Then decorate the room with broken mirrors, refract the light on the four walls, place the mobile phone, and confirm that the light fills the entire bathroom, isolating the possibility of the group of ghost children seeping in from any corner, and then settle down.

Ye Sheng licked the blood cut by the lens on his hand, and began to tilt his head, thinking about how to solve today's predicament.

The windows and doors are sealed and blackened, so that no light can get in, even during the day.

For the Qin family, this is a forbidden place, and basically no one will come.

The ghost child outside is very interested in him, and now although he is afraid of light and does not dare to come in, he also lingers at the door of the toilet and does not stop.

His phone was only 30 percent charged, and the flashlight didn't last long.

Ye Sheng picked up his mobile phone, clicked into his address book contacts, and found that in addition to the counselor, there was only Huang Yiyue.

His popularity is really bad enough.

He pulled his lower lip and chose to contact Huang Yiyue directly.

Xie Wenci must have deleted all the records after sending him a message on Huang Yiyue's mobile phone, but he kept them. He took a screenshot of the chat interface and sent it to Huang Yiyue, concisely and to the point.

- "I'm in the western-style building opposite Qinjia Lake. ”

The diaphragm of the toilet is not very effective.

On a thin wall, the two bodyguards in the bedroom screamed hysterically and cried in despair.

"Ahhh Ahhh Hell, ahhhh ”

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! ”

"Don't eat me, woo woo!"

Ye Sheng knelt on one knee, the mirror refracted a dazzling white light, shining on the young man's cold and dark face, and his fingers lightly touched a broken mirror placed in front of him.

The temperature of the fingertips is as cold as the mirror.

Ye Sheng did not regret walking into this bungalow recklessly.

There are many adventures in his life. One thing, if the motive is that he wants to do it, then whatever the outcome, is not wrong in his eyes.

He underestimated the danger of this western-style building, E-class heretics are indeed not terrible, but E-class heretics that can be fused can definitely cause death.

After Ye Sheng figured this out, he was a little more relaxed. For the two crying people next door, they can also completely ignore it.

There is a word in the concept of jurisprudence called manslaughter. The death of the two was Incident A, and his incapacitation of the two was Incident B. But now event A will happen with or without event B.

It's no wonder that these two people are coming to this wood.

Boom.

Something fell off the washstand and rolled all the way to Ye Sheng's feet.

It's a small white medicine bottle.

Ye Sheng was slightly stunned, and saw that in addition to some toiletries on the washstand in this bathroom, there were also some scattered medicines in the cabinet. There are capsules, there are syrup, there are pills, there are all kinds of styles, but the labels on the pill bottles are torn off.

He picked up a bottle of medicine that had not been torn clean, carefully discerned it, and recognized the words on it.

Compound Xuanju capsules.

What?

Ye Sheng picked up another bottle and saw the words on it.

Spermatogenic capsules.

Ye Sheng: "............"

This is where Old Man Qin lived thirty years ago. At that time, he was about thirty or forty years old, and I heard that he was rumored to be amorous, and it should not be used to treat symptoms such as impotence.

Ye Sheng had a vague conjecture, and after looking at the names of other medicines, he confirmed it.

- Old Man Qin suffers from asthenospermia, and it is severe asthenospermia, which is male infertility in layman's terms.

How did a man with severe asthenospermia spread out and give birth to so many children?

Ye Sheng thought of the little star who died in Cheng'en Hospital, and his intuition told him that if Old Man Qin didn't dare to cast evil magic on himself, then he could only do something to his wife.

…… The ghost children in this room are probably retribution.

Ye Sheng was still analyzing the causes and consequences.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the toilet door. Ye Sheng frowned, thinking that Ning Weichen had found the top floor. But after the people outside buzzed out and shouted to him to "open the door", Ye Sheng was sure that it was not Ning Weichen.

Children of one or two years old are very smart, and the first step in their babbling is to learn from their parents to speak, but in the end, they are children, and their tone and tone are very immature.

Ye Sheng could even see the black shadow that was about to rush in through the crack above the door.

"Open the door."

"Ye Sheng, open the door."

"Open the door."

The tone is childish and weird. This building is their chassis, and the conversation between Ye Sheng and Ning Weichen on the first floor is estimated to have been listened to by them and they know his name.

Ye Sheng stared at the phone in a daze, but Huang Yiyue did not reply to him. She wore a gown to the banquet, and it was impossible for her phone to be on her body. Another piece of bad news is a pop-up message on your phone, "The phone is less than 20 percent charged."

He doesn't need to worry about the business next door anymore, he needs to think about himself now.

Ye Sheng looked down at himself in the mirror.

Lavatory.

It's a toilet again.

In the mirror, he was wearing a silver-white suit, his hair was black and his face was fair, if he looked like a rich young master.

The self in the mirror and the self outside the mirror looked at each other, and their eyes were cold.

Ye Sheng doesn't like to take pictures, and naturally he doesn't like to look in the mirror.

The number of times I looked in the mirror from childhood to adulthood was only a handful. The last time I looked in the mirror, if I remember correctly, it was in the toilet of carriage 44, where he met the fetus girl.

Fetal girl.

Ye Sheng suddenly raised his hand and touched his lower abdomen. He swallowed his sister into his stomach and made sure she had been "digested". But the core was still there, and there was still a gossamer-like blood mist hovering inside him. Deep cool, cold, not to be ignored.

He couldn't help but recall the first PS he saw on the information of the fetus at that time.

——【post scriptum ：

No one knows that the fetus has a mischievous sister. After the younger sister was eaten by the fetus, she had a full meal in her sister's belly. Shhhhh 】

That PS created the tool "sister", allowing it to devour all the children in the belly of the fetus and absorb the power of the fetus.

And now this "sister" is in her own body.

A strange thought suddenly appeared in Ye Sheng's heart.

He thought of the stitch.

He can use Xiao Fang's tools to create Alice and get the ability to sew corpses.

So now, can he use the "sister" of the fetus to get the ability of the fetus to "summon the spirit".

【Crying Spirit】

At that time, the cry of the fetus girl could wake up an entire carriage of F-class heretical corpses, which she controlled and used for her.

So, what are the consequences of "crying" against the thousands of ghost children outside.

Ye Sheng looked at himself in the mirror.

Closed his eyes and began to seriously recall how the fetus operated at that time - in the mirror of the 44 carriage, the fetus opened her mouth, wrinkled her whole face, and then broke her throat and cried.

Ye Sheng: "......"

Ye Sheng: "............"

Depend on.

Rely on it.

Ye Sheng scolded in his heart, quickly opened his eyes, and put this thought behind him. He couldn't even imagine himself laughing, let alone crying.

His face is not suitable for any normal human expression - laughing so distorted, crying so ugly, goosebumps just thinking about it.

Walking on the street can be ugly enough to affect the appearance of the city.

The image of himself wrinkling his face and opening his mouth to cry passed through his mind.

“…………”

Ye Sheng closed his eyes to calm down his emotions, and asked himself silently: Do I really want to torture my soul and spicy other people's eyes by the way for my own temporary safety?

But the sky was not as he wished.

This broken mobile phone is an antique second-hand mobile phone left to him by the old man before he left.

The storage capacity of the battery is not comparable to that of a normal mobile phone.

Twenty percent of the battery is a watershed, and the power behind it drops almost one bar a minute.

In the blink of an eye, there was only 15 percent left.

The knock on the door outside has not stopped, and the ghost child is particularly interested in him, and has even called "Dad" outside.

Several children called out to him for their father, giggling halfway through the shout, and then scratching at the walls again.

The echo resounded in the gloomy western-style building, which was particularly eerie.

[The battery of the mobile phone is less than 10%]

The ever-shrinking numbers are like a countdown to life.

Ye Sheng finally compromised.

He mentally builds himself.

Never mind.

Nothing awkward.

There is no shame in doing anything to stay alive.