Between the empty floors, only the sound of a nervous heart beating.

The video stored in Ning Lu's tablet is so detailed that it is stunning.

From the time and place, to the identity of the design characters, and even the after-viewing feelings, each script has been deeply analyzed.

Sang Ziqing felt a chill, and all his internal organs were ground together.

Most of them have to be stalkers with decades of experience to produce such jaw-dropping works.

In chronological order, the earliest video dates back five years, in 2056.

According to Ning Lu's words, it was probably not long after the mutation occurred.

The title of each video features a shocking body that has plagued the Internet for a long time.

Sang Ziqing was not mentally prepared enough to know the truth about the twelve rooms.

Compared with his own personal experience, the memories buried in the distant past are more intimate and approachable.

With uneasiness, he clicked on the oldest part of his life.

"This is!?"

"What?"

The video quality is far beyond Sang Ziqing's imagination, and it is extremely clear.

It's just that there are no ugly monsters with deformed bodies, and there are no bloody scenes of flesh and blood.

In the midst of the flowery stage, the searchlight leaves a highlighter area for the protagonist to play freely.

The background is all cardboard cutouts, and warm colors are painted with colors that are close to reality, and it looks like a performance scene at a children's party.

The two of them danced with graceful steps in a soothing movement.

The man in the suit and leather shoes is undoubtedly himself!

Sang Ziqing frowned, this is a completely normal stage performance, without the slightest abnormality.

But in Ning Lu's determined eyes, there was no sign of lying.

Besides, there seems to be no profit in weaving such a shoddy lie.

With all sorts of speculation, he skipped the middle part of the year and moved to 2058.

Sang Ziqing looked at the content in the video, a little incredulous, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

The picture is a realistic scene, which is the lectern of the classroom.

Sang Ziqing, who wore glasses and had lost most of his hair, was holding a whip in his hand and pointing at the projection screen.

As the perspective shifts, you can see the hideous and ugly students with wrinkled faces listening to the lecture insensitively.

They were all wrapped in scarlet filaments, and they made stiff movements like marionettes.

Thin threads crept into the flesh, cracking the skin, and the blood slowly swam down the threads, burrowing into the cracks in the ceiling.

Suddenly, some of the students began to shout angrily and curse with foul language.

He writhed his body desperately, his bulging muscles covering the gray stone layer like armor.

"Sang Ziqing" on the stage was furious because the classroom discipline was disrupted, and he waved the whip in his hand and pointed to the corner of the back row of the classroom.

The students in stone armor turned their whole body qi and blood, and closed their heads towards the podium step by step.

"Sang Ziqing" shook his head helplessly and whispered: "Rotten wood can't be carved." ”

Suddenly, flesh and blood splattered, and before the stone man could take another step forward, he was completely dismembered, and the pieces of his body that had been cut into smooth and complete pieces were scattered all over the ground.

The students in the class were instantly silent.

Just when Sang Ziqing was surprised by what he saw in the video, he on the other side of the screen actually showed a weird and gloomy smile at the camera.

That smile was like a sharp arrow coated with poison, piercing Sang Ziqing's heart at once.

His eyes were full of insolent pleasure, and he... No, I'm enjoying my choreographed drama! ”

It's ridiculous!

Sang Ziqing narrowed his eyes and scratched the progress bar at the bottom of the video.

"At this time, 'I' haven't fully entered the role, that is to say, 'I' know that I am acting at this time!"

"Then why am I ......?"

!!?

Things became more and more confusing, Sang Ziqing hurriedly placed the tablet in general, and kneaded his lower forehead to prevent the slightly alleviated headache from coming to his body again.

He looked at the corner of the stairs, and there was no longer Ning Lu's voice.

The gravel-strewn staircase was unusually clean and beaten by the little girl.

After adjusting for a while, Sang Ziqing mustered all his strength to pick up the tablet.

The time goes back roughly half a year.

The lens, as if it was stained with something, was a little blurry, and the whole picture seemed to be shrouded in a layer of scarlet mist.

Through this veil of red mist, you can hear terrible howls and screams.

I don't know how long it took, but the obscure picture finally became clear.

What catches your eye is a mountain of rotting corpses, and a teenager who is playing with his head and is stained with blood.

The red silk in the sky was entangled in the secluded forest, woven into a net, and the blood droplets on it were worn like pearls on the rope.

The pale face, the severed arm that had been torn apart, drooped in the silk mesh and swayed in the wind.

In the night, there seemed to be a pair of invisible big hands, pulling several skeletons to jump back and forth, stepping on the red ground with messy and strange dance steps.

Where had Sang Ziqing seen such a scene, he was so frightened that he threw his hand and threw the tablet on the ground.

Unspeakable fear arose, causing him to look back and pay attention to Ning Lu's movements from time to time.

If he was a "madman" who could commit such atrocities, what should Ning Lu, who has survived every scene, be called?

Perverted?

He didn't know, but he vaguely felt that reality was far more terrifying and magical than in the black sea of consciousness.

After some struggle, Sang Ziqing finally gave up the idea of continuing to view the video.

He didn't know that he could still save his sanity after knowing the truth about Room Twelve, so he squinted his eyes and leaned against the gray wall pillar.

"When you encounter something incomprehensible, you bury your head like an ostrich into deceiving yourself." I'm really not thinking about my future self at all. ”

Sang Ziqing laughed bitterly and laughed at himself, and suddenly felt a bright white light flash on his eyelids.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the concrete shell of the soulless concrete, until he saw the sun in the sky.

This is!?

"Many... What a beautiful sight... It's just mesmerizing! Sang Ziqing got up, squinted his eyes, and praised heartily.

He stretched out his arms towards the sunshine, and every cell of his body followed the commotion, and his qi and blood were surging to the point that it was difficult to control himself.

Above the sky, the scarlet fireball burns fiercely, with a tree-like vein in the center of the sphere, and three flaming petals carved into it.

He opened his eyes in the flames and stared at Sang Ziqing, who was looking up at him.

The hot lava-like pupils seemed to be close in front of them, and they were so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

Sang Ziqing stretched out his hand forward, and his palm slowly touched the burning pupils.

The shouts from the distant sky make people confused and distorted.

He picked up the tablet, his fingers swiping across the ice-cracked screen.

There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were getting wider and wider.

Huhuhahaha··· Ahem...

Eerie, grotesque, filled with maniacal laughter echoing throughout the empty floors.

Sang Ziqing held the black book and walked towards the staircase.

"Ziqing, are you leaving?"

Ning Lu didn't know when she appeared, holding a cicada in her little hand, carefully caring for it as if she had won a treasure.

It is not entirely true to say that it is shedding, because the poor cicada chrysalis has long since suffocated in the shell it desperately wants to get rid of.

Sang Ziqing didn't say a word and passed by Ning Lu.

"Where are you going?"

"I... I'm sick... The illness was severe, more severe than I expected. ”

"I need medicine, lots and lots of medicine."

The young man waved the black book in his hand and stood on the top of the steps, refusing to take the last step.

In front of you, the abyss!

(Prologue, Edge Walker, End)