Chapter 2: Dead Words Under the Moon

"Can't avoid it......" Chen Qing muttered twice, and the look on his face instantly returned to calm.

"Where is this, who are they, and what are the strange ......"

Chen Qing stood at the entrance of the staircase, thinking about all possibilities in his mind.

"A lot of people are missing in the neighborhood...... Is it because of our expedition? He asked himself, "The so-called squad...... Why is he the only one who has a memory? ”

He walked down step by step, his fingertips touching the armrest.

"I've been ......here," he whispered, but he clearly didn't remember anything.

"If I've been here ......"

Chen Qing fumbled and felt a mark carved with a knife at the end of the handrail.

Resembles a triangle, but slightly extended at the edges.

"I'll leave this trace......" his face changed slightly, he had really been here, and he had lost his memory of the place.

He walked down the stairs step by step, and the end of the dark hallway seemed unusually far away.

"Since I've been here, I'm sure I'll leave something behind...... I will definitely leave enough information for me to leave here a second time. ”

The hallway is similar to a residence hall, but it is not like a residence hall on campus.

The front of the left side is dyed with light blue wall paint, which is about 1.6 meters high. The semi-open balcony on the right, where you should be able to see the teaching building, is now fenced off, but this is only the second floor, which is not necessary.

Chen Qing stretched out his hand to explore outside the safety net, and sure enough, there was also resistance in the world outside the window.

"This is the original steel sealing window......"

He frowned and began to try to push the nearest door, he grabbed the handle and twisted it to the left and right, and the door opened.

The lotus pages creaked, and the scene inside the room was seen in the darkness for some reason.

"If I've been here......" he was silent for a moment, frowning, "No...... Why should I go and guess what I've done. I just have to follow the habit and study the development of things......"

He looked at the door, and inside it was a very simple girls' dormitory, with four beds and four chairs facing each other.

He walked to the side of the bed, and the bed was turned over again: "Have all the things been taken?" He followed the marks and opened them again, only to see a note pressed under the bed.

"Everything here will be the same as it was last time...... It makes sense.

But everything taken seems to be back in place. ”

He looked at the unfamiliar words on the note, and was a little curious, this was not his own handwriting, but the way the description in the text was extremely similar to his habits.

"Someone else helped me remember ......"

He frowned, since the group had all come in together, why...... In the end, only two people escaped.

Then came the drawers in the room, and he pulled back the chairs, pulled back the clothes that stood in front of the table, and looked into the drawers, which could be seen a little black even in the dark.

The metal handles were twisted on those tables, and the handles had been twisted for a long time, and there were strange iron filings to the touch, and he hesitated for a moment, then put his fingertips in front of his nose and sniffed lightly.

"Yes...... Blood? His face was white, and the smell of blood was extremely fresh.

"What I left behind. What else do I have left. ”

He kept his eyes on the look, and if something happened here, he would definitely leave a trace.

"If it's me right in front of the table...... If you don't know the danger, you will use your left hand to ......"

He lowered his head and searched for a place below the table.

"No?"

Chen Qing touched the iron rod on the side suspiciously, this was unreasonable.

"If it's me......"

He took two steps back, pulled a towel from the bed beside him, and tied the handle, pulling the drawer in the dark.

With a rattle, the sound of wood grinding came from not far away, and then only silence remained.

He stepped forward slowly, but none of the events he had expected had happened.

Inside the table, he found a flashlight.

"That's not right...... This is absolutely not right......"

He muttered softly and lit his flashlight.

At this moment, at the moment when the flashlight emitted light.

That face, or maybe it can't be called a human face.

The distorted protein aggregate appeared in front of Chen Qing.

It adhered to the bed in front of Chen Qing, stretched out the surroundings with a shelf, spread it out and clamped it on the hanger.

This is definitely the favorite way to dry for students who live on campus.

Chen Qing was shocked, and the eyelashes on that face were still trembling.

His hands too.

He gritted his teeth, and the fear of his physiology reached its peak with the smell of blood.

It wasn't the smell of the table.

The flickering light went down the face, dripping blood on the table, and the little blood flowed into a river to the floor of the room, passing the desk handle on the way.

And just now, his face was less than twenty centimeters away from this piece of protein.

",."

He controlled the speed at which his teeth chattered, and the reason in his heart was extremely suppressing the urge to cry out with fear.

"Why ......" he pinched the flashlight in his hand, his fingertips already white, "I just feel fear." ”

Little by little he walked towards the table, little by little he returned to where he had stood forward.

There, someone must have left something.

He touched the flashlight, which had bump marks, but unfortunately he couldn't tell when it was left.

If a group of people is frightened......

Maybe they didn't see this at the time.

He turned his gaze behind him, and someone should have slumped back, perhaps someone exclaimed......

A group of people, the movement created will definitely not be small.

He moved his stiff legs, his gaze resting on the bed where he had been standing.

"Handrails...... Somewhat bent. ”

Chen Qing decisively believed that this was the trace they had hit.

He approached and looked again, and there was a note next to the armrest on the bed: "Here they are, enough volume to disperse." ”

"They...... Who are they......"

Chen Qing frowned, but he always felt that the information left in the note was a little wrong.

Looking at the human skin in front of him, which was only a few feet away, Chen Qing's teeth clenched.

He restrained the rejection in his heart, walked up to the face step by step, and reached out to pinch the shelf that fixed the human skin.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the drooping human skin swayed gently, and the dented skin regained its roundness in a moment.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat, but he sandwiched the shelf into his hand.

The fingertips hurt a lot, and the force was great.

It was also at this moment that he looked at the face in front of him that was constantly shaking, and always felt that something was turning under the other party's eyelashes.

He was frightened and put the human skin in his hand.

He was disgusted in his heart, but the unknown emotion was that he would not let him leave the utensils in his hands.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and looked at the desk under the bed behind him.

On that desk, several desks were locked.

He shook it a little, and although the lock was rusty, it was still strong.

Seeing that he couldn't open these tables, Chen Qing set his sights on the only small drawer that was not locked.

He tugged lightly, and the picture that had been yellowing was lying in it.

That kind of photo......

He was stunned.

"This picture ......," he stroked gently.

Fingertips are clean and dust-free.

"The man in this picture."

He gritted his teeth and turned white.

What is printed on the photo is clearly his own face.

He was smiling, holding the people around him affectionately.

But he didn't remember the clothes, the scene, and the era when the picture was taken......

Chen Qing's face was innocent, and he looked at the other people in the photo.

Except for themselves, there were three people whose faces were burned by cigarette butts or something, and there was an empty hole.

Two people's faces were smeared with a black pen.

"Who the hell am I......" he gritted his teeth, a greater fear creeping through his heart.

"What happened to me again?"

Chen Qing looked at the photo in his hand and only felt that the world had become extremely ridiculous.

"Who the hell is it...... Changed my memory. ”