The ignorant are fearless, and the two do not understand the meaning of the pattern, and the light of the flashlight flashes by, and they leave it behind with a complete disgust.

As you continue to climb up, similar patterns begin to slowly increase, and they are connected together, almost forming a complete story. In addition to Michelangelo's "The Last Judgment", they are expressing something more.

It's a pity that they meet two ignorant people, and their knowledge of these things is only to the point of hearing of a great Western god called Jesus.

The two walked up cautiously and slowly, and Wang Qian said suddenly: "What smells so bad?"

"Huh?" Liu Haoxue was stunned, he was already half drunk, and his nose was far less sensitive than Wang Qian's.

Wang Qian moved the light of the flashlight on the ground to see if there were any dead rats or something. In a situation where wild cats are frequent, it is not surprising that leftover rat carcasses rot and stink here. He just wanted to find it and kick it downstairs.

After looking for a long time, I didn't find it, but Liu Haoxue's face was itchy, and some small insects buzzed and flew to his face.

"Smack!" Liu Haoxue slapped himself in the face, shone a flashlight into the palm of his hand, and found that it was a huge green-headed fly.

"Hey, look what I've captured. Liu Haoxue said with a smile.

Wang Qian stretched out his head to look at it and said strangely: "There will be flies at night?"

Liu Haoxue was also a little dazed, which really didn't seem to be a conventional phenomenon. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, there were already a lot of flies in the summer, and maybe it wasn't strange that there were so many industrious ones at night.

But the further up we went, the more flies grew, and the stench of decay became stronger, as if a huge corpse was hiding somewhere upstairs to rot and rot, eventually attracting the infamous little insects.

By the time we reached the twelfth floor, the slow tune I had heard was clear.

It is a mixed tune, with a low, rich and full organ-like sound, a soft male and female voice mixed together a vague hum, and a thick and beautiful male whisper with some pity and sorrow in a low voice: "Keep yourselves in the love of God, and look to the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to eternal life." Have compassion on those who are suspicious, snatch them out of the fire and deliver them, and have compassion on those who are fearful, even the garments stained with lust. To the only God of our Saviour, who is able to keep you from stumbling, so that you may stand before his glory without blemish and with joy, to our Lord Jesus Christ, to him for all eternity, and for ever, and for ever. Amen. (Jude 1.21-1.25)

The intonation is plain, and the ups and downs don't change much. The thick, wide, glorious voice should have a sense of serenity.

But only in this quiet night, the chaos of green-headed flies flew non-stop, and an unknown stench permeated the empty building, and when such a sound came from the flickering candlelight from the doorway of the upper floor, it was terrifying!

Neither of them knew that this passage was derived from the advice given to people in the last verses of the book of Jude, but instinctively, they both looked at each other, and cold sweat broke out in their palms, just like the cold air blowing from the ice cellar in the scorching summer heat rushed to their backs, causing a chill.

"Evil Sect!" Wang Qian said in a low voice.

Liu Haoxue also felt abnormal, especially the cold that was like Mangla on his back, which made his wine wake up half.

Wang Qian extinguished the flashlight and whispered unsteadily: "You still decided to go up and have a look?"

Liu Haoxue hesitated for a moment, feeling that the retreat didn't seem to be done by a man, so he said stubbornly: "I...... Go and see, are you coming?"

Wang Qian swallowed with difficulty, and finally nodded.

Both of them turned off the flashlight and felt their way to the hole where the flickering candlelight came from. In the uncertain candlelight, the doorway sometimes seems clear, sometimes blurry, and the flickering candlelight will suddenly shine a flare, and then degenerate into a shadow, making it like a toothless mouth - almost all old people have such a mouth, it represents the fading of life and the final destruction that no one can escape, a complete omen.

When the two of them came to the door, they felt that the stench they had been smelling suddenly became stronger, as if they were substance, and hit them hard!

Wang Qian's stomach began to churn, and he hurriedly blocked his mouth with his fist. It stinked more than anything he had ever smelled, a thousand times worse than the stinky tofu he hated the most.

Liu Haoxue jumped in from outside the door, suffocated by the stench for a while, and only after relieving himself did he turn on the flashlight violently, and went straight ahead, shouting loudly: "I'm a security guard here......!" Who's here, out—"

Wang Qian was abruptly cut off when he heard Liu Haoxue's shouting, he began to gasp, shaking like a pendulum, and the words behind him all became broken monosyllabic with unknown meaning: "Oh, oh God! Oh my God! Evil, wow!"

The last sound of the last wow was the last sound that this man who looked quite strong made when he fell to his knees and vomited the sea.

The flashlight fell from Liu Haoxue's hand, shining on something — it was a rather old gramophone with a record on it, and it was spinning, allowing the skipping needle to read the information recorded in the ancient way, and the sound that the two of them had heard all along. It repeats only one paragraph, the one that admonishes the world.

Wang Qian knew that Liu Haoxue saw more than just the thing that shouldn't have appeared, and the phonograph was not scary. People who will vomit immediately at the sight of a gramophone are the ones who are really scary.

So he raised his flashlight tremblingly and shone it in the direction that Liu Haoxue had just shined.

The snow-white light emitted by the flashlight froze in the air, and Wang Qian only glanced at the scene in front of him, and knew that he would never forget it in his life.

That's a bunch of stuff that should never have been!

There, there was a pile of broken flesh forming a human figure. Rotting is long enough for them to lure a horde of flies to suck the rotting corpse water and lay eggs in the muddy muscles, but not enough for them to completely decay, so they can be cobbled together into human form.

The figure was suspended from the roof of a concrete slab, with two steel wires threaded through the shoulder blades to form the main support. The other four steel wires pass through the elbows and palms of the hands, and the ends are also fixed to the roof by cement nails, so that the whole human form forms a hugging motion that bends slightly downward. Its thighs are made of two good billiard batters, which penetrate from the center of the foot to the hip through the flesh, so that the whole figure stands up, like scolding the ground.

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