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He has always been known as the father of creation.

But beneath the harmless surface, there may also be a blood-colored gallows.

Curiosity kills lions.

I don't know, where will the desire to explore the unknown world surging in your heart lead you?

Is it the pinnacle? Or is it a deep valley?

Come on, it's time for you to play chess.

You only have one move, how do you choose?

"Click."

The door that had been closed seemed to be like a sharp sword, cutting through the smell of blood that permeated the room.

It temporarily freed my sense of smell and my tense thoughts.

I hid the pistol around my waist, and the wide T-shirt easily concealed the bulge of the gun, I hoped that it would not attract the attention of others, and carrying a gun in public was not a good girl's behavior.

But things weren't going well in the hallway, the floor beneath my feet was covered in droplet-like blood that hadn't yet coagulate, and I let go of my left hand gripping the doorknob.

On the floor beneath my feet, where the kidnappers had stood not long ago, I was silent, imagining how he leaned his shoulders against the door, and with a slight tremble, pushed open the wooden door, blood dripping down his arms and clothes, and he pushed it open with the last of his strength, stepping on his own blood, leaving a mess of bloody footprints. But alas, after entering this room, he never came out again.

When you look up slightly, you will be greeted by a slightly narrow corridor.

For some reason, the snow-white wall was smeared with staggered blood stains, splashing traces, as if someone had torn an artery in an instant, and warm blood gushed out and was absorbed by the wall, leaving shocking traces. The wooden floor near the wall, not far away, can faintly see bloody footprints and traces of the fight. In the dark hallway, the only half-open window behind me became a light source that slightly illuminated the hallway, and the breeze outside the window blew into the hallway, slightly blowing away the smell of blood around it.

Shocking bloodstains.

It was as if the victim was sobbing silently.

I held my breath, leaned against the wall, and moved little by little, towards the stairs at the other end of the hallway.

The corridor, silent in the silence of a cemetery.

It's so quiet.

It was so quiet that even the sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the wooden floor was clearly discernible.

The silence was like a bottomless swamp, engulfing every highly tense nerve.

The bloody corridor, quietly deep into the bone marrow, enveloped in the deepest fears of the soul, like a lurking hunter, gradually opened its bloody mouth, to tear and devour all life. Suppressing the instinct of nausea and vomiting, my right hand quietly reached behind me, touched the bulging position on my waist, felt the hard texture of the pistol, and felt a trace of peace in my heart.

The matter has come to this point, and there is no way back.

All the doors of the rooms in the corridor were closed, and I didn't know exactly what time it was, but I looked up and saw that the ceiling of the corridor was slightly arched, and at intervals there were half-cut columns protruding from the wall, and the tops of the pillars were carved with some winged angels, staring at the ceiling with open eyes and empty eyes.

It's like being in a church.

But the irony is that the church, which is supposed to be blessed by the Holy Light, is baptized with blood. These blood-splattered masters, like sacrifices to the gods, were taken from their lives, leaving only traces of blood, weeping silently, and being carried into the deepest darkness.

God, when did you start taking pleasure in killing?

Fingertips brushed against the slightly rough walls, and I coughed slightly, cautiously walking past the closed doors.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor are closed doors, some with glass to see through the glass, while others have completely wooden doors. I don't know what the difference between the doors means, but I suspect that behind each wooden door is a storage room, and each door with glass may be a storage room for everyday books.

Will it be the place I'm looking for?

Church Library......

The thought of the strange blood words floating on the glass made my heart full of doubts.

It's like finding a little light of dawn in a desolate desert, even though you know that you may lose your life here, you still have to choose to go.

It's like receiving the realm of the gods, and in the dark, guiding me to that unknown place.

A voice beckoned from the bottom of my heart.

Urging.

It's as if you're attracted by a magnet, step by step, towards what might be the destination of a predator with a bloody mouth.

"Sand—"

The silence in the corridor was broken by a voice from the front of me, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat, and my right hand clenched the pistol at my waist.

Holding my breath, I could tell the sound was coming from the room closest to me on the left, just behind the closed door.

Well......

It shouldn't be very difficult, right?

Just aim at the enemy and buckle the plate.

I comforted myself silently, my shoulders against the wall, strands of hair brushing against the rough wall. In the quiet of the corridor, the sound was fleeting and silent, and I bent my body in an instinctive defensive posture, gradually closing the distance between me and the door.

Stairs, just a short way ahead.

Perhaps, I can get out of this creepy blood-colored corridor by running straight over, but it is also possible that the sound of footsteps will attract the attention of someone in the room, or rather, a creature, as I run over.

I shudder at the thought of the shocking bite on the neck of the corpse leaning against the door.

What exactly killed him? I have no certainty that I will be able to resist the same attack.

Moving to the wooden door, I saw that it was a door inlaid with glass, and I bent down under the glass to keep myself out of sight. When I lowered my eyes with my left ear against the cold door, I noticed that there were traces of dragging on the wooden floor near the door frame, and the continuous blood continued to the other side of the door, and the blood had not yet completely coagulated, and I could still feel a slight sticky feeling when I stepped on it.

A dark cloud of unwanted premonitions hung over me, and I breathed cautiously, like a rabbit dormant in the grass, looking around with my ears open, but I heard no other sounds.

No sound of any dangerous creatures approaching was heard.

But......

Sometimes silence is the scariest thing.

Cold sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I could only secretly hope that the pistol in my hand could be used.

Straightening up slightly, a little, a little, looking through the glass, I could see everything in the room - the floor near the door was a large pool of blood that had not yet coagulated, a few meters away from the door, there was a man lying on his stomach, he was on the stomach down, blood was spreading under him, he was wearing a white shirt, black pants, his hands were raised at the sides of his head, but the scalp at the back of his head was torn for some reason, revealing the eerie skull and hair tissue, the flesh from the back of the neck to the shoulders was torn, and the blood vessels were bursting, I could see his shoulder blades and stretched muscles, his face facing the wall beside him, the muscles of his mouth seemed to be torn apart, and I squinted my eyes and could vaguely see his teeth......

A tragic death.

My stomach churned, my stomach churned, my throat was aching, and I looked away.

Third corpse......

Squinting, I endured a disgusting look at the corpse lying on the ground, through the door, but I could still imagine the strong smell of blood in the room, the corpse had wounds on its abdomen and back, and the blood gushing out stained almost his entire shirt, soaking from the ventral side to most of his back. One of his leather shoes was missing, revealing his black socks, as if he had been left behind in his haste to dodge an attack. He did not have any weapons in his hand, but there were obvious signs of bites on his right wrist.

He must have resisted, struggled.

But......

He wasn't the one who made the noise.

I scrutinized, remembering the sound I had just heard, there was nothing around the corpse, there was sticky blood all over the body, and he couldn't have made the sound I heard before he died, similar to the sound I heard the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground quickly.

Am I being too careful?

Too much tension in the nerves, leading to auditory hallucinations......

Caught off guard, I remembered the kidnappers' words over the walkie-talkie before they died.

Somewhere, one that can run......

It seems like...... Missing a detail.

In silence, I saw the corpse's left fingers suddenly move slightly, like a frog's leg that had been electrocuted in a lab class.

What the?

I shifted slightly, closer to the glass, trying to get a better view of the body.

Silent corridors.

I held my breath, all my attention focused on the body that had fallen to the ground......

"Squeak......

My shoes stomped on a wooden floor, making a discordant sound.

"Bang!"

A human head hit the glass of the door from the inside, and I subconsciously screamed a little, and the next moment I hurriedly covered my mouth. A pale man pressed against the other side of the glass, his bloody mouth open and trying to bite my face through the glass, he slammed the door hard, his teeth on the hard glass, broken, and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't stop in the slightest because of the pain. His eyes were bloodshot, a patch of skin was missing from the left cheek, bright red musculature could be seen, his low, beast-like roar came from behind the door, blood in his throat splattered against the glass as he sounded, I took a step back, and he slammed hard against the door.

He's been in the room all the time, all the time!

He's snooping, trying to kill me!

I looked in amazement at the scarlet eyes, lifeless pupils, his blood seemed to be completely black, and the black veins on his cheeks lined with pale skin were particularly terrifying.

"Bang-bang-"

The sound of a violent crash shattered the silence of the corridor.

Instinctively, I took a step back, my heart in my throat, and subconsciously glanced at the lock of the door—it seemed that it could fall at any moment under his repeated blows. He hid himself, like a lurking beast, suddenly attacked at the moment when his prey was defenseless, biting the deadly throat, if it wasn't for the blocking of that piece of glass, I might be the fourth corpse now!

I stared at the man who kept banging on the door, and I almost fell when I stepped on the slippery bloodstains, and I stumbled for a moment, and I steadied my thoughts.

Get out of here, get out of here......

In less than an hour, I saw three corpses and a man who had gone crazy and wanted to bite!

I hurried towards the stairs at the end of the hallway, holding on to the cold staircase handrails, I leaned down, my trembling legs stepped over each step, I bit my lower lip and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, my ears full of "clicking" footsteps, and behind me there was still a louder and louder knock on the door, mixed with my hurried breathing.

I suddenly realized something.

The so-called hell is probably like this.