Chapter 694 Room 9

"Damn, it's so insidious. Reading М" Huai Yi also figured it out, and cursed in a low voice: "The sign-in book is placed opposite the head. If you want to sign, you have to go over there, and you have to turn your back to the head. Who can stand this?"

Wen Liangshan licked his lips and said: "Don't be so dead, brother Huai, my brother Jiang can do it. If it weren't for Jiang's carelessness at the beginning, how could this little trick hide my brother Jiang's eyes?"

Fatty: "Wen Liangshan, I remember you didn't do this yesterday."

Jiang Cheng ignored it, glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and frowned slightly. It was 12:19 now, "Hurry up, we don't have much time left."

This mission is not only to sign in from the 1st floor of the building to the 5th floor alive, but also has a time limit. If you can't leave from the main entrance before 12:44, the mission will be considered a failure.

They will be left forever, just like the missing Xiaoting.

Retreating to the previous stairs, several people quickly went upstairs, but just halfway up, they heard Wen Liangshan say "Huh?"

Because the surroundings were extremely quiet, this sound seemed particularly abrupt.

"What are you screaming for?" Huai Yi asked.

Wen Liangshan seemed to be attracted by something. He stretched out his hand and touched the handrail of the stairs. After a while, his breathing became rapid. "Brother Jiang, come and see."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng walked over. He did not turn on the flashlight on his mobile phone in the corridor, but only used the weak light from the screen to illuminate.

There were obvious water stains on the handrail of the stairs. When you get close, you can still smell a pungent smell. It is the formalin used to soak the corpse.

What's more terrifying is that there are scratches on the handrail. It looks like it was left by sharp nails.

But Jiang Cheng scratched it with his nails a few times and found that although the handrail was old, the wood used was still solid, and it was very difficult to leave scratches on it.

Jiang Cheng could even imagine that the nails of the hand that left the scratches must be very sharp, like a knife.

The higher you go, the more marks left by the scratches of the nails, densely packed, and particularly creepy.

"Doctor." The fat man walking on the other side suddenly said, "Come and take a look here?"

Following the position of the fat man's finger, it is the side next to the wall. The white wall is peeling off badly, and there are all kinds of scratches on it.

Just like the wooden handrail, they are all left by fingernails.

There are also a few lines of crooked words.

"Why do you come here?"

"Why don't you listen to me?"

"Don't go up again, this is not a place for living people."

"I have warned you."

"Do you really want to see me die?"

"Then it's as you wish."

"Hehe, in fact, when you see this line of words, you are already dead."

"Stay here."

"Be with me forever and ever. "

These words were carved little by little with fingernails, and they looked like a bunch of reptiles. If you look at them for a long time, you will feel a pain in your head like needles.

The threat and weirdness implied in them cannot be described in words.

Another point that attracted Jiang Cheng's attention was the location of these words, some of which were more than 2 meters above the ground.

Then the question came.

How did the person, or thing, who wrote these words do it?

Can they fly?

Or can they crawl on vertical walls like spiders?

Because Jiang Cheng knew that one of Fatty's talents was to use his imagination, he Cheng did not say this guess, fearing that he would be scared.

Just remind everyone to be alert.

The layout of the fourth floor is different from the other floors. It is not clear whether it is related to the building or what, but everyone always feels that the ceiling of this floor is obviously higher than the previous floors.

Looking up, it is pitch black, as if it can lead to another world.

And the temperature is lower than the previous floors.

If they felt cold before, the temperature here has begun to make them shiver.

Even people like Jiang Cheng who are not afraid of cold subconsciously wrap their clothes tightly.

"It's so cold." Wen Liangshan kept squeezing into the middle of the team, and finally he was glared at by Huai Yi, and then he calmed down. The lower half of his face had completely shrunk into his clothes, and the sound he made was very muffled, "I say, where are we, the gates of hell?"

"If you can talk, talk more, if you can't, shut up! "

Walking slowly along the corridor, the corridor seemed endless, with darkness in front and behind. The sound of footsteps echoed here, giving everyone a sense of desolation forgotten by the world.

The rooms on both sides did not look like ordinary classrooms or offices.

First of all, the doors were different. They were heavy iron doors with old-fashioned padlocks. Some doors were painted dark green, and some were painted blue.

The doors were also wider than ordinary doors. Jiang Cheng stopped in front of an iron door. There were no signs or other instructions on these doors. The only way to identify them was a few marked numbers.

A little to the right of this door, the number 9 was painted with bright red dye.

"Room 9." The fat man looked at the bright red number and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Brother Jiang." Huai Yi looked at Jiang Cheng and asked in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with this room? "

On the way here, there were many similar rooms around, with no signs, no instructions, and no indicators.

There was nothing except a heavy iron door that couldn't be opened and a few numbers.

They didn't even know what was going on inside.

Jiang Cheng ignored him and directly took Huai Yi's hand and put it on the door. The next second, Huai Yi's face suddenly changed.

Cold.

No, that's not right. It's not cold, but chill.

That kind of bone-chilling chill!

Before meeting Jiang Cheng, Huai Yi had experienced some supernatural events, and this chill was from those things.

Before Huai Yi could speak, Jiang Cheng said, "This should be the morgue where the entire medical school stores corpses."

"This floor is all?"

Huai Yi was shocked. This is just a medical school, not a professional hospital or a morgue in a funeral home. How could there be so many corpses?

"Of course not, only this one is, the others are fake." Jiang Cheng pointed to the position below the door, "We have walked through so many rooms, only this room has no threshold."

"Because a professional cart is needed to transport the body, a threshold will be very inconvenient for the cart to enter and exit." Jiang Cheng pushed the door with a bone-chilling coldness and found that the door was locked. It was a very old chain lock with a cold metallic luster.

"Help me to be alert." Jiang Cheng took out a black hairpin from his pocket and bent the wire inside. The hairpin was taken off Yuan Xiaoyi's head. At that time, she said she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.