sounded one after another from all around him.

Like the waves of the ocean, it rolls in from a distance, layer after layer, and the momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

At first it was just a cry of pain, but gradually there were more terrible and piercing laughter, hideous cries and cries.

All kinds of voices are intertwined in a thousand turns.

Under such circumstances, even if the psychological quality is extremely strong, Ben is not afraid, but all kinds of noisy high-pitched voices make people have a headache for a while, and the qi and blood begin to surge impetuously, Jiang Futing closed his eyes, rubbed the sun, and tried his best to suppress the hustle and bustle in his mind.

The frowning brow and the thin sweat oozing from the bridge of his nose could tell that he was struggling to restrain himself.

At this moment, there was a sudden hot sensation in his trouser pocket, and the area in his pocket was so hot that it seemed to burn on the spot.

The alarm bell immediately sounded in his heart, and even the thoughts that were blurred by the noise were awakened by a stirring spirit.

Jiang Futing reached out, and while his fingertips were scalded by the high temperature, he touched the rough touch.

It's that jam!

He endured the burning pain and quickly pulled the jammed paper out of his pocket.

The moment the jam paper left his trouser pocket, the burning aura seemed to break through his barrier, and the strong supreme yang aura poured out like a bomb.

Bai Tang quickly turned around and flew to Jiang Futing, but after all, he was a little late.

The surging wave of energy almost covered Jiang Futing's body at the speed of light.

Bai Tang's call to him seemed to drift to his ears a little slowly from the distant sky.

At the moment when the crisis came, Jiang Futing suddenly remembered the night when he eavesdropped in the activity room.

When the boy and Lu Changku confronted each other, he said that he had seen what Lu Changkut had given Chen Yihuan with his own eyes, and then Chen Yihuan began to be abnormal.

From this point of view, Lu Changku is still quite good at controlling people's hearts.

This piece of cardboard must have been something he deliberately left for him, although the two of them had never met a few times, Lu Changku's understanding of himself was obviously more than he imagined.

He was almost certain that he would come back to this place to look for clues, and he was sure that he would stay when he saw this kind of thing.

He did keep this thing himself, and this was the best time for him to attack himself.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he almost instinctively mobilized all his strength, and when he raised his head, Bai Tang's solemn face was quickly engulfed in darkness.

Immediately afterward, he saw that the stone walls around him were suddenly crushed by a huge force, and blood swept in from all directions like huge waves, flooding the narrow corridor.

The clues he had been tracking during this time had lost the shackles of his brain, and it was difficult to control the rapid marquee in his mind.

It's just that his consciousness didn't bear the invasion of power in the end, and before Ma Lantern ran out, his brain was completely shut down.