[Don't go, friends in front, I have the same feeling as you. 】

[I was just scared half to death by the screams of the dog, and now come to Song Yi to feel the stability of the elderly group. 】

[Huh? Song Yi's initial room is so big? 】

[It's not the initial room, this is already an escape from the initial room, and the result is ...... was treated especially by the program team. 】

[After all, it's a woman who plays explosives, so it's not okay if you don't pay attention to it.] 】

[The worst thing is the lock, did you just see it, the lock is going to be opened from the outside, and my head flew with laughter when I first saw it. 】

Song Yi found a children's picture book in the second ward.

The first few pages of the album are very cute and normal, but after a few pages, the drawings are suddenly gone, and they are all blank sheets.

Song Yi continued to flip back without believing in evil, and suddenly turned out a big grimace drawn on a black background with red crayons.

The people who ate melons were stunned, but Song Yi continued to flip back without any reaction, as if he hadn't seen such a strange painting at all.

And judging from her facial expressions, she was really not scared at all, and even a little ...... Abandon?

When she finished flipping through the entire album, she put the album aside and continued to look for other clues, and when she searched the entire ward to make sure that there were no other clues and was about to leave, she suddenly saw the camera.

Song Yi: "......"

I'm an emotional camera: "......"

After looking at each other for three seconds, Song Yi decisively sat down on the dilapidated hospital bed, and then patted his chest and said very distractedly: "I'm scared of the baby." ”

【？？ 】

【？？？？ 】

It's Song Yi's unique row again, and after the audience swiped the question marks all over the screen, a high-level barrage floated by.

[Program group: You TM didn't scare, you didn't scare, you were scared by your uncaring acting performance, we don't want to lose face? ] 】

Song Yi, who had completed the task, entered the next ward, but the result was unexpectedly empty.

Continue to the next ......

Or nothing......

Next one......

Still not......

This zero continued into the last four wards, which were different from all the previous ones.

Take, for example, the penultimate ward.

It was separated from the previous ward, the wall separating the two rooms as if it had been deliberately reinforced, and then the last four wards were each spaced the same distance from each other.

The doors of these four rooms are also strange, not normal sliding doors, but iron doors, and there is an iron bar door outside the iron gate.

The doors of these four wards were all open, and Song Yi naturally had no reason not to go in and see.

The walls of the penultimate ward were no longer white, with red and black numbers on them, as if they were counting down.

And the strange thing is that, according to normal logic, no matter what kind of paint you use to write on the wall, it should be lighter and lighter.

But the numbers on this wall are all very full of color, and there are no lighter parts at all.

This can cause many associations, but they are all more terrifying, Song Yi thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better to think about the relationship and meaning of these numbers than to investigate how these words were written, and write them so lightly and moderately.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yi discovered.

It doesn't make sense, she can't see it anyway, it should just be a simple countdown.

If it's a countdown.......

Song Yi slowly looked at the door.