Shiraishi clinged to the wall and walked a step away from the gate.

He looked at the open door in front of him, and suddenly regretted that he didn't carry a small mirror with him like Yuko Ikezawa - that way he could use it to peek at what's in the room, and if there was a horror movie scene where you "die if you look at it", it would also be effective to avoid a wave.

…… If you make it out of this building alive this time, you must buy one.

There was one more item in the shopping list, and after noting this, Shiraishi quickly took off his coat and carried it around the door like a bull.

The hem of the coat was shaken in by him, and then floated out, back and forth a few times, and it was still a good coat that was completely neat.

Shiraishi was a little relieved, stepped forward vigilantly, and looked inside the door.

Although he was ready to see something, he still chuckled in his heart when a corpse appeared three meters away from him without cover, and then he heard his own pound, thump, thump.

- In the living room, facing the doorway, an obese corpse was lying on the ground face down.

A sharp kitchen knife with a blade nearly twenty centimeters long was stuck in his back, half of it was not in the flesh, and the blood flowed down his heavy body to the ground, and then spread along the texture of the wooden floor to his face, and the man's excessively long bangs were soaked in sticky blood, which was disgusting.

Shiraishi looked a little disgusted, but at the same time, a chill that didn't dare to think about it spread from the soles of his feet—hadn't this person already been carried away in a body bag? How did it reappear.

And judging from the state of the blood, the time point where the corpse is now is a little earlier than when Shiraishi arrived.

All of this was completely beyond the common sense he could have.

Did you really turn back the clock? Or is he actually dreaming, but because his thinking ability is limited in the dream, he can't figure out whether he is dreaming or not? So what the hell is this......

Smack——!

Shiraishi slapped himself in the face, smashing away his chaotic thoughts.

It doesn't matter if it's a dream or not. Instead of holding on to luck and pinning the hope of leaving on "waking up", it is better to think about how to survive next. He's still young, he doesn't want to die!

Shiraishi touched the goosebumps on his arm and put his coat back on, he first looked to the right, wanting to look at the door at the end of the corridor again, but as soon as he looked over, Shiraishi's heartbeat became violent again.

- He couldn't see the door anymore.

It's not that the door is gone, it's that in his eyes, it's pitch black...... It's the same as when you looked down the short hallway!

Shiraishi suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look on the left again, but it turned out that the left side was actually the same situation.

The darkness was silently flooded like a rising tide, and Shiraishi could not even see the red number on the top of the elevator now, which convinced him even more that it was not the night vision that was the problem, but the environment here. Otherwise, even without that superpower, a normal person should be able to see the red letters with their own light in the darkness.

…… The darkness was quietly compressing the space in which he could move.

The only bright place was the living room with the corpses displayed in front of him.

Shiraishi now has two options, one, bury your head in the darkness and dash into the darkness. Second, go into the living room step by step and check the situation.

These two options were put together, and Bai Shu suddenly had an idea.

Speaking of which, the quest requirement is to [liberate the resentful wandering spirit].

Could it be that he had thought too much about it before, in fact, as long as he entered the living room, found clues, and found the real murderer, he could complete the task and leave here smoothly?

…… The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes! It's just that if everything is really like this, then wouldn't it be very silly for him to operate just now...... Fortunately, he is the only one here, as long as no one sees it, he has not been stupid!

Regardless of the difficulty of solving the puzzle, at least it is much easier than escaping mentally, Shiraishi knows that this is just a speculation, but he is too nervous right now to need such an assumption to relax himself.

He took two deep breaths, looked into the living room, looked at the male corpse lying on his stomach for a moment, and asked politely, "Brother, do you mind if I go in and squeeze?" There were many people in the room and it was ...... warm"

Halfway through the words, Bai Shi was stuck in his throat in one breath, and in the next second, the sweat on his forehead slid down.

…… Wait, why could he look at this corpse?

Was this brother's face like this just now??

The moment this question arose, Shiraishi gave himself the answer.

- Definitely not!

Previously, the corpse was in a natural lying position. Face down, eyes blocked by hair.

But now, his head turned to the door at some point, and a pair of dilated eyes stared straight at Shiraishi, and the blood-stained bangs were peeled off the ground by his movements, and then stuck to his face, and a few wisps of blood slid down the fat face, mixed into the pool of blood on the ground.

“……”

“…… This is urging me to solve the case. Yes, that's right, it must be! Such a fresh corpse will not be transformed! Baishi was crazy in his heart, and at the same time he was ruthless and quickly made a decision - to enter the living room.

If the corpse is lying on its stomach like that, and only the eyes give him encouragement, then of course it is good.

And if he wants to do something else......

A person who lies flat on the ground is naturally at a disadvantage in the face of a standing person. So whether it's a fight or being squeezed in a crowd, one of the most important things is to protect yourself and don't fall.

In short, if this guy wants to attack Shiraishi, it is better to run on his back and dance a disco while he has not yet stood up than to stay at the door and wait for him to get up.

Shiraishi gritted his teeth, strengthened his courage, and stepped into the living room.

At the same time, his hand quickly reached for the stool next to him, ready to pick it up and squat next to the corpse, and watch for a minute or two to see what was going on.

The plan was good, but as soon as he lifted his leg and didn't wait for the second step, Shiraishi suddenly spun 180 degrees in place in an eerie position—as if two invisible threads were being tied to his wrists, pulling him backwards.

Almost at the same time, his hands lifted uncontrollably and slammed them together in front of him!

With a crisp palm blow, a sharp-edged Western-style kitchen knife was firmly sandwiched between his palms.

100% empty-handed white blade!

Bai Shi was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening, his heart tightened, and he immediately stared nervously at his hand.

Fortunately, the effect of this skill was not as bad as Shiraishi had imagined before - his hand was not cut by the sharp blade, but like two steel plates, he firmly clamped the knife in his palm. Even with it, he felt that his wrists and arms were as if they had been cast from steel and iron, and they had been greatly strengthened.

But that in no way means it's all over.

The attacker's method of attack is not just a knife, but more on his own.

The man's physique was already stronger than Baishi, and it seemed to be sprinting over, he held the knife tightly, and his body hit it like a human cannonball, and Baishi didn't have time to appreciate his heroic posture of using world-class martial arts, and he had already been knocked out violently, and the person also smashed down like Mount Tai pressed down.

…… If it weren't for the two reinforced iron hands as a cushion, Shiraishi felt that he would definitely have to break a few ribs in a while.

He relied on the skill-strengthened arm to control the blade with difficulty, not letting the exposed part of the knife tip penetrate him, and at the same time his body instinctively adjusted, his back muscles tensed, ready for the impending floor impact, but when he landed, Shiraishi felt that the touch on his back was very wrong - the following was actually a soft and hard human body.

The fall was only a matter of moments, and the thought had barely flashed when Shiraishi had already fallen on top of the corpse with the silent attacker. Due to inertia, his head tilted back uncontrollably, snorted, and his cheekbones were cold, and there was already an extra knife cut.

Shiraishi was shocked, turned his head to look, and saw the kitchen knife stuck across the corpse's back.