After Lin Xihui finished speaking, I changed several angles, but I didn't see anything, what is the "magical" 30-degree elevation angle that Lin Xihui said?

Lin Xihui quickly stood up, wiped the wall with his hand, and asked what the old cat should do at this time? I also stood up, only to find that there was a very small "blood droplet" on the stone wall that Lin Xihui's hand was pointing to.

The drops of blood seemed to have been left from above, and there were shallow blood stains on the top, and next to the blood stains, there seemed to be a dark line. Because this wall happens to be in the backlit place, if you don't look closely, you can't see the traces on this wall at all.

At this time, the old cat also slowly stood up from the ground, rummaging for something in his backpack, and said to us, "There should be a mural on this wall, but the content of the mural was hidden later. We can only use extraordinary means to see what is painted on this wall. ”

I don't know where the old cat came from, and I can see that there was a mural on the wall. Could it be that unclear line?

That line is similar to a scratch, and it's hard to notice unless you look closely. However, I was curious about the drop of blood on the wall, which looked like it had fallen from it not long ago, and after we had fallen into this enclosed space. So, that means there's something dripping blood above our heads?!

I turned on the wolf's eye flashlight and shone it upward, and the light of the wolf's eye flashlight felt like it was blocked, and it stayed in mid-air, and all I saw was some black solid, and I don't know if it was a stone or something else covering the roof of the room.

I looked around the wall and took a closer look, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, and there was no blood on the black solid layer above.

It's strange, how can there be an extra drop of blood on the wall out of thin air? I can't help but think of those terrifying ghost stories. Lin Xihui also said that this is specially used to dispose of corpses, and the old cat said that this is the ruthenium room for execution, no matter what it is, anyway, it is impossible for a living person to get out alive when he arrives here.

I have always been very interested in history, and I used to hear old people say that after the decapitation, there was a jar for collecting the head, called "zhugu".

Whenever the head inside the cricket is collected, the executioner must bury the cricket in a deserted place within three days, and the time to bury the cricket must be in the time of the child, that is, the so-called time when the yin qi is the heaviest, because the extremely heavy yin qi can suppress the yin resentment in the cricket.

Because the yin resentment qi of the building clams is very heavy, and as time goes by, the evil qi in the building clams becomes heavier and heavier. The executioner himself is a murderous aura, so he can suppress the evil qi in the building cricket, and only the executioner himself can store the building cricket. If a living person places a building cricket in his home, he will definitely die, and he will be killed by the building cricket.

There are a lot of antique lovers who don't want to die, and they especially like to collect building crickets, but except for a few people who are very hard, the endings of the others are basically not good deaths.

Hong Kong's famous villa murder house is because of a building cricket placed in the house. So the whole family of the owner died mysteriously.

Another thing I heard from colleagues from the State Security Bureau is that there used to be a small wholesale market in Wenzhou, and people jumped from the roof of the building every once in a while, and the deceased did not have any thoughts of suicide before his death, and even their families felt strange.

And the heads of households here, not only the business is bleak, there are even a few goldfish shops, the basic goldfish do not live for three days, the gossip mirror hanging at the door, the mirror also has cracks, at that time, the surrounding people, all said that the feng shui there is not good, many shopkeepers have moved out one after another. Later, the place was renovated and dug out of the ground, and a building cricket the size of a water tank was derived, and the reason for the accident was derived, which was because of the building cricket. After the crickets were cleared, the business of the small commodity city immediately boomed.

The enclosed space we are in now may have the same meaning as the legendary Tsuki, but there are no corpses left here. And the resentment here is estimated to be more than that of the cricket.

I saw that the old cat took the lighter out of her pocket, and she turned on the lighter and placed it under the wall. Then the old cat knocked on the wall with a short knife, rolled up his sleeve, and couldn't see what he was trying to do. Is it to "bleed" yourself? What is this little brother doing?

The old cat's dagger had touched his forearm, but his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the wall, as if he had suddenly discovered something.

He hurriedly put down the short knife in his hand again, and then pulled out a transparent wine bottle from his backpack, this bottle was found in the residence of Tassie before, and the bald head tasted it at that time, saying that it was a high degree of old burn, and I don't know when the old cat put this thing in the backpack.

But in our current situation, what does the old cat want to do when he takes out a bottle of old roast? Is it possible to have another sips?

The old cat unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a mouthful of soju into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and his mouth made a "purring" sound, which looked like he was rinsing his mouth.

No one spoke at this time, and they all waited for the old cat's next move. The old cat's body gradually leaned back, his neck and head sank with his body, and then he slowly turned on the lighter in his hand and raised it. At this time, the old cat suddenly poked its head forward, and the body of the upper body bounced forward like a spring. The soju in his mouth spat out of his mouth in an instant, and the column of wine passed through the flames on the stove, and suddenly sprayed into the wall in a scattered shape.

From my point of view, it looks like the old cat is breathing fire. The lighter in his hand moved slightly with the flames he spewed.

The bald head next to him said in surprise, "Fuck, this is a real person who doesn't show his face, and he doesn't show his face." The little brother used to fuck be acrobatic. An old folk artist. National treasure! ”

We didn't have any bald heads, and my attention was all on the old cat. I saw that the soju that the old cat spat out of his mouth hit the oncoming stone wall after passing through the flames of the stove. The current stone wall is like a sponge, and it actually sucks all the water vapor into the wall! The wall that was still bare just now has gradually extended at this time, and some vague outlines, the appearance of the murals on the wall, seem to have gradually taken a rough shape!