Reciting this iconic slogan full of slots, Tang Juyi directly fired three shots in a row to break the door lock, and at the same time stepped forward and kicked the door open, which was not strong.

With a bang, Tang Juyi broke into the door, still holding a pistol:

"Don't move! Hands up! Get on your knees! ”

The lights in the room were also on, but the people inside were dead, shriveled corpses, lying crooked in the corners, stacked with a pile of food bags.

A heavy iron axe sits next to the wall, with black-brown blood stains that have dried up for a long time. The room was littered with bags of compressed food, empty bottles of drinking water, and paper almost all over the floor.

Tang Juyi walked in front of the dry corpse, cautiously tested it with his feet, and found that it was indeed no sign of life, then he put his mind at ease and began the search process that was the same as before.

The cause of death was probably a lack of food and drinking water, and although he put all the supplies in the submarine into the room, it still couldn't last that long.

From the body of this corpse, Tang Juyi also found a piece of paper, which was densely filled with words, and the handwriting was different from the handwriting on the paper on the corpse outside, and it seemed that it was indeed the handwriting of two people.

Before he had time to look at what was written on the paper, Tang Juyi was first attracted by the drawing board in the room.

Like most painters' sketchpads, they are held in place almost vertically with tape attached to them, and pen holders and paint jars are placed on the stands.

The reason why I noticed the paper was because the pattern on it had a very strange tone, which looked particularly strange under the light in the room.

The entire sheet of paper was painted in blue, and the middle was scribbled in black with a mess of lines, tangled together, and it was impossible to see what the outline meant. In addition, a simple triangle was painted in the center of the black line with bright yellow paint on the drawing paper, which was even more incomprehensible to Tang Juyi.

Picking up a piece of paper on the ground, Tang Juyi found that these papers were all discarded paintings without exception, and the patterns on the paintings were exactly the same as the paintings on the drawing board in front of him, all of them were painted with dark blue, as well as messy black lines, and yellow triangles.

"What? Want to be an abstract artist before you die? Take advantage of your time to run out and plan to be famous for centuries? ”

Looking at these drawing papers of unknown meaning on the ground, Tang Juyi certainly knew that these things were not randomly scribbled, and they were likely to be related to the "that thing" that they brought to the boat.

However, Tang Juyi currently can't understand the content of this painting, and the dried corpse on the ground can't stand up to explain his work to Tang Juyi in person, so there is only one choice left at the moment.

Psychic.

Not long ago, he had just experienced a painful lesson, but Tang Juyi would not stop there. On the contrary, it was precisely because of the touch that was close to death that he felt unprecedented excitement.

"So, let me see what kind of horror you've experienced......"

Tang Juyi whispered, and then tried to immerse himself in the state of communication with the Netherworld again, intending to establish some kind of connection with the dried corpse in front of him.

With his previous successful experience, Tang Juyi quickly grasped the unsearchable aura in his mind this time, found the trick of communicating with the Netherworld, and the cold field was once again released from his body and radiated to the body of this dry corpse.

Following that kind of guidance in the dark, Tang Juyi quickly allowed himself to resonate with the residual emotions in this dry corpse, so he also saw the experience of those days before his death.

At first, there was a locked door and a pile of daily necessities.

The lights were flickering, or maybe his eyes were flickering.

In front of him was a large area of blood, blurring his vision, and soaked his clothes, even his hands were splashed with a lot of blood, which looked shocking.

Tang Juyi watched his experience from the perspective of the deceased and felt the emotions in his heart.

Panic and remorse were the strongest colors that lingered in his heart. His every movement trembled, but not because of the blood, not because of the bloodstained axe, but because of something else.

He panicked not about what was happening now, but about what was going to happen.

Tang Juyi's spirit began to tremble, and he became very vulnerable under the influence of that panic, and he seemed to see the darkness that enveloped and invaded from all corners.

[I am responsible...... I must bury everything......]

The waving axe appeared in front of him, as well as the falling back, which made Tang Juyi's spirit tremble even more.

Watching his companion commit suicide in front of his eyes, all he left was uncontrollable remorse in addition to his sorrow.

[We were wrong from the beginning......]

[Don't let the error continue to spread!] 】

He locked himself in the room, facing the blank canvas, trying to record the images that appeared in his mind all the time, and wanted to let those who came after him know what he had been through.

But he couldn't, he was almost driven crazy by the feeling, and the horrors filled his vision, but the only thing he could do was draw those messy lines over and over again, and draw those quiet deep blues all over the paper.

Finally, he despaired, and he realized that this was not an existence that he could fight against by his own will, even if it was not nearby, but his eyes were fixed on him, like ants staring at the soles of his feet.

At this time, the picture Tang Juyi saw began to distort, as if it was caused by the appearance of something.

Tang Juyi could see that "he" took out a triangular stone slab hidden in his arms, which was carved with dense golden lines, as if the inside of the stone slab was cast with gold characters.

The triangular slate has an irresistible magic that makes you dazed just by looking at it.

The golden lines on the stone slab were constantly making strange fluctuations, as if they were guiding something, and as if they were calling for something.

Finally, he hid the golden slate in the mezzanine of his sketchboard, and then lost the last shred of faith in his survival, and collapsed in the corner of the room.

Tang Juyi suddenly sobered up, got out of that special state, and no longer experienced everything from the perspective of the deceased, but returned to the present.

Tang Juyi gasped for breath quickly, as if he had consumed a lot of physical strength, and even some of him couldn't stand firmly, and he almost fell to the ground.

The vision began to blur, but Tang Juyi was trying his best to restrain himself, constantly telling himself to stay awake, focusing on his pupils with all his might.

After a long time, this negative state disappeared completely, and Tang Juyi also took a long breath and sat on the ground:

"It's okay...... It's a lot easier than before......"

Shaking his head, Tang Juyi looked at the drawing board stand in the room, and his eyes seemed to see through the wooden board and saw what was hidden in it:

"Right there, right? The thing that caused all this chaos and madness? ”

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