Before that, I could never have imagined that there was such a dilapidated passage hidden in the richly decorated Western-style pavilion.

However, as I walked down the passage, the scene that gradually emerged in the middle of it couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The crimson blood letters, the terrifying murals, and the claustrophobic space, all of which appear in front of you, seem to mean that something unknown has happened in the lower level of this passage.

In particular, the scene depicted on the fresco is exactly the same as the one I saw in the church of Santa Maria Mary in the case of spontaneous combustion.

Could it be that the place connected by the lower level of this passage is the truth of No. 37 L House?

At this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs behind him. The sound was coming from top to bottom, towards where I was.

Someone has come down the same path I had taken before!

I was shocked, and quickly extinguished the light of the tactical flashlight, and then hid in the darkness, not daring to say a word.

"Pedal. Pedaling. The sound kept approaching, and before long, a dark shadow appeared on the wall directly in front of it.

He took a deep breath and clenched the saber in his hand, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Three meters...

Two meters...

One meter...

When the shadow was close enough to me, he rushed out, holding his saber against the figure's neck, and at the same time lowered his voice and said, "Who are you, and why have you been following me!" ”

"Goofy... Be.. It's me... ”

A moment later, a familiar voice came straight in.

it! I couldn't have imagined that the person who was coerced by me in my arms at this time was actually Lin Xiaoxue, who had left the Western-style Pavilion not long ago!

This little girl still didn't listen to me obediently in the end.

"Why did you come down, didn't you say okay, you first took the dragon out to call the police?"

"If you call the police, Long Zaitian alone is enough. He said that I had been following him and was in the way, so I should do what I should do, just go and go. In the dark, Xiaoxue looked at me and said with an aggrieved face: "I don't worry about you coming down alone." What's more, I also need to come down in person and confirm some things. ”

Although there are thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in my heart, I also understand this girl's character, and what she has decided cannot be changed except for finding someone to tie her back with a rope.

Instead of continuing to dwell on this matter, it is better to do the current thing well.

I turned the tactical flashlight back on and continued towards the lower passage.

"Want to confirm something? What is it? ”

"I... Xiaoxue hesitated for a while, but finally bit her lip and said slowly: "Just now, I recalled some scenes before I passed out... ”

When there was chaos in room 308, Lin Xiaoxue mysteriously disappeared, and then suddenly appeared on the fourth floor, and lost her mind and wanted to kill me. And her performance at that time was exactly the same as Ji Huahua in the black gold case.

With the traces left at the scene at that time, I don't think Xiaoxue's disappearance has anything to do with Lei Tianlong or any of Sister Yue'er.

There are all kinds of signs that Lin Xiaoxue at that time seemed to have left room 308 by herself.

I don't know what she went through during that time, but there must be some key clues hidden in it. Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, and hurriedly asked, "The scene before I passed out!" Do you remember something? ”

"Hmmm... I remember seeing someone who wasn't supposed to be in this mansion. ”

I saw someone! Who is it?

At this moment, Xiaoxue didn't answer me directly, and after hesitating for a while, she said awkwardly: "I... I'm not sure yet, so I'll need to go down and check for myself! As for who the man is... I... I don't want to say. ”

Everyone has their own secrets, since Xiaoxue doesn't want to say more, then I can't force her, patted Xiaoxue on the shoulder, and then continued with her towards the stairs.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or something else, but I just feel that the air around me is very cold, and the foreign pavilion outside is completely two worlds.

There is still a long way to go before the end of this staircase, and since Xiaoxue has followed, then I can't say anything more. Time is running out for me, and I need to get to the bottom of this passage as soon as possible.

As for the issue of Area B of the Mansion, I hope that Long Zaitian can abide by the agreement, even if he reports the situation here to the police, and sends someone to rescue Lu Yuan and Lin Jie.

"Let's go down first, remember to stay with me, don't get too far away!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Re-lit the tactical flashlight, then took Xiaoxue's hand and continued to go deeper into the lower level of the foreign pavilion. The more you go down, the more the blood characters and murals from before emerge from all directions.

"I'm going to die."

"Lord, help us."

"When your body is reduced to ashes, your soul can be redeemed."

This is just a part of the content of the blood letters, most of which have something to do with salvation and redemption, but after reading so much, I haven't figured out anything.

However, the only one of them has a piece of blood, but I was impressed, and what is even more noteworthy is that the piece of blood appears on the wall more than once: I give, I also take, I am present the first time you breathe. You did not choose me, but I will follow you until the day I die.

If I'm not mistaken, whether it's near Lin Bayi's villa, or even in the underground of a deserted village not long ago, I've seen similar writing.

What is the meaning of this text? Unknown. However, it is the appearance of this text that forcibly connects these three seemingly unrelated places.

As for the things recorded on the frescoes, they involve religion and sacrifice, and there are many scenes that resemble people being burned alive or crucified.

Xiaoxue believes that these murals must have been depicted by someone based on the Bible or similar accounts. However, I have a different opinion.

Judging by the weathering of the walls, these frescoes have been here for decades, to say the least. So many years ago, our country was still very short of supplies, and it was not very likely that books of a similar missionary nature would circulate here.

What's more, the behavior of the mentally ill people seen under St. Mary's Church was exactly the same as the scene on one of the frescoes. They first tied people to wooden stakes and then burned them alive with hallucinogens.

I don't think these two things happened just by coincidence, let alone through that mysterious red-clad eccentric, the church of Santa Maria Santa Maria is also inextricably linked to 37 L House.

Sometimes, what we see with our own eyes is not necessarily the truth. After all, the eyes are only responsible for receiving information, and it is up to the human brain to determine what the final picture will be.

After going through so many things, I finally figured out that in fact, many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

The archival materials of No. 37 L Mansion that Lao Yan gave me only roughly recorded the general process of the case at that time, as well as the situation at the scene of the crime, as well as some of the speculations of Lao Yan and his "master" about the bloody case.

The file also records the process by which they found the girl who was covered in catheters and missing multiple organs in her body.

However, the strange thing is that in the entire file, there is no mention of the passage where Xiaoxue and I are now. Along with the large blood stains found in the toilet, there are records, and with the search capabilities of Lao Yan and the police force, I don't think they would have overlooked such a large space.

I can only come up with two explanations for this: either the Western-style building we are in now is not the same as the one where the murder occurred decades ago, which is why there is such a big way out in the archives. However, considering the power of the Shangyu group and the degree of influence of this activity in the entire criminal investigation community and even the police community, this possibility is not too high.

As for the second explanation, Lao Yan did discover this place at that time, but for some reason, he deliberately erased all the written records here. Personally, I prefer this one rather than the previous explanation.

So, decades ago, what did Lao Yan see here? Looking at the dark road in front of me, I couldn't help but swallow.

There must be someone else hiding in the museum, and that person's purpose is to introduce us into it.

Based on the usual methods of the man behind the scenes, I suddenly had a bold idea. Could it be that this "killing game" that imitates the Blizzard Villa model is just a pretense, and the real purpose of the other party is to let us in here?

If that's the case, then what are the people who died in the Western-style pavilion so far? Is it just a joke?

I don't dare, and I don't have the courage to continue thinking about it, and now the only way to comfort the dead is to find out the truth.

Holding Xiaoxue, continue to move towards the lower level of the stairs. The glow of the flashlight never ends, and I don't know when this long staircase will come to an end.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a different sensation came straight from the soles of my feet.

Before I could react to what was going on, I felt Xiaoxue on the side exclaim, and the whole person instantly lost his balance, and then he fell directly from the edge of the stairs. So, I kept holding her hand, and hurriedly pulled her hard, which prevented the tragedy from happening.

"What's wrong?"

"I accidentally slipped and fell, these stairs are so strange, how can I 。。。。。?"

However, before she could finish her sentence, she stopped. As the light of the flashlight slowly moved, the picture that appeared in the field of vision afterwards made people gasp.