But now let me go upstairs, and I won't be able to rush through those two corridors alone.

I've pretty much understood that any part of the villa can be dangerous, and the longer you stay in one place, the more weird things will happen.

This bedroom is so unique, and other strange events are probably even more dangerous.

No, I had to hurry up and leave, I slammed the door of the cabinet shut, and the curtains next to the cabinet trembled.

Wait, I had a flash of inspiration in my head.

The big cabinet upstairs is for blocking the windows, and the big cabinet downstairs is for shading?

I leaned against the large cabinet and looked at the wall, where there was an inconspicuous crack.

"Bang Dang"

The bedroom door was slammed.

Who will it be? Old guys, or the stuff upstairs?

After such a long time, I think the things upstairs should have been decided by now.

The cabinet was empty, and I easily pushed it open, revealing a large crack in the wall.

It's a door, a small scarlet door with an eerie glow.

"Squeak"

I don't know how long the door has been there, but with a slight push, the whole door opens completely.

Inside the wall was a staircase leading below, and from below there was a cold, foul wind blowing up.

The bedroom door was slammed even harder, and it looked like it was about to break in.

I didn't have time to think about it, whatever was outside the door, I might die if I came in, so I had to walk into the passage with the smelly wind.

Hiding such a strange passage, there are definitely clues hidden inside.

There are not many stairs going down, and after passing through them, there is a long corridor.

If the bedroom refers to the room that was not renovated just now, then the corridor should refer to the current one.

What are the upstairs bedrooms and corridors?

I muttered to myself as I walked down the long hallway.

The semicircle is supposed to surround the villa and be built underneath it.

Not far into the corridor, pitch-black iron doors began to appear on both sides of the corridor.

The iron door is rusty and seriously corroded.

Patches of smudges also began to appear on the walls, with black and red spots all over the walls.

Not only the walls, but also the floor was covered with spots and stains.

The fishy smell also aggravated a lot at this time, and it could almost kill a person.

I didn't stop there, staring at the strong fishy stench.

What are so many iron gates used for?

Each iron door was still wrapped in pitch-black iron chains, and there was a large rusted lock that was locked on it.

I pulled down the big iron lock, and found that although it was rusty, the lock was still relatively strong, and I couldn't open it by my own strength.

There are no gaps in the iron door, so you can't see what's going on inside.

I didn't dare to delay, and walked forward quickly.

Because in my mind, there was a vague feeling that something was going to happen.

The inexplicable appearance of the sense of crisis made me feel a little anxious.

To get out of here as soon as possible, there's only one corridor in front of and behind, and if something happens, I don't even have a place to hide.

"Wow"

A strange sound sounded, as if someone had pulled the chain on the door.

I rushed forward, not daring to stop, let alone looking.

At the end of the hallway is a door, ordinary wooden door.

However, it was painted with a scarlet color, but the scarlet had become black over time.

A sense of crisis came from behind me, and I didn't dare to stop, so I pushed open the door and went in.

The situation in the house made me freeze in place for a moment.

This house is huge, I guess it's the same as the villa above.

There were countless glass jars in the room, and the strong smell of formalin filled my nose.

Huge glass jars, soaked with all kinds of organs.

In addition to the organs seen, there were two jars inside which were soaked with two little girls who looked to be only six or seven years old.

His eyes were closed, his long hair was floating in formalin's liquid, and his face was pure, like two cherubs.

The two girls look exactly the same, they are a pair of lovely twin sisters, and countless knife cuts can be clearly seen on their bodies, as if they have been tortured inhumanely.

I walked to the last table, which was lined with surgical tools.

From the scalpel I knew, to all sorts of things I didn't recognize, even saws and axes.

It's not like an operating table for people to operate, but like a platform for killing.

I turned my head to look at the two girls who were soaked in formalin, and the wounds on their bodies were probably all from the equipment that was supposed to save people.

"Wow"

The sound of chains sounded outside the door, was the other party ready to come in?

I couldn't help but get nervous, and I lifted the curtain on the operating table and went in.

When I went inside, I found that on the side of the operating table, there was a notebook stained with black blood.

I tugged the note in and slipped it into my arms.

"Whoa, whoa"

The sound of chains is from far to the present day.

I couldn't see anyone, but I could feel it standing next to the operating table.

For more than ten minutes, the other party just stood outside.

I didn't dare to move, I didn't even dare to breathe.

"Wow"

Suddenly, a large black and foul mass of stuff flowed from the operating table, as if it was coagulated viscous blood.

There were pieces of internal organs mixed in with the blood.

There was nothing on the operating table just now, could it be that the other party was cutting himself?

"No, no, why isn't it right? What to do, what to do? A deep man's voice rang out, and he slammed hard against the operating table.

Many scalpels and tools had fallen off, and I could faintly see a figure through the gap at the bottom of the operating table.

"No, I can't let them die like this, I'm going to experiment, experiment, just a little, a little bit."

"Bang

The sound of chains faded away, and through the crack at the bottom, I could see vaguely on the ground.

Patches of blood appeared, yes, not dripping, but as if they were coming out of the ground, appearing on the floor, forming patches of blood.

Fear came straight up in my heart, and the other party absolutely knew that I was hiding under the operating table, so why did he go away?

"It should be here."

"I finally found a place, I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."

"The newcomer in Qinglan Town is not dead yet, he has something I put on him."

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the place that once ranked first, and even a newcomer can live until now."

"That's the end of his life, because we're going to send him away."

"Speaking of which, we should still be grateful to him, if he hadn't helped us explore, we might not have made this step."

An unfamiliar voice sounded on the other side, had the old guys found it too?

Thanks to me? Help them explore?

I couldn't help but squint, and from what they said, I could guess that they were doing something to me before they even entered the game.

For the abilities of these old guys, living in such a horrible game until now, doing things to me is not like playing.

I ignored the group, pulled out my notebook, and began to flip through it.

It's a diary, the handwriting is crooked, many words are written incorrectly, there is not even a date title, it is obvious that it was written by a child.

The first few pages are not very good, they are all about life.

I searched for most of the time and finally saw something useful.