"Oops!" The Dead Disciple screamed and rushed to the edge of the slab, his hands desperately trying to push it back away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoNo matter how hard he tried, the slate didn't move at all.

When he saw me standing by, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't look at it, come here to help!" ”

"It's useless, judging from this width and height, this slate weighs a thousand pounds, and the thickness is unknown, so it's impossible for the two of us to shake it, save some effort."

"But now Yaolong and they are still outside, if you don't get this stone away, how can you take them out?!" The Dead Apostles looked a little anxious.

I calmly said, "Have you forgotten something......"

"Forgot something?" The Dead Apostle stopped, looking at me quizzically.

"We're in a state of resentment right now, have you forgotten? If we can get rid of the grievances, we can return to the real world, and the key issue now is to find a way out of the grievances as soon as possible, rather than wasting our energy here. ”

After hearing this, the Dead Apostle gradually calmed down and said, "You are the only one of the four of us who has entered the grievance realm and escaped from it, and you are the only one who can find a way." ”

"I'll show you something...... I said, I took out the photo I picked up from the previous layer and handed it to the Dead Apostle, "According to my previous experience, there is actually only one subject in this grievance, and that is the creator of this grievance, which can be said to be an invincible existence in the grievance, even if you kill it ten thousand times, it is useless. ”

He pointed to the picture and said, "You show me this picture, which means that the creator of the grievance may be one of the three people?" ”

"I think it's the man in the photo,......" I said, and I suddenly remembered why I thought the woman in the photo looked familiar. It turned out that she was the female ghost I foresaw in the previous layer, because she had no eyes and her facial features were a little distorted, so I didn't recognize it at a glance.

The Dead Apostle muttered to himself, "Why can't it be this woman, or a child?" ”

I explained: "I met the woman in the photo on the previous floor, and she also asked me for help, and combined with the experience of the hotel waiter before, if this woman was a grievance maker, she would definitely not let the waiter go so easily, let alone ask him for help." ”

As for children, it is actually impossible, because resentment is generated by strong resentment, and children have little experience and insufficient experience, so it is difficult to accumulate such strong resentment. So judging by this, the only person who created this grievance could be the man. ”

After hearing this, the Dead Apostle handed me back the picture and said, "It sounds reasonable, but you see that the three people in the picture are smiling and looking very happy, how can they ......?"

Hearing the Dead Apostle ask, I fell into deep thought, "yes, how can a family of three who seem to be happy have such a strong grudge?" What kind of tragedy is hidden here...... "I tried to connect all the known threads in my mind.

"The quarrel between men and women, the crying of children, the plea for help of women...... The first layer, the second layer, the third ......" Thinking of this, I suddenly understood something, and said to the Dead Apostles: "Let's go forward, there must be a clue ahead!" Only by finding all the clues can we know how to overcome this grievance. ”

The Dead Apostle was a little puzzled, but he had no choice but to follow me.

"Let's go, let's see what's ahead first, and then make plans......," he said, and the two of them walked towards the corner one after the other......

As soon as I walked around the corner, I noticed another corridor of comparable length in front of me, but this time there were two entrances. One, a dozen paces away from the corner, in the middle of the hallway, at this intersection to the left. The other is at the end of the hallway, turn right.

"Two roads, do you want us to go our separate ways?" Dead Apostle asked.

I saw that he wanted to separate, and hurriedly said: "Resolutely no, if this kind of dispersion, not only can you not find a way out faster, but it is more dangerous, haven't you watched horror movies and horror novels?" It's all because of separate actions that people die! ”

The Dead Apostle was a little upset when he saw that I had rejected him, and asked, "Since you don't agree to go separately, which way do you say you should go?" ”

"Don't worry, let's see ......," I said, walking slowly towards the first intersection, and as soon as I reached the intersection, a pungent rancid smell hit my face, and my head was dizzy.

I pinched my nose and turned my head to Situ and said, "Okay, now we can go our separate ways, you take this road, and I take the ...... in front."

He was following me at this time, and he also smelled the disgusting rancid smell, "No, no, no, now I think you are right, we can't go our separate ways." ”

I didn't continue to tease him, but said with a serious face: "The smell from here is unusually weird, I don't know what monster is hidden behind, let's go to the front and take a look." ”

With that, I took the lead, bypassing the stinking entrance and coming around the corner at the end of the hallway.

I looked sideways around the corner and said, "It seems safe and doesn't smell bad." With that, he walked in first, followed by the Dead Apostles.

After just a few steps, I found that this corridor also has two intersections, one in the middle and the other at the end. This time, however, the direction is completely opposite, with the middle intersection facing the right and the end of the intersection facing the left.

I looked back at the Dead Apostle, and was about to speak, but before I could speak, he preemptively said, "Don't worry, let's see, let's see, let's talk......"

I smiled and said, "I didn't plan to go separately, I just wanted to feel a little weird, and I wanted to ask you ......"

"Ask what?" The Dead Apostles were puzzled.

"I feel a little weird about this layer, what can I say......"

Seeing that I was speechless for a moment, the Dead Apostle took me and said, "You mean to say that this place is a bit like a labyrinth, don't you?" ”

I nodded yes and said, "If this place is really a labyrinth, what is its purpose, if it is really the creator of the resentment to trap the entrant, the combat power of the previous two layers of monsters is definitely more than enough, why do you need to generate this thing." ”

"Emotions, or ...... emotions," the Dead Apostle's words woke me up, and I suddenly came to my senses, "yes, I didn't think that it was emotions, these spaces indirectly diffracted the emotions of the grievance makers. ”

"Did you think of anything?" Seeing that I was thinking, he patted me gently.

"Huh?" I came back to my senses and said, "I was thinking about what you said, and suddenly I understood something, plus what I had thought of earlier...... I think we'll be able to get out soon! ”

Seeing that I didn't want to speak directly, the Dead Apostle anxiously asked, "Don't you play dumb riddles every time, just say what you have!" ”

"The clues are not complete yet, some places have not been fully connected, and I can't fully explain it if I have to say it, and I will naturally tell you when I find all the clues......"

With that, I turned around and walked towards the intersection in the middle of the hallway.

Before I could get there, a sweet and sour smell spread through my nose, the smell was like freshly squeezed orange juice, and I suddenly remembered that since I entered the grievance situation, I didn't get a drop of water, and I only felt that my mouth was watering.

"What does this smell like, it's so fragrant~" The Dead Apostle said as he followed.

Hearing his words, I instantly dispelled my urge to take this path, and said, "No matter what the smell is, I feel that in this kind of place, as long as there are these smells, there must be danger, so let's go and see the road ahead first." ”

With that, I dragged the Dead Apostle towards the next intersection.

"Look, there's something up ahead......" I said, pausing in front of the intersection and stopping the Dead Apostles following behind me.

In this silent space, any sudden sound heard is enough to give goosebumps to you.

I hurriedly pulled the Dead Apostle aside and peered out against the wall alone. About 10 steps from the corner, a child was walking with his back to us.

Judging from his size, he should be seven or eight years old, he was wearing short-sleeved shorts, covered in wounds, and while walking slowly, he muttered in a low voice: "Mom said these are treasures, but why did Dad tear them......

Hearing this, I looked at the position of his hand, and although it was facing away from us, I could still tell from the raised arm that he was indeed holding something in both hands.

"I'm going to hide them, because these things can restore my house to its original state......" said the little boy and hummed a song, "My sister carried the doll on her back ~ went to the garden to see the cherry blossoms ~ the doll cried and called her mother ......"

Hearing this, my heart sank, "Isn't this that horror nursery rhyme?!" Why is it singing from the mouth of this child! ”

Thinking about it, seeing that the kid didn't notice me, I continued to listen, "One day Dad was drunk ~ picked up the axe and walked to Mom~ Daddy, Dad cut a lot ~ The red blood stained the wall red~ Mom's head rolled under the bed......"

Suddenly, his singing stopped abruptly, and I thought he had spotted me, and hurriedly retracted his head, and the Dead Apostle wanted to ask me what I had found, so I quickly covered his mouth and made a silent gesture to him.

At this time, the child's voice came again, and he muttered softly: "Where should I hide the baby next, the kitten and my favorite fruit have already hidden some for me, what should I do, I don't like puppies, but I can't let my father find ......" Because the voice was too small and only barely able to hear part of it, the rest of the content is unknown.

When the Dead Apostle heard him, he pulled my hand away and said in a very faint voice, "Could the clue you are talking about be the treasure of his mouth?" ”

I nodded and whispered, "It could be ......"

With that, I crept out of the corner, led the Dead Apostle back to the sweet-smelling intersection, and said to him, "He mentioned his favorite fruit, and this might be it." ”

Then I walked in quickly, and the hallway was not very long, and it took me a few steps to reach the end.

At the end of the day I saw a hidden door on my left, and without saying a word, I stretched out my hand and pushed it open.

I saw a table in the center of the all-white room, with a glass of orange liquid on the table, and a piece of paper pressed under the cup.

"Is that where the smell comes from?" Dead Apostle said.

Ignoring him, I stepped forward and pulled the paper out from under the cup, faintly seeing some words written on it.

Before I could take a closer look, I heard a ghostly voice behind me, "You... What do you want to do to my baby! ”

Hearing this, I hurriedly turned around and looked back, only to see that the little boy I saw around the corner was standing behind me at this time, staring straight at me with his empty eyes......