Bang.

A heavy knock on the door shattered the silence in room 205, and Zhang Luo, who was still holding the upper body of the corpse, quietly stopped in place.

The extreme fear brought about by the "ghost premonition" kept flowing in the blood, making Zhang Luo's eyes widen slightly, but the expression on his face did not show any signs of fear, but raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly, showing undisguised excitement.

-- For this curiosity lover, I haven't felt such a level of "fear" for a long time. And this incredible "fear" made him even more excited!

What is it about that "butcher" standing outside the door that can bring such a strong sense of danger?

Continuing to make up for the other party's appearance, Zhang Luo bent down and put the corpse in his arms aside, and on the left arm that had been implanted by the Night Mother with a killing mark, a pitch-black serpentine coat of arms slowly emerged from under the skin.

It doesn't matter if you're unarmed, your body is the best weapon for a true killer!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The butcher in front of the door did not continue to knock, but instead smashed the door.

Just when Zhang Luo had already clenched his left fist and was ready to go head-to-head with the butcher who broke through the door, the rhythmic sound of slamming the door suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterward, the footsteps of the leather shoes moved to the right, and it sounded like the butcher was walking towards the right side of the hallway.

――You can take this opportunity to leave.

Realizing that the butcher was heading towards the end of the corridor, Zhang Luo picked up the corpse on the ground, held the cold upper body in his arms with his left hand, held the doorknob with his right hand, and counted three with his eyes closed.

Three.

Two.

One!

"Click!"

Twisting the round handle as fast as he could, Zhang Luo slammed open the door, lowered his center of gravity and jumped out of room 205 like a cheetah, and before he had time to confirm the current condition of the "butcher" on the other side of the corridor, he had already rushed through the corridor into the stairs leading to the first floor, and then jumped down the stairs in three steps and two steps, throwing the half of the cold corpse in his arms into the cylindrical room of the garbage passage.

After turning around to confirm the situation of the staircase, and listening intently for a while, he found that the butcher did not chase after him, Zhang Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the bloody wall of the stairwell, and then suddenly laughed:

"Let's play with the eggs!"

Although he should be able to kill the "butcher" patrolling the corridor, he didn't do that, and had a brief confrontation with the guy. And the circumstance just now reminded Zhang Luo of playing hide and seek with his classmates in his childhood, and he was suddenly excited.

-- It's been a long time since he's felt like this kind of "heart-pounding."

Although it wasn't really "scared", even that made him very excited!

So the question is, where are the other parts of the body hidden?

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo looked down at the sticky stairs under his feet, and just like just now, a dirty note appeared under his feet, which was written in crooked words:

"The lower half of the body is in room 312, and the butcher's room is next door, be careful not to disturb him, he is angry now."

After reading the contents of the note, Zhang Luo casually put the note into his pocket, walked up the dark and damp stairwell to the third floor, and opened the door in the stairwell that seemed to be wrapped in a mess of rotten meat.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he opened the door of the three-story corridor, a black thing flew out from the top of his head, but fortunately, Zhang Luo reacted quickly and fell down in time, otherwise he would definitely be hit squarely.

When I looked back, the pitch-black objects that looked like swarms were long gone. Zhang Luo stood up, looked at the black clothes stained with blood on his body, and shook his head helplessly:

"I can't wear this garment again."

As the fastest uniform-changing member of the Strange Tales Society, Frankenstein would frown at the clothes on his body every time he returned to the base, and then take out a new piece of clothing from the storage space and hand it to him.

However, now does not seem to be the time to think about this......

Walking into the corridor on the third floor, a strange smell like mothballs came to his face, which made Zhang Luo sneeze again.

Unlike the "bloody set" below, this level is a cool gray-green hue, and the walls are covered in cobweb-like enigmatic substances, sealing many of the doors on either side of the hallway.

"What's that?"

Zhang Luo stood in front of a white "spider web" on the wall, tentatively reached out and touched it, the cold touch flowed from his fingertips all over his body, making him retract his right hand like an electric shock, and his body shook unconsciously.

――It's not just a low temperature, it's supposed to have some bad effects on your body.

If it's not necessary, it's better not to touch it casually.

Realizing this, Zhang Luo did not continue to check the "cobweb". Just walk through the hallway and look at the room doors on both sides, looking for the ones that are not covered in cobwebs.

Most of the doors were covered by ominous "cobwebs", and in some places the spider grid was dense outside, and the outline of a human figure appeared underneath, as if it was wrapped in someone.

I soon found the door of room 312, unfortunately, the door was also blocked by white "cobwebs", but the door of room 311 next to it was completely free of any cobwebs, revealing a pitch-black metal door panel.

"This is supposed to be the butcher's room, right?"

Remembering that the note said "The butcher's room is next door", Zhang Luo suddenly became interested again, reached out and grabbed the U-shaped handle on the iron door, and pulled it hard.

His strength was so great that the black iron door let out a "Boom!" There was a loud bang, but it didn't move.

Looking at the keyhole next to the handle, Zhang Luo took out the key he found from the toilet cubicle on the basement floor from his pocket, easily inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it to the right.

With the "click" of unlocking, the door of the butcher's room slowly opened outward.

Knowing that it was impossible for the butcher to live without his own key, Zhang Luo didn't bother to turn around and lock the door this time, but just walked into this relatively normal looking house and observed the internal structure:

Similar to Lin Miao's cottage, this room consists of a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen connected to the living room, and a bathroom next to the bedroom.

Unlike the other rooms, the butcher's room is covered with heavy-looking red iron plates on the ceiling, walls, and floor, and the whole room is like some kind of torture interrogation room. Even the various pieces of furniture are made of solid metal.

"Huh?"

Immediately found the clue, Zhang Luo walked quickly to the metal coffee table in the living room, reached out and grabbed a notebook with a black cover that lay flat on the coffee table, the paper inside was crumpled and exuded a faint smell of blood.

He casually turned the first page, only to see it written in flowing lines:

"To be honest, the tenant next door is driving me crazy......" (To be continued.) )