After repeated observation, Takamei could determine that there was no one else in this hidden room underground except for him and the investigator.

"The devil isn't on my side? But why didn't the investigator run? He sat on the chair, his hands and feet were not tied by ropes, and he could leave the chair by himself! ”

The chair in which the investigator sat was made of metal and leather, and the back and cushions were stained with blood.

"Help me! Help me! The investigator sat motionless in his chair, shouting loudly, but his body did not even dare to tilt, as if he was deliberately luring Gao Ming over, but looking at his face covered with cold sweat, it didn't look like he was lying.

"What are you afraid of? What's hidden in the house? "This is clearly a trap, how dare Gao Ming go directly to it?

The investigator shook his head slightly, cold sweat slid down, he didn't know, but he didn't dare to say.

"There's a ghost in the house that I can't see?" Gao Ming asked tentatively, and the investigator shook his head again, his eyes looking to the side, as if trying to make Gao Ming be careful of the torture instruments around him.

Just as he made this action, he watched as the very ordinary chair suddenly locked the investigator's hands, and the surrounding torture instruments actually moved on their own.

"Help me! Save me!! ”

The investigator's body was bent at will, and he ate flesh and blood, and the flesh and skin were connected, but the pain did not diminish because of this.

As the screams rang out, all the torture instruments in the room seemed to smell of blood, and they were connected by red silk threads, swarming towards the investigator in the middle of the seat!

Heartbreaking, the scene in front of him made Gao Ming unbearable to look at it directly.

In just five minutes, the investigator who had eaten the flesh was completely killed, his body disappeared, and only a beating heart was left on the chair with black letters written on it.

The partition in the middle of the chair was pulled open, and the investigator's heart fell into the chair, which slowly moved towards the high life in the darkness.

The area of the underground torture chamber was not small, but it was not large either, and Gao Ming's body was soon entangled in blood-colored threads, and he was rigidly fixed to the chair.

There were no ghosts in the torture chamber, but they were more terrifying than any of the ghosts he had encountered before his death.

This is a paradise that the demons have built for themselves, and pain and hurt are real.

The sound of metal clashing rings in my ears, and chains crawl on the ground like snakes, and those chains have the past of the dead written on them, and they writhe humbly, let them be driven.

The rough chains wore through the skin, and Gao Ming was strangled on the chair, and he still remembered what Situ An said outside, the fierce ghost likes to torture the victim, the more determined the person, the more reluctant it is to kill directly, it will destroy the other party step by step.

"If you want to live, you can't give up hope."

Some things are easy to say, but they are extremely difficult to do, and sometimes it is much easier to die than to live.

The blood-red wooden table moved in the darkness, and when Takamei saw what was on the table, his pupils suddenly narrowed in his remaining eyes.

There are all kinds of knives neatly arranged on the table - boning knives, slicing knives, bone chopping knives, sashimi knives, peeling knives, V-shaped poke knives, U-shaped poke knives, cutting knives, ring picking knives, round hole poke knives, digging ball knives......

The red line was straight, and the knife on the table seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and the sharp blade slowly approached and stuck to the skin.

His teeth were clenched, and his already injured left eye was bleeding again.

Each knife has its own function, they are the cook's utensils for handling the ingredients, and the tools for the evil spirits to torture their prey.

Different blades leave different wounds and bring different pain.

His face was pale, his body was soaked with cold sweat, his teeth were almost crushed, and Gao Sheng's hands clutched at the chains that bound him.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Cowardice will make the ghost see the loophole, fear will trigger a chain reaction, and despair cannot appear, you must control your every nerve and live!

Blood soaked his legs, the tip of the knife touched his bones, and the wounds grew, even becoming a cruel painting.

Gao Ming didn't know when someone would come to save him, maybe never, he didn't dare to think deeply, he could only keep giving himself psychological hints.

One second, two seconds......

Time had never been so slow, the speed at which the blade cut through the skin seemed to coincide with the speed at which the second hand moved, and all sorts of terrifying laughter were slowly approaching.

Blood dripped to the ground, and the torture instruments in the corner of the wall were like hungry wolves, licking the smell of fish, and gathered towards the chairs.

There are all kinds of terrible things in this room, and what is even more terrifying is that I will be dragged to those torture instruments immediately.

Trapped in the dungeon, the birds were unable to spread their wings, their feathers were plucked off one by one, their beaks were pried open, and their claws were broken.

The ghost doesn't want the bird to never fly again, it wants the bird to never have the idea of flying again. He loved to look at the winged birds, crying out for himself to cut off their wings!

The clock on the wall was the only thing in the room that had nothing to do with punishment, but it was also extremely cruel at this time, because time became the unit of pain, the accomplice of despair.

Time flies too slowly, death comes too slowly.

His ten fingers and legs were all covered in blood, and Gao Ming's spirit began to trance, and he couldn't tell whether it was his clothes or his skin that had been cut open on his chest.

The only thing he could feel now was that his heart was still beating, that he was alive, that he still had hope.

Eighteen minutes passed, and in the nineteenth minute, Situ An's suppressed voice came from the room next to Gao Ming.

Compared with Gao Ming, Situ An's heart was one step ahead of him.

The torture instruments became "excited", they temporarily dropped their high lives, disappeared in the darkness, and all flocked to the next door.

Under the torture that bordered on madness, the rift in Situ An's will began to widen, and screams rang out.

Gao Ming was actually at the limit, and he knew very well that if he hadn't come in by himself, there would have been another investigator in the chair. The investigator's death had bought him a little time, and maybe he was the one who didn't resist now.

"After torturing Situ An to death, those torture instruments will come back to deal with me, and now is the best chance to leave!"

The ghost itself is not here, and these torture instruments seem to be only a part of its "body".

"There are three or two passages in this killing chamber, one is the secret passage I was thrown into just now, almost ninety degrees inclined, covered with sharp glass shards; one leads to Situ An's room next door; There is also a passage behind the chairs......"

In the process of being tortured just now, Gao Ming didn't give up and kept an eye on his surroundings.

"Can't wait any longer!" Gao Ming took advantage of all the torture instruments to torture Situ An, broke free from the blood line, he wanted to run to the dark passage, but as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he fell directly, the injury was too serious, and now he has no ability to climb out of the dark passage with a nearly ninety degree inclination.

When I came, the road was impassable, and the torture instruments were all next door, and now only the passage behind the chair remains.

Crawling behind the chair, Gao Ming saw a dark iron door at the end of the passage, and he beat it hard, but the iron door did not move.

Everything is like a deliberate arrangement by the evil spirit, even if the victim escapes, they are greeted not by hope, but by deeper despair.

Run? Where can you run?

The big lock on the iron door was painted with a smiling face, as if it mocked all those who were struggling desperately.

Turning his head, Takamei saw the huge chair moving slowly behind him, and it also followed the passage, as if it was going to "bite" Takamei back into the seat.

"Can't go back, absolutely can't go back!"

The blood stains on the iron door had not yet dried, and Gao Ming opened his backpack and grabbed a photo of himself with his parents, and his blood-stained hand dialed his family's number.

The busy sound sounded, and in the midst of an anomalous event completely cut off from the outside world, only a high-life mobile phone could make a single call.

Every time the sound of Di Di Di sounded, the shadows around him became a little thicker, and the father and mother in the photo seemed to hear the voice of Gao Ming, and their faces with weird smiles turned slightly, looking at Gao Ming outside the photo!