"And what scares that 'butcher'?"

As soon as he began to read the notes found on the coffee table in the butcher's room, Zhang Luo suddenly became interested, and did not even run away from the butcher's room immediately, but made a big smug on the steel sofa and began to read the contents of the notebook:

"The guy moved in in March. At that time, Mr. Zhang, who lived next door, had just died suddenly, and no one in the neighborhood dared to rent the house of 312, but that person was not afraid at all, and even though I reminded him that 'there was a dead person in the house', he still moved in. ”

"That man said his surname was Wang, was he a man or a woman? It seems to be a man...... I can't remember exactly. Anyway, after he moved into 312, I was guilty here. ”

"Ever since the man moved into room 312, he hasn't come out since. It didn't matter to me, but he was in the room all day making strange noises, sometimes sirens, sometimes wolf howling, and even screams and whimpering women. ”

"I knocked on his door several times for this, but every time I knocked on the door, the sound suddenly disappeared."

"Later, I reacted with the landlord, and the landlord took out the key to the 312 and wanted to open the door, but found that it couldn't be inserted into the lock hole at all, and we were all wondering what was going on, and we were considering whether to call the police."

Then, I made a choice that I still regret: I bought a telescope and went to the window of Room 312 in the next building. I saw ......"

As soon as he read this, there was a sudden "bang" in front of the door of the butcher's house, and Zhang Luo looked up suddenly, only to hear the crisp sound of metal objects falling to the ground, and a rush of footsteps.

Da Da Da ......

The frequency of the footsteps was so fast that it sounded like a man in leather shoes was running, and it was probably the "butcher" himself who was patrolling the second floor just now!

"The butcher was scared away?"

Realizing that the "butcher" who had made his ghost premonition go crazy, his heart was beating wildly, he actually ran away. Zhang Luo looked at the position in front of the door in surprise.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the butcher's room and poked his head out, he saw that the door of room 312 next to him suddenly closed, and the "cobwebs" that were originally covering the door were scattered all over the ground, revealing an iron-gray door panel and a simple door number with black letters on a white background:

312。

- What did the butcher see that made him feel fear of Room 312?

Thinking about this question, Zhang Luo did not immediately open the door of Room 312, but bent down first and picked up the long knife stained with blood on the ground, the slightly curved blade, flashing a dangerous light in the gloomy corridor.

Since this place is not in the real world, there is no way to open the storage space, so he can only use this "local material" weapon.

Although it can't be compared to the triangle-headed broadsword, this meter-long scimitar is enough to deal with most monsters in Zhang Luo's hands - with the addition of the "Killing Mark" and the "Assassination Master" ability, his melee combat ability is far beyond the reach of ordinary heretical creatures!

Clenching the long knife in his hand, he stepped forward, grabbed the spherical doorknob of Room 312, and twisted it vigorously.

Click!

The door was unresponsive.

After trying to twist it a few more times, the door still couldn't be opened, and Zhang Luo suddenly flew up and kicked on the dusty door panel, making a gong-like crashing sound.

Boom!

Even so, the door to Room 312 still didn't open. Zhang Luo sighed and stood in the corridor to open the butcher's notebook, intending to continue reading the rest of the content. But......

When I turned to the next page, I saw that part of the paper in the middle had been torn off, and there was no text written on the next few pages.

"Damn, can't you write a little smaller?"

Zhang Luo cursed, casually stuffed the notebook into his pocket, returned to the butcher's room covered with metal plates, and began to look for clues about the next room.

Whether it's the living room, kitchen or bathroom, there's nothing worth caring about. However, a small hole in the wall next to the metal bedside table in the bedroom attracted Zhang Luo's attention.

The round hole was only the thickness of a little finger, and since there were no signs of chiseling on the metal wall here, it seemed to have been chiseled from the next door, and the room next to this room was the mysterious room 312.

"Then let me see you for what you really are, the old king next door?"

Zhang Luo laughed, squatted on the wall of the bedroom, put his left eye in front of the small hole, and observed the scene of Room 312 through the wall.

He only saw ...... It was utter darkness.

Immediately afterwards, this "collector", who had experienced many battles and seen all kinds of heretical creatures, instantly lost consciousness.

“……”

Click, click.

The sound of slippers on the floor wandering through the dark L-shaped corridor. The black-and-white landscape paintings hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor look like eyes that are peering into the hallway.

A long-haired woman stumbles down the hallway.

Her cloak and hair are like a female ghost that haunts at night. But the blue coat she wore on her upper body still revealed her true identity.

"Let me go out ......"

Lin Miao opened her lips, which were cracked by dryness, and made a hoarse sound.

Trapped here for an unknown amount of time, all her tears have long since dried up, and only boundless despair remains.

A baby's cry can be heard in the toilet next to it, and the electronic watch next to the hallway shows the number "00:00". On the wooden table on the other side, a group photo of a man and a woman suspected to be husband and wife is displayed.

Step forward into the deep darkness. Opening the door at the end of the corridor will bring you back to this seemingly small space, like a Möbius ring that can be looped infinitely, and it will never end.

She'd tried all sorts of things, but she couldn't figure out how to get out of here. Only on the old radio on one side of the corridor was a man broadcasting news in Chinese. Although she has never learned that language, Lin Miao can fully understand the meaning of the news:

An office worker killed his pregnant wife and daughter with a reshoot, and then killed himself with a bullet.

Lin Miao couldn't remember where he had heard this kind of news, and from the language of the broadcast, it could be inferred that the location of the incident was not in China. She always felt that she might be in the murder house where the murder had occurred. But......

"What the hell is this...... Where ......"

Her desperate cries echoed through the hallway.

Then, from the toilet next to it, a dull crashing sound sounded.

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That's right, it's P.T. 23333 (To be continued.) )