Chapter 165: The Portrait
"Or ......" Qiao Keer grabbed his sleeve and refused to move forward. Forget it, it's dark and cold...... Let's go back to blowing the air conditioner and playing games. ”
"Hey, let me down......"
Li Yanyuan directly carried her on his shoulders and strode forward.
"Li Yanyuan, you let me down!"
The rusty lock opened with a single tug, and when you walked into the abandoned factory building, the temperature dropped significantly.
Li Yanyuan stopped, Qiao Ke'er hurriedly jumped off him, and muttered in a low voice: "Is your strength great?" Go back and wait for me to train my muscles, and pick you up like a chicken......"
There was nothing in the abandoned building, the black walls were all the traces of fire, and the steel bars of the building were covered with rust.
The whole building is like an empty shell, with a thick layer of dust accumulated on the ground.
The further she went, the more Qiao Keer felt that something was wrong.
It's normal to get humid in the suburbs, but it's also so cold here that people feel like they've fallen into an ice cave. The floor tiles under my feet are a little loose, and when I step on it, there is still water gushing out of the cracks of the bricks.
"Li Yanyuan, don't you think...... What's weird here? Qiao Keer looked up and followed closely behind him.
Li Yanyuan suddenly stopped, half-squatted on the ground, and stretched out his hand to remove the dust from the ground.
"This ......" Seeing the scene in front of her, Qiao Keer was shocked.
A layer of white quicklime was laid underneath, and a lot of metal pieces were inserted in the cracks of the bricks. Qiao Keer picked up a piece of metal and looked at it carefully, it seemed to be painted with something, and there was a faint smell of blood.
Li Yanyuan stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and said lightly: "It's human blood."
"Huh?" Qiao Keer was stunned for two seconds, and quickly threw away the metal piece in his hand. "How can anyone ...... blood?"
Qiao Keer looked up and looked around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a palm-sized mirror hanging on the wall at the staircase, and turned around to see that there was also a mirror on the wall behind her.
The two mirrors are facing each other, and under normal circumstances the mirrors cannot be placed in this way, unless...... This is a place to raise corpses!
Qiao Keer looked down at the quicklime on the ground, and suddenly thought of something. "Could the person who refined Meng Yu's ghost be hiding here?"
Li Yanyuan was silent for a while and nodded. "Well, it's possible."
It seems that the truth is getting closer and closer, but Qiao Keer is inexplicably a little uneasy in her heart.
"Bang-" A strange voice suddenly came from upstairs.
As soon as she reached the staircase on the third floor, Qiao Keer smelled a strange smell, as if something was burned.
Qiao Keer looked up and saw a fire not far away, and the smell came from there. When I got closer, I saw that the ground was full of wreaths of dead coins, and there was a pair of strange paper figures at the end of the corridor.
On the wall hangs a black-and-white photograph of a young man. There were also fruit bowls on the ground, and white smoke rose from the incense sticks in the cracks in the walls.
"Someone has been here......," Qiao Keer saw a few footprints on the ground.
She was a little curious, how could anyone come here to worship? And who is the man in the photo?
A cool swishing breath passed through Qiao Keer's ears, and she immediately raised her vigilance and looked back behind her.
There was nothing in the empty hallway, and when I looked back at the black-and-white photograph, the eyes on the posthumous image seemed to have changed somewhat......
She thought she was dazzled, so she rubbed her eyes and looked at it carefully.