The familiar British retro decoration, dark brown solid wood furniture, oil paintings of portraits framed on the gray walls, the breeze blows the curtains, and a beam of sunlight passes through the gap and sprinkles on Jiang Chenchuan's body.

The bright light woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the dim room empty, and an indescribable sense of loneliness arose.

Struggling to get up from the bed, the expected pain did not hit, and when I looked down, I found that the wound under the white bandage was more than half healed.

"Yulia."

Remembering the scene before he fell unconscious, he tried to scream, but no one responded to him outside the quiet room.

The furnishings of the room were the same as when he left, all traces of his life in this house, and when he picked up the books on the shelves, the cover fell a thin layer of ash, and when he opened it, it was still written the notes he had taken in Chinese.

Yulia also laughed at how he scribbled on the book, and wrote like a moving villain.

Countless images of memories rush in, and only the beauty that has been completely lost can be remembered forever.

The scar on the chest and heart became more distorted, and the rhizome of the thorns slowly stretched out as if it were growing.

There was a slight movement outside the door.

It sounded like someone was tiptoeing past his door.

"Yulia?"

Jiang Chenchuan subconsciously screamed.

But in the quiet and empty room, no one responded to him.

When I opened the door, I saw that the door next door was closed, and the kerosene lamp on the wall of the corridor was extinguished, like a dark hollow, except for a burning candle on the table in the corner, which was not blown by the wind, but the flames were beating from time to time.

The scene in front of him reminded Jiang Chenchuan of some bad pictures inexplicably, the nostalgic mahogany wall clock made a crisp clicking sound, he walked forward, the candlelight illuminated the photo frame on the table, and in the yellowed photo, the Dekavo family stood in front of the house, showing a cheerful smile.

He walked down the hallway, everything around him that was so familiar to him, yet a little strange.

The light faded away from him, and at the end of the hallway was not the staircase going down, but another door.

Jiang Chenchuan didn't know when this door appeared here, or if it had always existed.

"Knock knock."

On the other side of the door, there was a clear knock.

"Yulia?"

He said subconsciously, but then he reacted, Yulia could not have done such an act, reached out and twisted the handle, and found that the door was not locked.

An almost identical hallway appeared on the other side of the door, the same candle flame burning, a calm and eerie atmosphere enveloped it, and the door of the room behind it was locked, as if fixed to the space here.

There's no going back,

Faced with the fear of the unknown, he can only keep moving forward.

The smile in the photo is sunny, and sure enough, at the end of the corner is still the unlocked door.

As if trapped in an endless loop, Jiang Chenchuan knew that he was trapped in this dim and quiet corridor.

When I opened the door, it was the same hallway again...... No, no, the sharp-eyed Jiang Chenchuan noticed a subtle difference, and there was an extra portrait of the scene on the wall of the corridor.

The portrait depicts a dilapidated bloodshot laboratory, with scholars in stained white coats and different metal instruments in their hands, and in the center of the picture lies a dismantled figure with a blurred face.

Black tentacles protrude from the bottom of the operating table, and you seem to be able to feel that in the darkness that you can't see, there is a pair of eyes full of malice, staring at you.

Jiang Chenchuan continued to walk forward, and when he passed by the candle, the firelight suddenly lit up, and when he turned his head to look, the originally cheerful smile became gloomy and compassionate, and under the change of light and shadow, it seemed that those crazy eyes were following him closely.

Turning the corner, the light at the end of the corridor came on, and under the lamp stood the figure of Yulia, her head bowed and her back to him.

Subconsciously looking for his skeletal cane, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen his cane since he woke up.

The real and the false overlap.

In the blink of an eye, the lights at the end went out, and the hallway returned to darkness, and at the same time, Yulia's figure disappeared.

The same unlocked door, after opening, is a familiar corridor without suspense, but this time the content of the portrait has changed, Jiang Chenchuan stopped in front of the painting, carefully observing.

At a glance, there is a sense of blood, the background of the whole picture is covered with blood, and you can clearly see the man standing up from the operating table, as if he had experienced a storm, surrounded by hideous bones and mutilated instruments, and the scholars who were still conducting crazy experiments just now died tragically.

Jiang Chenchuan was stunned for a moment, in the portrait, the man's face was a lingering mist, but there was an indescribable weirdness.

In the picture frame in the corner is still the Dekavo family, but their eyes have been gouged out, leaving a black hollow, and the corners of their mouths are downward, as if crying, looking strange and terrifying.

Jiang Chenchuan had no choice.

I can only keep going.

This time, the world behind the door has changed.

A dark brown liquid seeped down the ceiling, and the entire corridor seemed to have undergone a horrific attack, dilapidated and stained with blood everywhere, and the man in the portrait seemed to be closer, but still couldn't see his face.

The door to the side was opened, revealing a gap, and a dim light could be faintly seen.

Jiang Chenchuan walked towards the room, and the room was indeed the same as he expected, no one existed, but blood was splashed everywhere, and you can imagine what kind of battle had been experienced here.

When he came out of the room, he grabbed a baseball bat that he kept in his closet.

How tragic the picture is, how quiet the corridor is, and when you pass by the picture frame, there is an extra blood mark on the neck of the person in the photo.

Like a terrifying cycle dream that can never be escaped, in an increasingly quiet atmosphere, Jiang Chenchuan opened the next door.

But this time, there was one more person in the hallway.

Under the candlelight at the corner, a figure of a man was illuminated, wearing a black trench coat, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, with his back to Jiang Chenchuan, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Gripping the baseball bat in his hand, he had just entered the corridor, and the sound of the door closing automatically alarmed the man, the man didn't do anything, he turned around and ran away, Jiang Chenchuan hurriedly chased after him, obviously there was no sound of opening the door, and when he turned the corner, the man was gone.

Jiang Chenchuan looked back at the portrait on the wall, and as expected, the man in the painting was gone, leaving only a mess.

In the dark,

His eyes slowly opened, and he didn't know what was waiting for Jiang Chenchuan to open behind this door.