Chapter 972 Non-Existent Room

"Let's hurry up, it's getting dark soon." Bai Xiaojie wrapped her clothes tightly and urged.

The setting sun was setting in the west. From their point of view, the setting sun was just blocked by the buildings, and the sky became dark. For a moment, a strange feeling appeared in everyone's heart.

It was as if the building in front of me was different from before.

The wind started blowing in the manor. Huaiyi raised his head and saw a large dark cloud floating above his head. The dark clouds were entangled with the dim sky, creating an invisible pressure on people, as if foreshadowing something.

"Go back quickly, it seems... something doesn't seem right. The weather can change at any time." Huai Yi was also a little scared.

Jiang Cheng also noticed the oppressive feeling that the storm was about to hit the building. His intuition told him that if he still wandered around the manor after dark, something terrible would happen.

He quickly took out his mobile phone, found a good angle, and took a photo of the building, and then the group of people quickly ran towards the door.

Worried that the painting would get wet from the rain, the fat man put the painting away and ran with everyone. When he was about to run, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. The fat man looked behind him subconsciously. The next second, all the blood in his body was Frozen.

With the light of the lightning flash, he saw that the originally dark windows were filled with people, and there were pale faces looking at them expressionlessly at every window.

"Fuck!!" The fat man was shocked and the painting in his hand fell to the ground. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

Strangely enough, the moment the painting was taken away from his hand, those pale faces disappeared. When he came back to his senses and looked over again, the windows returned to their previous appearance. Although it was darker, he could still see it vaguely. There was nothing behind the window.

Everything just seemed to be an illusion.

Jiang Cheng quickly picked up the painting and asked, "What's wrong with you?" He followed the fat man's gaze and found nothing strange.

"There's...someone!" The fat man didn't understand at the moment, but he still tried his best to explain to everyone.

"With the lightning just now, you saw people standing behind the windows, and people standing behind every window?" Miao Qing just imagined that scene in his mind and felt a chill on his back.

"That's it...that's it." The fat man said tremblingly.

At this moment, they have returned to the building, and no one wants to go out to verify. To be precise, no one dares.

"Why are you the only one who saw it?" Bai Xiaojie asked in a low voice. She didn't think there was anything special about this chubby guy. Miao Qing once said that you should be wary of the man named Jiang Cheng. He is the most troublesome among the group. .

"Could it be related to this painting?" Huaiyi stared at the painting, suddenly feeling a little scared.

This sentence woke everyone up, "It's possible." Jiang Cheng took the painting and slowly unfolded it, "Maybe the person holding this painting can see some scenes that ordinary people can't see."

With this idea in mind, everyone comforted the fat man and asked him to speak in more detail, "Besides those faces, what else did you notice?"

"There seems to be nothing else." The fat man scratched his head and said hesitantly.

Jiang Cheng took out a pen and paper and spread it on the table. "Let's do this. Draw what you see, as complete as possible." Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the shoulder and comforted him, "Draw slowly, don't be in a hurry."

The fat man recalled for a moment and began to write. The strange thing was that the scene seemed to be frozen in his mind. As soon as he closed his eyes, pale human faces were staring at him.

The fat man endured great discomfort before he gradually drew something that was no different from a child's simple drawing in everyone's eyes. A large frame represented the building and the small squares represented the windows.

Valley Analysis

After the fat man drew a square on the edge, Miao Qing's expression suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand as if to ask a question, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with his eyes.

After Fatty finished all the drawings, Jiang Cheng asked in a calm voice: "Fatty, are you sure there is nothing missing or something that needs to be modified?"

The fat man stared at it for a while, then put down his pen and explained to Jiang Cheng with a strange expression: "It's strange to say that the scene at that time seemed to be engraved in my head. I'm sure that's what I saw, no. It would be wrong!”

After Huaiyi swallowed, he stared at the corner of the screen and asked in a tentative voice: "Brother Fugui, do you...do you want to take another look, maybe..."

"What do you want to say?" Fatty rarely gets angry, but this time he was extremely upset. He had said many times that the scene he saw was like this, why didn't everyone believe him.

"Fat man." Jiang Cheng interrupted him suddenly, then slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at a corner of the screen. At this moment, Bai Xiaojie was speechless, her eyes wide open, staring at the position of Jiang Cheng's finger.

There is a window there, at the very edge of the third floor. But strangely, the window in the painting is actually floating there out of thin air. There is nothing underneath the window. There is no window on the second floor to match it.

It feels like the third floor of the building extends out of thin air.

"This...how is this possible?!" Fatty exploded immediately, "I drew this?"

A few seconds later, he immediately went to look at the painting left by the psychic. Now he looked carefully and saw that the corresponding position on the third floor was shrouded in a layer of gray and black, like a fog or a tumbling cloud. The dark clouds blend into the dark background of the picture.

The fat man trembled his hands and rubbed the corresponding position. The gray-black layer seemed to be wiped off a little. His movements became faster and faster, and the amplitude became more and more exaggerated, until...

"Hiss——"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

The fat man stumbled back, but his eyes were still fixed on the painting. As the background color was wiped off, a window really appeared at the corresponding position of the picture. Through the window, you can see the densely packed corpses inside.

"Found it, the non-existent room." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and spoke slowly.

The location of the room has been determined, but now there is a new problem in front of everyone.

How to enter that room?

"I remember that position is a wall." Huai Yi recalled: "Should we try to break it open?"

This suggestion was a bit rough, but everyone had no better way. Breaking the wall requires tools. Fortunately, Miao Qing said that when he was checking the kitchen, he found a small storage room not far away with tools.

Everyone found a big hammer and some miscellaneous tools in the storage room. They took the tools to the third floor, took down the painting at the end of the corridor on the third floor, threw it aside, and then started to smash the wall.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

The fat man rolled up his sleeves and swung the hammer again and again. He had enough strength, as if he was venting the fear that had accumulated before, but no matter how hard he smashed, he could not leave any marks on the wall.