Lu Yuan maintained the posture of pushing the door, and the whole person froze in place.

His eyes stared at the scene in the room in a daze, and he didn't move.......

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he walked in and gently closed the door.

Lu Yuan stood quietly at the door of the room, and the 100-watt incandescent lamp illuminated the whole room clearly.

Blood.

On the wall, on the floor, on the ceiling...... There were traces of blood everywhere.

Dark red, already dry and hard.

The smell of blood was so thick that I choked my nose.

A woman knelt in the center of the room with her back to Lu Yuan.

She's dead.

The skin on the entire back was stripped away, and the ribcage was opened from behind, but the inside was empty.

Around the woman, there are strange patterns, lines, symbols painted in blood... Some even look like children's graffiti.

The whole scene looked like some bloody and cruel sacrificial ritual.

And women are the sacrifices that are slaughtered like cattle and sheep in this ceremony!

"Uh-"

The calmness on Lu Yuan's face could no longer be maintained, and his stomach churned slightly.

Thanks to the fact that he had tried many ways to torture and kill rat people in his consciousness space, he had seen the images of those blood organs dumped on the ground like garbage.

The nerves were a little bigger.

I didn't vomit on the spot now.

"Shhhh

Lu Yuan wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but immediately stopped the act after inhaling a large amount of fishy smell.

He walked around the room slightly with his nose covered, and found a pile of charred things in the corner of the room.

It is estimated that it is the woman's clothes before her death, and there is a leather bag that has been burned by almost two-thirds.

Lu Yuan gently flicked with his foot, barely making out a few letters on the bag belt.

“H.. A.... L.....”

It seems to be a luxury brand.

Obviously, this woman who has been hollowed out of her guts for paint is not a native of this area.

Maybe a small white-collar worker working in a high-end office building in the city?

Lu Yuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the screen and found that there was still no signal.

He took a few pictures of the woman's body and the room, then retreated from the room.

"Goo-goo-goo-"

The hallway on the second floor was lit up, and there was no one but Lu Yuan.

He heard a noise from below him and looked down.

I found that the man in the vest who had just been in the living room and another person were holding something like a dustpan at this time, feeding the crows in the front yard like chickens.

Lu Yuan couldn't see what was in the dustpan, and the two of them didn't notice him.

He looked at it for a moment, then walked into the second room on the second floor in a dignified manner.

The second room is similar.

It is also a bloody and cruel sacrificial scene, and the walls and ground are painted with all kinds of strange symbols.

But this time it was a man who was sacrificed.

It looks strong.

But he was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, and his head was cut off by life.

Lu Yuan continued to take pictures and then exited the room.

He walked from room to room.

The second floor is finished, and then the third floor is up.

There was a bloody scene in every room.

The higher he went, the fresher those corpses and bloodstains became, and the colder and harder Lu Yuan's face became.

Even he could feel it clearly.

Inside their chest, all over their body.. There seemed to be a suppressed and icy air current.

Accumulate ......

It can erupt at any time.

......

In a cramped and dimly lit room, probably because there was a problem with the fluorescent tube in this room, the light flickered and flickered, and it was not at all as dazzling as the previous rooms.

Lu Yuan squatted down and gently stirred the pile of charred black ash on the ground with the half of the mosquito coil he had picked up in the stairs.

He pulled out a half-burned ID card from the charred black of the pile.

The portrait photo on the ID card is no longer clear, and the name column is .......

"Chen..."

Lu Yuan pronounced the first word, and the second word was burned, and he could only barely recognize a radical of "阝".

"Chen. Chen..."

A flash of light flashed in Lu Yuan's mind, and he subconsciously looked up at the corpse in the center of the room.

"Chen Yang?!"

He remembered the crying woman he had seen at the gate of the Yuanwu Pavilion, pestering Lin Zhiqin, and kept chanting "Chen Yang, my Chen Yang...".

The sacrifice in this room is indeed a male.

Very young.

All limbs were broken.

His facial features were cut off, and a pair of hollow eye sockets stared at the ceiling silently.

"Is it the same person?"

Lu Yuan doesn't know.

But it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

He watched silently for a while, threw away the mosquito coil in his hand, turned and walked out of the room.

This is the last room on the third floor.

The rest is the fourth floor.

Along the way, Lu Yuan entered no less than ten rooms and saw no less than ten corpses in different forms.

He thought he was going numb.

But when I walked into the first room on the fourth floor, my heart was still as uncomfortable as if I had been pinched hard.

The first room on the fourth floor is huge.

It's the same bloody slaughterhouse-like picture, full of weird and strange line symbols.

The only difference is.

In the center of the ritual in this room, four bodies knelt on their knees.

Three adults, one child.

All of them were beheaded, and each of them held his hands in front of his chest.

A stake in the chest cavity came out from underneath them, supporting them from falling.

On the ground in front of the corpse, there was a horn knife more than a foot long that nailed something to the ground.

Lu Yuan walked over step by step and saw that it was a photo.

The bloodstained photograph shows a family of five — a young couple holding a little girl.

Behind them stood an older couple.

Among them, the man with dark skin and a simple smile, like an old farmer, is clearly the man in the vest that Lu Yuan had seen below before, instructing people to beat Wang Zhichao!

Next to the photo, there is also a line written in blood - dedicated to.. The great Zonggao... Raven Stretch!

Lu Yuan looked at these crooked ones steadily, and even wrote two of them incorrectly.

In my mind, the man in the vest cut off the heads of his relatives one by one, placed them upright, and then used his rough big hands, which he had worked for most of his life, to dip in blood and write these words on the ground seriously.

Maybe in the end, I was afraid that I was not sincere enough, so I specially nailed the treasured family photo in front of the corpse......

Lu Yuan looked at the photo in front of him, his eyes flashed, and something seemed to be gushing out in his heart.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, a strong stench blew in my face.

Lu Yuan looked up and saw that the window facing the sun in this room was not closed, and the black curtains were blown by the wind.

He strode up and pulled back the curtains.

The stench that had been lingering between the mouth and nose since stepping into the courtyard instantly became many times stronger.

He looked down from the window.

All you see is a huge septic tank full of crows.

In the pool, there were faintly revealed rotting and whitish stumps and severed arms......

Lu Yuan stood in front of the windowsill for a long time.

The hot wind, which carried the stench of corpses and bird droppings, kept blowing on his face.

"Brute."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and said something as if talking to himself.

Open it again.

There was only complete coldness left in his eyes.

"Damn."

He turned calmly and walked in the direction of the door.