Chapter 202: Railings, Statues, Spikes

"Uh......"

The human female is stuck.

What's the situation? They didn't have this knife mark when they looked at the house before, right?

Thinking back to who was using the kitchen this afternoon, there was only one answer.

The human female looked back as the camera shot elsewhere, and the dark-haired young man standing a few steps behind her in the kitchen doorway was distracted.

Without any guilt, he skimmed over the bag he had thrown down and walked over to the wall.

"What's that?" The human female quickly finished her sentence with an introduction to the other layouts, turned her head and whispered, "What is that knife mark?" ”

"Hmm...... A gift from the owner of the house. Bai Su touched his chin and replied.

He was right to say that, all the people who died in this house were the past owners of the house, and he was just missing a definite phrase for time, and it was not a big problem.

The human woman is a little confused, obviously the damage caused later, what does it have to do with the owner of the house?

Doubts are doubts, and the introduction still has to continue.

The human woman didn't use the words given by Bai Su, but justified herself by talking about the previous homeowner's accident.

The audience believed it, and their attention to the knife marks lasted for a few seconds, before moving to the messy cooking table.

[It turns out that this is behind the scenes that Xiaobai doesn't let us see.] ]

[How do you do such a messy ......?] ]

[Looks like you just ignored it when you take it out.] ]

The camera panned and fell into the trash can in the corner.

[No trace of potatoes in sight.] ]

[Guess where the sprouted potatoes will go.] ]

[Anyway, it can't be in a human belly, blindly guess that one is thrown elsewhere and the corpse is destroyed.] ]

The first one to be rejected is the correct answer.

"Let's take a look at the sink, this design is—" said the human female, walking over and reaching out to twist the faucet, "......"

The light red water gushed out again, and people were so startled that they hurriedly closed it.

But the human woman saw it, and the camera faithfully recorded it.

The human female forgot the words again, she opened her mouth and withdrew her hand, a little confused.

Did they design it?

The tap water goes through the pipes, and they don't seem to have any misleading paint in the pipes.

So what is this ......?

"It's rust." At some point, Bai Su, who stood behind the human woman, returned to the camera and replied.

The black-haired youth crossed over the human and reopened with his hand on the knob, the water flowing clearly.

The black eyes were aimed at the camera, and Bai Su said word by word: "The water tank has not been cleaned, I have seen it before." ”

The human woman really wanted to ask when Bai Su went up, and the other party didn't seem to have time to spare?

Her eyes drifted, and she saw the barrage on the screen accept the statement faster than she did.

[Scores twice.] ]

[This house water tank looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, right?] ]

[I still want to say that reddish water is very unscientific, and it should be yellow......]

"yes, it's been a long time." Bai Su's eyes rolled, "Right?" ”

Thrown away, the human woman hurriedly took it: "Yes, yes, because no one has lived for a long time to ......"

Humans are lying.

There were still signs of human life in this room half a month ago.

The human woman quickly finished the kitchen, and the introduction after that was much smoother, and the rooms on the second floor were photographed one by one, with a little scare at the right time.

Bai Su stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, his hand pressed on the handrail of the stairs.

If he hadn't misjudged...... There have been deaths here.

The scene of the dead in this room must have been quite tragic, not only the handrails of the stairs, the ceiling overhead, the floor in the room, and the walls behind the paintings...... There are many places where you can marinate it...... Anyway, it's the smell of blood that soaks into the skin of the wall.

Renovation and reconstruction is to some extent mask the smell of blood with the smell of building materials and paint.

But it's not much use for monsters, after all, there are too many humans who have died here.

The black-haired young man stopped at the top of the stairs for a while, and the photographer who lost his figure in the camera was found from the front through a barrage reminder.

As soon as he walked over, the camera captured the black-haired young man leaning over the railing on the second floor and looking down.

Half of his body was already bent down, and as long as someone pushed him from behind, the black-haired youth could fall completely.

[? What are you doing? ]

[Xiaobai——]

[Grass shout at him to come back, this action is too dangerous.] ]

The photographer was about to go up and call someone, and as soon as he took a step, he saw the black-haired young man leaning down for a moment.

[Huh??] ]

[What's the situation?] ]

The camera captured this scene truthfully, and also captured the black-haired young man clenching the railing to stop himself from bending.

Because it was blocked by the body, no one had seen the railing that had been pinched out of a hollow hole for the time being.

Bai Su felt that he had been pushed, just a moment.

When he straightened up again, he touched his back and then his face.

Is his human disguise good or bad, and why is he the first choice for these supernatural and scary people?

Whether it's the blood that flows out, or the speeding knives, now it's even more straightforward.

The person was completely exposed to the camera, and Bai Su didn't do much, just patted the corner of his clothes and turned his back to block the damaged railing.

"I just didn't stand firm." He explained the barrage he saw on his phone, "From this angle, you can see the statue on the first floor." ”

Bai Su beckoned the camera to come over and shoot down from where he was standing.

The live broadcast screen went from horizontal to vertical, and all the viewers in the live broadcast room saw the top of the spikes flashing downstairs.

[…… Acute phobia is coming! ]

[What a wonderful design, wouldn't it be ...... if you fell from above]

[People, spikes, statues, blood.] ]

[Some strange "martyrdom" images come to mind.] ]

The barrage complained about the placement design of the sculpture, if it was placed on the ground, it would be forgotten, and it should be fixed on the edge of the handrail on the first floor for decoration.

The cameraman probably didn't think it looked good from a high vantage point, so he immediately moved the camera away and turned to the corridor on the second floor.

The human walked forward, and Bai Su followed into the camera.

After the two departed, the sunken railing could no longer hold on, breaking through the fragile link, and a small piece of wooden handrail fell.

The wooden block landed cleverly, aiming precisely at the tip of the statue's lift, and with a click, the wooden block slid into it.

The sound caught the attention of the man sitting behind the scenes in the living room, who looked around and found the source of the sound.

The man looked at the equipment that was working properly, and simply stood up and walked to the stairs.

He looked at the gap in the railing on the second floor, and then at the piece of the statue that was stabbed.

Humanity is in a state of confusion.

What's going on? He doesn't remember if the railing was damaged?

And...... That was made by hand, right?

While the humans were still thinking about what was going on, the computer equipment in the living room emitted a slight stinging electric sound.

The voice was so light that it didn't attract the attention of humans.

(End of chapter)