It was a mobile phone, the most modest style, with a thick white body, which was not a convenient model.

Guan Tianxiang stared at the caller ID, and finally picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone, rested it next to his left ear, and remained silent.

There was an enthusiastic voice in his ears, and his tone was urgent and expectant.

"Ah Xiang, remember to come on, don't be nervous!"

Under normal circumstances, these words of encouragement will only increase one's nervousness and make oneself more uncertain. However, it may just be driven by your own personality.

Guan Tianxiang held his mobile phone and looked around at the dilapidated auditorium, the recitation contestants on the stage were shining, and the audience was full, and the students were looking forward to their outstanding performance later, which shocked the audience.

Although the words on the phone made him sweat even more, Guan Tianxiang still had to thank the person who applauded him on the side. Without his encouragement, he would not have participated in such a challenging recitation competition.

My father said before that you have to have the courage to face your weaknesses in order to break through the box and brave the world. Guan Tianxiang is confident that he is a brave man, although his language skills are poor, but he firmly believes that this is "the heavens will descend on the people", if the wheel of fate has paved a path of purgatory for him, then let him go bravely until he witnesses a brilliant cloud.

Guan Tianxiang smiled knowingly.

Guan Tianxiang wanted to spit out a sentence of "thank you, Dad", but due to tension and substantive restrictions, it was really difficult to speak. He was shaking and unable to speak, so he returned the phone to his mother.

"Why doesn't my son speak? …… No, he's just nervous......"

Of course, I was nervous, like an ant on a hot pot, unable to calm the emotions mixed with excitement and fear in my heart.

Later, he was about to appear on the gorgeous stage, which was an honor that he had never gotten before, and it was a moment that Guan Tianxiang had practiced hard for several weeks.

This moment did not come easily.

Perhaps, happy recitation is easy for other students, especially those who are deeply loved by teachers, and only need to practice several times before the competition to be able to go on stage and win the applause of the audience.

However, that doesn't apply to Guan Tianxiang.

In order to understand the recitation of just a few dozen words, Guan Tianxiang spent several days late at night, and only understood a little bit of it when accompanied by his mother. However, that's not the worst part.

In order to pronounce accurately, Guan Tianxiang spent a whole month practicing day and night. I fell, I started over, I was nervous, I calmed down and I kept going.

For Guan Tianxiang, daily communication has become a difficult task, let alone reciting a classic poem fluently?

No, in Guan Tianxiang's experience, there is no mountain that is impossible to cross. As long as you are willing to pay more than others, the golden rule of grinding an iron pestle into a needle will still hold.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he has always been just a guy who is not good, and this is his chance to start over.

"Next ......"

Guan Tianxiang, who was standing under the spotlight, stared at the immeasurable audience of parents in the audience, and of course, the earth-colored judgment.

Young elementary school students who take the stage for the first time will inevitably feel a little trembling in the face of such a big scene.

Guan Tianxiang looked up, the pale ceiling, and the six old-fashioned fans were slowly turning, as if they were silently waiting for the moment when he spoke.

I used to fantasize about the old overhead fan in the classroom, the screws would come loose, and then the fan would fall and crush him to pieces. This boring idea, when you say it, will only be used as a laughing stock by your classmates every day.

However, the old-fashioned fan at this moment brought Guan Tianxiang an endless sense of oppression, which somehow made him daunting. The speed of the fan did not stop or accelerate as he stepped up the steps, but remained in its original state, with a look of contempt.

Under the faint light reflection, the audience's eyes looked even colder, as if they were quietly waiting for him to fall down inaccurately.

The temperature at the scene dropped by several degrees Celsius, and his legs were already shaking.

The silent auditorium, anxiously waiting for the moment when he spoke.

But he was shocked by the atmosphere of the scene...... The judges looked at no one in their eyes, as if they were about to rob him of his courage.

"Ah Xiang, if you go up and be nervous, just look at your mother, so you don't have to be nervous."

Guan Tianxiang, who had not spoken on the stage for a long time, suddenly remembered his mother's reminder just now, and he hurriedly looked around, hoping to find his mother's trace and swallow the reassuring pill.

What's wrong...... Due to the lack of light and the audience, he was completely unaware of his mother's presence.

There is not a single face, there is an expectation that he will behave later.

There is not a single face, there is an encouragement for him to take the stage for the first time.

Every face is also a nightmarish existence.

His legs shook involuntarily and played an uneasy beat.

"You can start now."

After half a minute, the boy on the stage was still silent, standing in fear, so the judge spoke impatiently and urged.

was forced by such a sentence, but finally spoke.

"Once upon a time......

The old fan turns relentlessly until the end of the world.

"There......"

Pale smallpox, pale magnesium, reflecting pale people.

“……”

Pale mood, pale memories, shaping the pale Guan Tianxiang.

At this moment, Guan Tianxiang couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and he almost screamed, and hurriedly covered his disobedient mouth with his hand.

Yes, he forgot about Jerry.

When things first started to get weird, when it was found that there was a water outage, a power outage, and a network outage, it was Jerry who volunteered to walk out of the unit alone and go down the stairs to the lobby to learn the truth.

He also told them to stay in his home. In the end, they finally left the unit, and he was nowhere to be found.

If Jerry's phone is here, it can be inferred that Jerry has most likely been in front of this smoke-proof door. What did he encounter here? Why didn't he come back to them? Why did he leave his phone at the bottom of the stairs?

Is he here?

At that time, Guan Tianxiang, who was in a state of ecstasy, actually asked himself such a naïve question.

And he quickly realized it.

At the bottom of the stairs, no one was found. Jerry isn't here.

"What did you find?" Ah Mao walked over slowly, aimed at Jerry's mobile phone, and also exclaimed, biting his fingers.

How could Jerry leave his phone on the ground under the back staircase? Or did he wander here and leave it behind inadvertently?

Guan Tianxiang bent down, the floor under the light was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that the cleaner had not cleaned this inconspicuous corner for a long time. At this time, he suddenly remembered the strange Aunt Wang.

Didn't Aunt Wang call them to the lobby?

"If you want to know how to leave, the only thing you can do is go to the lobby and find me." Aunt Wang's words echoed in Guan Tianxiang's mind, and he still remembered them.

With immeasurable hopes, they stumbled and finally reached the ground floor, which was only a door away from the underground lobby.

It's a door away, hiding all the secrets of life and truth, and they're kept in the dark.

Everyone else walked over and noticed the phone on the ground, and they all opened their mouths.

Guan Tianxiang carefully picked up Jierui's mobile phone, and the dirty dust flew everywhere.

The surface of the phone has been covered with a thin layer of dirt, and it looks like the phone has been abandoned here for at least a few hours. What happened here a few hours ago?

Guan Tianxiang stood up straight, swept away the dust on the mobile phone screen, and saw the huge screen.

"What the hell did Jerry put his phone here?" Ah Mao was confused, and once again grabbed the hair that had fallen out a lot.

"Is he trying to give us information?"

Aixi's words made Guan Tianxiang's whole body shake.

yes, how could he not have thought of that?

Information......

In this generation's understanding, "information" seems to represent only online social platforms, but the meaning of information is much more than just a few emojis.

The blood letters on the door are also a kind of information.

Guan Tianxiang looked at the blood stains on the door again.

Those words...... Has Jerry witnessed it too? Did he understand the meaning?

Jerry left his mobile phone, is it directly or indirectly related to those blood words?

Bottom...... IERP…… These superficial words, which are also understood by elementary school students, seem here to be like the physical numbers that Einstein was also confused about.

Wait a minute...... Bottom......

Guan Tianxiang seemed to have thought of something.

It dawned on him that sometimes people are too likely to be limited in their thinking by the boxes of everyday habits.

The "bottom" refers to something that has nothing to do with the smoke door.

Guan Tianxiang shared this opinion with others, and Ah Mao nodded, his tone still contemptuous: "Who the doesn't know this." ”

Then he managed to create a silence for about half a minute.

Other meanings...... Bottom...... Bottom...... Since there is no abnormality or clue at the bottom of the smoke door, what else is special about the bottom of this iron door......

Wait a minute...... Staircase...... Bottom......

The bottom of the stairs.

That is also the position where Guan Tianxiang is located.

When he thought of this, his whole body was like an electric shock, and his body suddenly shook.

Does the blood word "bottom" point to the bottom of the stairs in front of you?

There are only two things at the bottom of the stairs, an unknown object, and Jerry's phone.

However, even if the meaning of "bottom" can be explained, it is impossible to determine what exactly is an "IERP".

Frankly speaking, perhaps because the shallow meaning of the word "bottom" is well known, the letter combination of "IERP", which has never been exposed to in primary and secondary schools, adds a layer of mystery to it.

"Wow, what the hell?"

Because Ah Mao often thunders and rains a lot, the severity of the matter is completely disproportionate to his reaction, so Guan Tianxiang still focused on the blood characters and did not respond to Ah Mao's shouting.

Remember that there is a case in the detective masterpiece "Sherlock Holmes" series called "A Study of Scarlet Letters", are they facing something similar at this moment?

Okay, Guan Tianxiang hasn't watched "Sherlock Holmes", he was still at the level of "Tiger Reporter" in junior high school, and he hasn't improved much now......

"Holy. You fool! ”

Ah Mao's excited howl was so loud that it forced Guan Tianxiang to turn his head......

That picture far exceeded Guan Tianxiang's budget.

Mei Tao was seriously clinging to Aixi's back, and Aixi had an extra fruit knife around her neck.

A sharp, sparkling fruit knife.

Aixi's face was as pale as snow, and she was shocked, biting her lower lip, not daring to shake it indiscriminately, as if she was afraid that if she was not careful, Mei Tao would carve a red artwork on her white and flawless young neck.

"What are you doing?" Ah Mao shouted angrily, but he didn't have the courage to approach Mei Tao.

Guan Tianxiang and Ah Jian, who couldn't figure out the situation for a while, were stunned, staring at Mei Tao, who was suddenly in trouble.

"Elsie just wanted to stab me to death." Mei Tao's voice was calm and confident, and he did not smell any hesitation.