Squeak - squeak -

Led by Grostide, the guards kept an eye on where they landed while holding on to the steady-solid wall and slowly walked up to the second floor.

The wooden staircase is in a state of disrepair, and a creaking sound occurs when you step on it with a single step. Several stages had broken a long time ago, leaving only one frame and no longer functional, and those who used it to ascend the stairs had to be careful not to fall down

The rotten planks were the source of the stale smell that permeated the room, and large chunks of mold crawled all over the handrails of the stairs, and even the parts at the feet could crumble with a casual foot. If the climate is a little more humid, it is not impossible for mushrooms to grow on this staircase.

People walking on this staircase inexplicably feel an illusion, as if the staircase leads not to the second floor of the house, but to a different world located in the outer demon realm.

Walking up the short staircase seemed to be several times more difficult than investigating the first floor, and after finally reaching the corridor on the second floor, even Grostide couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat. In the process of walking up, the creaking of the stairs did not stop, and it is a miracle that it did not collapse because of the excessive load.

Curt, who was at the end, glanced back at the staircase he had just passed, and the rickety wooden structure seemed to be torn apart if he stepped on it a few more times. It's really easy to get up and hard to get down, and if there is an emergency, this staircase is the biggest obstacle when going down.

The place where the guards and Curt were now sheltered was a long corridor that led straight ahead, with several wooden doors facing each other, and at the end was a simple wooden staircase that connected to the attic. Same as one layer. The space that comes into view is cleaned.

Similarly, the second floor is filled with decorative artwork, and in this corridor alone there are six paintings arranged side by side, side by side on the left-hand wall, so that the dimly lit picture blends in with the environment. I can't tell exactly what the painting is about.

A curious guard approached the painting hanging on the wall with the lamp in his hand, wanting to get a glimpse of it, but when he saw the contents of the painting clearly, he burst out with a cry of sorrow: "What is this, what is this painting painted on! How can there be such a blasphemous painting!"

The people around him looked in the direction he pointed, and the expressions on their faces stiffened.

- It was a feast for corpses.

The earth burned, and a fire as crimson as blood erupted from the torn holes. The black clouds entrenched in the sky condensed into pitch-black masses, and crimson lightning loomed in the darkness. Between heaven and earth, there is a dead sea of corpses and bones, surging wildly, biting at the frightened faces of the dying people.

Curt's gaze swept over the rows of paintings. With the exception of this painting, which he tentatively titled "The Feast of the Corpses", these paintings are all depicted with cruel and horrific scenes. They seem to have been created deliberately to make people unhappy, showing malice everywhere.

Stylistically, these works should belong to the category of religious paintings, but Curt did not know of any religious painter who would use grotesque brushstrokes to depict such cruel scenes. This is true even if it is a warning to believers and deliberately emphasizes the tragic aftermath of the death of unbelievers.

Even without the expressive approach of art, Curt could sense that the painter who painted the paintings was enjoying this unique sense of rage. He applied a lot of his malice to the brush, and used crazy techniques to depict these works that expressed his own frenzied spirit.

Goodo......

I don't know who swallowed the spit. The atmosphere in the space shrouded in silence became even more tense. The officers came to a consensus and kept silent about the paintings on the walls. They selectively ignored the profane images and instead carefully investigated the rooms on either side of the hallway.

Curt walked into a studio room with two security officers. Each of the four corners of the room has a sculpture of an ancient athlete. Although the technique is poor and the shape is not excellent, compared with the few malicious paintings on the wall outside, these works instantly look pleasing to the eye.

On an easel in the center of the room is an unfinished sketch of a creature, possibly the next work the author has planned. This sketch depicts a person whose limbs look like humans, but whose head resembles some kind of reptilian creature. It strode on the road, surrounded by prostrate-to-bene.

Again, a painting of unknown meaning. The officers present tonight, along with Curt, were visiting the "work of art." Reluctantly, I saw a lot of works with excess self-awareness. However, these paintings and sculptures are slightly more acceptable than those assembled from corpses.

The east wall of the studio is almost completely obscured by an oversized bookshelf filled with tomes of all kinds. A quick glance shows that all the books on Curt's current shelves are either related to art, or some books that tell about mystical rituals, or they are all on the sidelines.

"Second Rank Grosted!

Just as he was about to investigate further and see what books worth reading in the hands of the owner of this room, a shout outside the door caught his attention. Beate, who was in charge of investigating near the staircase leading to the attic, appeared to have some clues and was calling out to Grostide.

Seeing that there was nothing of interest in the study, Curt silently exited the studio and hurried to the end of the hallway where Beate was. After a few steps, Curt noticed Byatt's presence - there was a clear mark on the stained wall next to the wooden ladder.

Looking closer, a damp bloody handprint was clearly printed on the wall, the dried blood leaving a long stain. This mudra doesn't look like it was left by a human. Although the fingers are thick and short, the entire palm of the hand is longer than a normal person, and the edges still have the marks of claw marks.

In front of Beate was the staircase leading to the attic, the wooden clamshell door closed and a lock hanging from it. The security officer with the camera took a picture of them, and the flash light showed damp patches scattered on the boards of the staircase, and the water stains on the patches were very dirty and smelly.

Along the patches, Curt now had strings of water beads on the wooden handrails of the ladder, as if something damp had touched the railing. The water beads and plaques stretched upwards together, eventually cut off by the partition that led to the attic.

Curt pricked up his ears, trying to catch the smell of biological activity in the attic. However, he did not succeed, except for the whispered conversations of the guards, and all he could hear was a faint noise of clattering from the street, which should have nothing to do with it.

Click-click-click!

Suddenly, just as Curt was about to investigate what appeared to be a bedroom on the left-hand side, there was a sudden sound of something hard breaking from the ceiling. As the scream came, everyone seemed to feel a shake in the room, and dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling.

Suddenly, the security officers who were still whispering information in their hands fell silent. Everyone's eyes moved to the ceiling where a loud noise was coming from, and there were already some cracks in the ceiling in the middle of the corridor, and the guards under the ceiling of the original Biqu Pavilion moved their positions in recognition of each other.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The roar of a hard object breaking was not the only one, but the sound of something being interrupted came from the attic on the ceiling. As the piercing sound of breaking continued to be heard, the shaking of the house became more and more severe, and seeing the crack gradually expanding, the security officers all took out their weapons and stared at the crack.

But the attack came from a direction they didn't expect.

Bang -

There was another roar, but the direction from which the sound came was beyond everyone's expectations.

The door to the attic was clearly locked, but when attention was drawn from it, it was torn apart with a loud thud. Fragments of the sash flew out, and a mass of white flowers rolled down the sloping wooden ladder.

The target of the mass lock on happened to be Curt who was standing at the end, and he had enough experience in sneak attacks to immediately dodge the flying object, and at the same time took Beate not far away out of the threatening range. As he avoided it, he clearly felt a sharp wind sweep over the back of his head.

Beate was still subconsciously looking behind him, but after being pushed away by Curt, he saw the mass rushing down from the attic through his peripheral vision. An extended hook slammed into where he had been standing not long ago, the nail at the tip of the hook already embedded in the wooden floor.

Beate's face turned blue at the sight of the clump, and his stiff voice was squeezed out of his throat: "Mr. Leinster, what is that...... Could it be that it is human?"

The perception of the enemy falling from the sky was still in a white mass, and Curt did not understand Beate's problem for a while. When he turned his head, he saw that the white thing stretched out several limbs, and was slowly standing up. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a miserable white and deformed human body.

It was about eight feet tall and had mutilated, twisted hands and feet. Its face was covered with numerous wrinkles, and its face was not recognizable. Its dull, pale skin flabby, rotting strips of flesh snapped off its limbs, and several tentacle-like hooks reached out of its back, waving uncontrollably. The sewage it had seen earlier was dripping from it, and the stench was blowing all over its face.

Immediately after that, the door of the room was suddenly closed by an invisible hand, and the security officer who did not come out of the room was immediately locked inside, and before they could react, the sound of the mechanic's gun was heard from inside the door, and the guard officer reported to his colleagues outside the door that he had received an enemy attack.

The paintings on the walls were endowed with strange abilities, and the creatures in the paintings jerked out of the paintings, and the alien limbs swept towards the approaching security officer.

- Help me, my hands are entangled in this!

- Attack, aim at its face, mechanic shot!

The raided officers were left to fight on their own, and the corridors on the second floor were thrown into chaos. (To be continued).

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