Chapter 81: Why There's No Superman on the Horror Set

Run.

This was the only thought left in Shen Xuejia's almost blank mind.

She probably won't be able to forget what she had just seen for the rest of her life, and she was even surprised that she hadn't fainted with fright.

The blood-distorted thing seemed to have crawled out of hell, with a huge, terrifying blood-colored shell, like an underdeveloped monster baby, with a huge head and an uncoordinated body, crawling through the hallways dragging long, viscous liquid.

The corridor echoed with a crisp and pure laughter like a baby, but in this oppressive atmosphere, it only seemed more terrifying.

Fear made her unable to think, and she had to run down the hallway for her life. The environment where she couldn't reach her fingers seemed to become darker with running, and the air around her seemed to increase in mass, as if it was about to squeeze her into meat sauce.

What should have been a familiar work environment is now a maze. Shen Xuejia didn't know what direction she was running in at all, she was just running wildly with instinct. But the laughter followed with the terrifying creeping and creeping sound, which sounded to the ears like a devil's sarcasm.

She kept running, running, not even knowing when she got into the elevator, and her brain didn't even make room to think about why the elevator kept running in the dark.

Shen Xuejia rushed out desperately when the prompt sounded when the elevator stopped on the first floor, only to feel that she had never run so fast in her life. Maybe you've even forgotten why you're running, and you're desperate to get out of here with a crazy instinct.

...... Then he slammed into a powerful warm embrace.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, ma'am."

Jiangbei, who had just landed, calmed the lady who was screaming hysterically.

Shen Xuejia stopped struggling, and when she looked up and saw the appearance of the person who came, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of security, and threw herself into his arms crying.

"Alright, it's okay, it's okay ma'am." Jiang Bei said softly and gently, "Can you tell me what's going on?" ”

Shen Xuejia sobbed: "Baby...... It's big, it's scary......"

As she spoke, Jiangbei had activated her clairway ability to penetrate the walls. He first roughly scanned the three floors in front of him, and everything was normal inside, and there was nothing.

The blue dot of light in the radar is gone—that's normal. Each scan has a chance to find a potential target, and it is not uncommon for a second scan to miss the object that was scanned the first time. However, the results of each scan are recorded, and the last time the seeded players appeared in this building.

There is a way not to enter the tiger's den to get a tiger, even a black hole can't stop a man's desire to explore.

Jiangbei is ready to go in and find out.

was about to step forward, but Shen Xuejia grabbed her cloak and begged with tears in her eyes: "No, please, don't leave me, it's so dark here, I'm so scared......"

"Don't worry, you're safe, ma'am." Jiang Bei smiled and patted her hand, "I'll go and see if I'll go back." ”

To calm the frightened crowd, he strode forward and lifted off the ground.

Flying all the way up to the floor where Shen Xuejia's office was located, I didn't see anything abnormal. However, when he flew to the floor where Shen Xuejia was and entered the corridor through the partition wall, Jiang Bei was suddenly stunned.

The sudden change in the style of painting seems to change from an office building to some kind of old hotel in an instant. The dim light seems to be filtered by the underworld, and the walls on both sides are covered with light blue wallpaper, and the walls are hung with murals. The passage is breathlessly narrow.

And it was at the end of such a passage that two little girls stood at the doorway.

A pair of twins, with deep eye sockets like black holes, are wearing dresses, black round scalp shoes, and their faces are so pale that they don't look like real people. They had weird smiles on their faces, as if they could sense Jiangbei's gaze, and they showed a weird smile at him through the wall.

Jiang Bei flew in lightly, pushed the door and walked into the corridor. But when I pushed the door in, the hotel hallway and the twin girls were gone.

The lights flickered out briefly. At the moment when the incandescent lamp was lit, a majestic ghost appeared briefly at the end of the passage, and was immediately engulfed in endless darkness.

The lights go out and come back on. In the next second, in the dim light, the ghost figure was already a few meters away from Jiangbei.

It was a face of utter horror, with crumpled skin on it, eyes hollow holes, and a whole face covered with stitches, as if it had been stitched together by countless faces.

The next time the dim light came on, he had already stuck to Jiangbei's face. Beneath the twisted skin revealed the fierce light of the beast, and a deafening roar rang out in the aisle, which was the chainsaw in his hand that was holding high and spinning at speed.

The Texas Chainsaw Killer is also known as the "Human Skin Devil" because of his perverted habit of cutting the faces of the victims of the killings and sewing them into masks. One of the four most classic and terrifying psychopathic murderers in the history of horror movies.

However, in the face of such a terrifying scene, such a hideous demon and the iconic chainsaw he wielded, Jiangbei's heart was unwavering.

Syllable.

The chainsaw slashed at Jiangbei's Heavenly Spirit Cover with a single blow.

Then with a crisp cry it broke in two.

The human skin devil held his half-cut chainsaw in his hand, maintained the posture of waving the saw, looked at the broken saw blankly, and then looked at the person in front of him with his arms around him with a calm face, and his confused little eyes seemed to wonder if the director had stuffed himself with the wrong script.

Jiang Bei calmed down and blew lightly at the big man.

The famous Skinskin Devil flew upside down under the winding hurricane, rolled several times in the hallway, slammed through the wall with a thud, and dissipated into a puff of smoke.

Jiangbei was indeed not frightened. Mainly when you're a superman, the invulnerable kind of gundam demolition with your bare hands, then some things that used to look extra scary really don't cause any waves.

There is no way, it can only be said that there are always advantages and disadvantages in everything, and there will be gains and losses. He used to like horror movies, but since he became Superman, he has basically been insulated from this theme, and he doesn't react at all when he looks at the film, so he is very helpless.

He wondered why maybe this was why the protagonist of a horror movie couldn't be Superman. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether it's human horror or ghost horror.

Of course, he had already seen at a glance that this Texas murderer was not a real person, but more similar to some kind of illusion, but was somehow given an entity that could be attacked.

It may be some kind of transcendent performance, but he hasn't seen what kind of transcendence it is yet.

Push open the door at the end of the hallway, and inside is the conference room.

Empty conference room. But the moment he walked through the door, a computer screen lit up automatically.

In the picture is a dry well.

A woman in white with long hair is crawling out of the well, approaching in an eerie and uncomfortable position, as if crawling off-screen with a gust of gloomy wind.

Jiangbei: "......"

Good guy, even Sadako was invited.

But then again, your Sadako is so big, and the screen size is so small, are you sure it really won't get stuck?