The fire made by two barrels of gasoline could completely engulf this "art pavilion".

It's just that it's not the real world at the moment, and after the flames burned all the models in the corridor, it didn't take long for a burst of cold air to overflow from the walls, slowly controlling the fire, so that the flames in the corridor could not overflow and were completely extinguished within ten minutes.

There was a pungent mixture in the air—the smell of roasted rotting corpses and the smell of burning polyethylene—and Lu Ran and Huang Ying controlled the "Hell Trench Coat" to resist the disgusting smell.

But...... Inside the pile of rotting corpses burned by the flames, something was still moving.

Click!

The chain was waved, crushing the charred corpse, and the "ascetic" who ignored the damage of the flames crawled out of the corpse pile and returned to Lu Ran's side.

For the first time, the ascetic spoke.

Inside his pitch-black sharp teeth, an irregular tongue curled and wriggled in a creepy hoarse man's voice that uttered the language of hell:

"The host...... The exit is on this level, please follow me. ”

"Wait a minute."

Having just solved the danger of the second layer, Lu Ran needed to rest a little.

"Classmate Lu Ran, I really have your ......" Huang Ying was impressed by Lu Ran's performance.

"Hey, basic operation...... I'm a master of gas. ”

Lu Ran stared at the hundreds of corpses in the corridor, and whispered: "Actually, it is also considering that the 'photographer' ignores the damage of the flames, and it doesn't matter if you run out of gasoline. In addition, the "ascetic" himself has been scorched by the lava of hell, and using him in the stairwell is just enough to gather the plastic models together and burn them all in one fire. ”

"It's growing up pretty fast...... Keep up the good work. ”

Huang Ying padded her feet and kissed Lu Ran lightly on the cheek.

This kiss made Lu Ran take off a lot of tiredness.

Huang Ying moved her somewhat sore wrist and looked up at the gloomy and silent third layer: "Let's go...... On the last floor, we'll be able to leave in a moment. ”

"Wait a minute......"

Perhaps because of the visual enhancement obtained after using eye liquid, Lu Ran vaguely glimpsed the charred black carrion between the corridors, and there seemed to be some white object.

Lu Ran resisted the stench, crossed the pile of corpses to the middle, and reached out to touch the charred minced meat......

"Yikes!"

Who knows, there is actually a model's head inside that is not completely dead, opening its mouth full of fangs, and biting directly into Lu Ran's palm.

It's just that Lu Ran is unusually calm, and his hands, which are protected by "canine skin gloves", clasp the upper and lower jaws of the model's head and pull hard!

Syllable!

The head was torn in half, the plastic shell crumbled, and the warm cherry blossom dew flowed all over the ground from the flames that had just been burned by the flames.

"Found it."

Lu Ran pulled out a unique white filament from the deepest part.

As the white silk was pulled out, the corpses of these models immediately turned into black smoke and inhaled into the walls of the art pavilion.

What's more, what's even more bizarre is that the white mist that was originally diffused between the second floor also poured up the stairs and sucked into the white silk thread that Lu Ran had found.

"Huh?!"

Lu Ran was afraid that something would happen, so he hurriedly stored the white silk in the "stomach pouch".

Tick tick! A prompt sound immediately came from the mobile phone, and Lu Ran had harvested some kind of "treasure".

Huang Ying looked suspicious, "Your luck is really good...... This white thread is opposed to the black thread of the "photographer", which is probably the fundamental reason why the dead bodies of these models can move freely. ”

"Fortunately, the experience of playing games has not been lost, this is the basic common sense of playing games, and you must remember to 'touch the corpse' when you kill a monster. The mobs may also burst out of the good stuff...... Time is pressing, wait until this matter is resolved, and then check out what kind of treasure this "white silk thread" is. ”

After Lu Ran gave the order to find the exit, the ascetic continued to act.

"Bang dang!"

Dragging the chain, he officially stepped onto the third floor, which is also the topmost area of the art museum.

A completely different structure from the first two floors.

The third floor has no cubicles or a single art gallery, and the whole is an open hall.

In the very center of the hall is a black camera.

If you look closely, you can see that the third floor is even darker.

Just as Lu Ran stepped on it, it was visible to the naked eye that wisps of black mist slowly overflowed from the cracks in the surrounding walls of the third floor.

The spilling dark mist was eroding the third layer, eroding away a few dim sconces...... In a short period of time, the entire third layer was completely plunged into darkness, and the five fingers could not be seen.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a 'monster' staring at everyone.

"The third layer is dominated by [black], and the second layer is dominated by [white]...... Black and white camera?! Is this the true attribute of a photographer's important camera? ”

…………

At this time, a small road leads to the shopping street of the North District.

The "photographer" who escaped from the art academy became more and more unwell.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Currently, he is propped up next to a tree and coughing.

There were still several disgusting tentacle-like substances coughed up from his mouth...... and the "photographer's" pigtails, which were originally tied to the back of his head, were now completely scattered, and his image was completely gone.

The trees he touched also withered and decayed in a short time.

As far as the eye can see, nearly 80% of the trees in this grove have withered, as if all the vitality has been drained by this "photographer".

"Abominable woman, hurt my origin...... Just absorbing these trees won't allow me to recover. I had to go into hiding and spend months recovering...... However, my 'final art exhibition' at Taurus University has not yet been completed, and the task assigned to me by [Adult] has not yet been fulfilled. ”

After the physical condition was temporarily relaxed, the photographer went to a small stream, pulled out the [eyeball] and cleaned it.

Who knows, in the process of cleaning, his body trembled suddenly...... The eyeball in his hand accidentally came out of his hand and flowed quickly along the stream.

"My camera ......"

Feeling that the "black and white camera" is being damaged, the "photographer" has no intention of salvaging the eyeballs.

Cracking sound! Directly from the lower body of the photographer, a number of beautiful and delicate female arms grow to assist movement, and the running speed reaches the maximum speed that a battery car can achieve (60km/h), which is not comparable to humans.

At the same time, the 'replicas' arranged by the "photographers" in various areas of the school were called upon to move towards the shopping street in the North District.

If Lu Ran fails to leave the camera world before the "photographer" arrives, everything will be over.

"Who!?"

The moving photographer suddenly stopped, twisted his head 180 degrees, and looked at the dead wood grove that had been drained of life essence, but did not find anything.

Since the camera is searching for damage, it is impossible for the photographer to go back and search carefully and move on.

After a while, Yan Musen, who was wearing a newsboy hat, slowly 'grew' out of the dead wood forest......

"The alertness is really high...... Since heterophilia is related to the eyes, it should belong to the category of [Chang Yi], which has more outstanding insight. ”

Yan Musen edited the information and sent it to the firm group:

"The target is coming, be careful to conceal it, and never allow it to be exposed."

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