Chapter 741 Tenants on the Top Floor

The rain curtain continued from heaven to earth, getting heavier and heavier, blocking my sight. I could only barely see with my discerning eyes, and there were faint shadows of people moving in the ancient building opposite.

I'm not sure if it's an obsession or a ghost, it's so far apart.

"The building is empty. Where have the tenants of the Red Building gone?" I withdrew my gaze and glanced at the elevator in the middle of the corridor.

The only light on the entire top floor came from there, a faint green light, which looked a bit scary.

The elevator stopped at the top floor and never went down. What's even weirder is that the elevator door opens and closes, repeating itself endlessly, as if someone has been coming in and out.

"Grandma has already said it in detail. Shouldn't there be other secrets hidden in this building?" I walked towards the elevator, on high alert.

The corridor was very quiet, and time seemed to stand still. Only the stained elevator door was moving.

My body pressed against the wall, I counted my heartbeats and calculated the time.

The elevator door in the distance was closing, but not tightly, as if it had hit something, and then opened again.

"Every fifteen seconds, there shouldn't be anyone inside, right? Is there something wrong with the elevator?" Zhu Li repeatedly told me not to let me get close to the elevator, but his position was against mine. How could I trust the enemy's words?

I slowly approached, but nothing unusual happened. Half a minute later, I finally reached the elevator entrance.

Looking at the elevator that slowly opened to both sides, the faint light made my face turn blue.

"A cut off hand?" The wound was neatly cut, and the five fingers stretched out were thin and sharp, with traces of blue-black coagulated blood remaining.

I have seen this hand before. To be precise, I have seen a severed hand just like it.

I got closer, squatted down, looked attentively, and observed carefully.

Skin color, size, thickness of each finger...

"This is a left hand, and it comes from the same corpse as the right hand the doctor gave me." Putting the dismembered body in other places would even cause huge social panic, but in the Red Mansion this is really not a big deal.

"That's interesting." When I left the doctor's house, he insisted on giving me a severed hand for no reason. The reason was that when I encountered obsessions, I could throw the severed hand out to distract my obsessions.

"The doctor, Bai Ya'er and Zhu Li live on the same floor. They should have a good relationship. It's impossible for the doctor to sabotage Zhu Li's plan. Thinking about it this way, he must have had bad intentions when he cut off my hand." I threw the severed hand at Zhang Shuxue's house, but what's worse now is that I encountered another severed hand. The two hands came from the same corpse. It means that if a severed hand will cause danger, then the danger at this time will be around me.

"This hand looks like a specimen, but the production process is different from regular specimen production, so there are situations where the blood stains on the skin are not cleaned and soaked in formalin directly." The two severed hands should be doctors. I made it myself, and there are many similar specimens in his room. At first, I just thought it was his "personal hobby", but now it seems that these specimens should really have some function.

Looking up, the old elevator had probably not been maintained for a long time. It was like a tin trash can. The ground was mottled, and a huge black plastic bag was thrown in the middle. It also gave off an unpleasant smell.

I stuck my head into the elevator and looked at the top of the elevator. There was no camera, and most of the floor buttons inside had fallen off.

"Did the severed hand fall out of this black bag?"

I have seen many similar bags at Dr. Zhu Lihe's house, oozing with mucus and smelling bad.

Although I was reluctant to get close, in order to solve the mystery, I approached the elevator and opened the bag.

Opening a small corner, a pungent stench came out.

It was an indescribable smell, like disinfectant mixed with broth. Just smelling it, I felt all the hairs on my hair stand on end, and I quickly held my breath.

The viscous liquid dripped to the ground, dark brown, like paint, but thicker than paint, as if it was mixed with other things.

"Will the blood coagulate after the paint and blood are mixed together?" The surface of the bag is full of domestic garbage, the most conspicuous of which are some toilet paper and bandages stained red by blood. The blood coagulates on it, and because it is soaked in the paint, It's all rotten.

"This thing was definitely taken from Zhu Li's room. He is the only one in the Red Mansion who knows how to use paint." I opened the bag and poured out all the contents. The scene in front of me, a seasoned show host, They all find it a bit hard to accept.

Broken plaster shells, scattered internal organs, neatly cut fingers, and human bones that were polished smooth and made into works of art.

This is not like a person's garbage at all, but more like the devil's collection.

"Madman..." I subconsciously covered the camera of my mobile phone at the show. This scene was beyond the acceptable range for most people.

I rummaged through the garbage through the bag, and among the bloody and cruel debris, there was a clay pot the size of an adult's fist.

The mouth of the jar is sealed, and there seems to be something inside.

The clay pot was placed in the center, and it was difficult not to attract my attention. I turned back and glanced at the dark corridor. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, I felt cruel and reached out to lift the lid of the clay pot.

A pungent stench gushed out from it. I looked down and saw a heart full of holes pickled in the clay pot!

After closing the lid, I looked a little ugly.

"If these things are Zhu Li's household garbage, why do they appear in the elevator?"

The elevator in the Red Building can only be used on the seventh floor and above. If you want to open the elevator on the ground floor, only internal personnel can operate it. Thinking of this, a neglected character flashed in my mind: "There is a person living in the first unit of the Red Building!"

Zhu Li said that the building's security guard and his wife lived on the third floor of the Red Building. If there was someone in the building who could open the elevator workshop and enter the elevator from the first floor, then this person was probably the security guard.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Whether it was the old woman or Zhang Shuxue, they seemed to have inadvertently ignored this person during their conversations.

Now that I think about it, this is very unusual. There are actually security guards in the Red Building. Would anyone dare to approach such a building at night? What’s the point of security guards?

If I hadn't seen the special operation method of the elevator in the Red Building, I probably wouldn't have remembered it.

"Being able to work as a security guard in the Red Mansion, this person is extraordinary." I felt that my thinking was restricted, stuck in a blind corner, and couldn't find a breakthrough point.

It was definitely too late to go back to the third floor of the first unit to look for the security guard. I stared at the black plastic bag in front of me, looking at the dirty and bloody things on the ground, my brain running rapidly.

"Why did the other party put this garbage into the elevator? And then go to all the trouble to transport it to the top floor?" The severed hand stuck in the crack of the door seemed to be a clue. I vaguely felt that I had caught something, but I just couldn't. Guess it.

I exited the elevator without touching anything again.

"All the tenants in the red building have left their rooms. What are they doing?" I don't know whether these people are hiding somewhere in the building or have left the building. No one can be seen. It really makes me wonder. Somewhat flustered.

This has nothing to do with the realm of Taoism or ghost magic, it is just a human instinctive reaction.

The elevator doors open and close, over and over again.

I noted the placement of everything, turned around and left, heading towards the deepest part of the corridor.

The corridor seemed to be getting darker. I used the light from my phone screen to scan the house numbers one by one, and finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

"This is it."

I didn't take action rashly. To be cautious, I first listened to the sounds inside the door.

"There was no breathing, and there was no one in the house." I was about to reach out and pull the door lock, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of something.

There is a very thin hair tied between the lock ring and the handle! If I pull directly, this hair will definitely break.

"This person is really careful." I was secretly glad that I didn't act recklessly. I untied one end of my hair and twisted the door handle.

"Locked?"

This person who lives at the top of the Red Building seems different from the other tenants of the Red Building. Their style of doing things is completely different.

This person is cautious and suspicious, and does not look like someone whose mind is controlled by obsession.

"Is he really the show host?" A hair can't prove anything. I turned up the brightness of the phone screen, pointed it at the keyhole, and then took out the key to Bai Yaer's room. After seeing the tooth marks clearly, I took it Take out a banknote and fold it into the corresponding shape to unlock.

I used banknotes to open locks during the live broadcast at Henshan Mental Hospital. This is not a difficult task for me.

After several attempts, I finally opened both the inner and outer doors. I put away the banknotes and got into the house.

It's been a few hours since I arrived at the Red Mansion, and this room is the only room I've entered that doesn't smell bad.

The owner of the house should often open the windows for ventilation and cross-ventilation, so there is no musty smell in the house.

Standing at the door, facing the living room, you can see the window at a glance.

There is very little furniture in the house, and there are no unnecessary things. It can be seen that the owner of the house is a very capable and decisive person.

Open the curtains, and from this position you can overlook the ancient building opposite. The view is very good.

"The air is well ventilated. Could it be that the owner of the house often opens the windows because he has been monitoring the ancient building?" This house is much simpler than I imagined. There is nothing in the living room except a table and two wooden chairs. I pull up the Curtains, I checked the kitchen and bathroom, rummaged through the trash cans, and everything was cleaned.

"No flaws?" I stood in the middle of the living room and looked towards the bedroom, which was the only place that had not been searched.

Pushing open the door to the back room, the desk is close to the yellow wall, and on the other side is a wooden single bed.

There were folded quilts on the neat sheets, but there was nothing else in the bedroom.

I walked to the desk and opened the drawer. There were several pens of different colors inside.

"Only pens and no paper?" There were very few furniture and daily necessities in the house. My eyes wandered between the desk and the bed: "The bedroom space is not big to begin with, why do we need to put a desk here? He has no paper, just What does it mean to leave a few pens behind?"