Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 235: Spirit of painting
Chapter 235 Painting Soul
Withdrawing my steps, I looked at the countless phantoms in the mirror, silently retreated into the room, and closed the door.
"The risk is too great." Even with the protection of the ghost, I don't have the confidence to escape the maze intact.
Wandering anxiously in the narrow room, I can’t be impulsive at this time. I took the mobile phone of the underworld show to communicate with the barrage master in the live broadcast room, but no one had a good suggestion, and most of the water friends were also in a state of confusion state.
The corner of the clothes was pulled, I turned my head and saw the little girl in the red dress standing in the wooden box.
She pointed to the bottom of the wooden treasure chest, motioning for me to push it away.
"Is there something hidden under the box?" I took out the iron tongs and knocked on the bottom of the wooden box: "Empty?"
The four corners of the wooden box were nailed to the ground. It took me a lot of effort to pull out the nails, and then I pushed the wooden box, and a deep secret passage with no bottom appeared in front of me.
I shine a flashlight inward, and the damp walls are covered with moss, and the rotting wooden stairs are crumbling.
The box was pushed open, and the girl walked in first, and I followed behind her with doubts.
Stepping on the creaking stairs, I seem to have returned to the haunted house. The cold breath is coming from all directions, and the average temperature in the cave is much lower than outside.
The girl led the way, and after I let the ghost die, my jet-black hair clung to the wall of the passage, carefully inspecting every inch.
"The designer of the maze can avoid the monitoring of killing people and hiding corpses. There is no doubt that there is a secret passage in the maze, but I don't know where this secret passage will lead. If you keep walking, will you meet the person behind the scenes? "
Thinking of this, I slowed down and tried to avoid making noise.
There is no light under the ground, and when I reach the end of the stairs, there is a room full of various sundries in front of me.
When the light shines, the largest number of them are the unfinished dolls. Go closer and pick up a few to watch. The plastic dolls are wrapped in a layer of skin. As for the inside...
"Plaster?" Smelling the special smell of plaster, I was curious and raised my hand and threw it on the ground.
Then something happened that took my breath away. The plastic and plaster wrapped outside were shattered, revealing the corpse that had been air-dried for a long time inside.
It has completely deteriorated, and the composition of human muscles cannot be seen. The color is purple-black, and the blood vessels are all blocked, which is very scary.
"Slay a living person and put it in plaster to solidify, and then wrap it in a layer of plastic to act as a puppet?" It's very complicated, the murderer has to stay next to the body for at least three to four weeks.
I looked at the puppets in the room, swung the iron tongs, and smashed some of them.
Although the picture in front of me is not bloody, it is more horrifying than those **** murders.
There are broken dolls everywhere, and every ugly toy actually contains a fresh life.
The room is not big, and it is basically occupied by dolls.
The girl was walking in front of me, but after a few steps, she stopped suddenly.
"What's the matter?" I followed her gaze, and the girl stood there in a daze, she raised her scarred hand and stretched it towards the corner.
Under a pile of incomplete toys, there is a doll that is about the same size as a girl. There are torn and shredded red cloth strips hanging on this doll. It can be vaguely seen that it should be It was ripped from a red dress.
I moved the puppets around, and only dragged out this one.
"The red fabric feels the same as the red dress picked up in the haunted house. Could it be that the girl's body is hidden in this doll?" , I can't bear to smash the doll in front of her, and I don't want to prove who is hidden in this female doll.
"Let's go." I sighed, took off my coat and put it on the almost naked doll, and then put her back in place: "Don't worry, I will definitely catch the murderer and give you one Confession!"
Continuing to walk forward, passing through an iron gate, an unpleasant smell wafted in the air, as if it was refining oil, or it seemed to be the smell of raw wax.
Using a flashlight to illuminate, several dusty machines under the beam reproduced the scene of **** five years ago.
Under the ground is a small workshop for processing biological wax. What is raw wax is simply wax made by extracting biological fat.
"The machine is full of dust, and spider webs are growing on the switches. These things have not been turned on for a long time."
A small wax factory appeared under the maze. It was an accidental discovery for me. Accompanied by the girl and the ghost, I did not leave in a hurry. Restored their original devilish behavior.
I remember that there seems to be a wax museum in the park. At the beginning, I wondered why a wax museum was specially built in the amusement park. The outdated exhibition hall is completely incompatible with this theme park that symbolizes joy. Now everything is clear, this wax museum is not actually for living people to visit, but to provide a place for corpses.
Thinking of this, I feel that the person behind the scenes is extremely psychopathic. Not only does he like to kill and torture to vent his pleasure, but he also makes works of innocent people killed by him for tourists to visit.
It is estimated that when the tourists are talking, laughing and playing around unconsciously next to the wax figure, the murderer is hiding at the door and watching silently. He is enjoying this special excitement and is also examining and choosing his next prey.
Passing through the machine, the air in the basement is turbid and filled with a strange smell.
I walked forward, and there were movable ladders on the aisles on both sides. I tried to climb up the ladders and climbed to the top. The ceiling corresponding to the top of my head can be opened, and the outside corresponds to Each monitoring dead corner of the maze.
"The design is so ingenious, the murderer is a talent, but it's a pity that he didn't follow the right path and used all this talent on crime."
When I entered the maze, I would be attacked by mirror ghosts, so I had to find another way out and walked to the end of the passage.
At the fork, I saw a single cubicle with the door unlocked and ajar.
"There is no dust on the door lock. This house has been patronized before I came."
Push the door and enter. In the small compartment, the walls are completely covered by cloth. There is a handmade table full of graffiti near the wall. There are also a few dolls with their eyes and noses pulled out on the table. .
"It looks like a rag doll in a haunted house."
I picked up one at random to watch. The original faces of these dolls were torn off, and someone else painted them with other people's faces with a water pen.
Some of the dolls have only half-painted faces, and many have faces pierced by the pen tip. It seems that the person who painted them has a very bad temper and deliberately used these dolls to vent.
"As early as when I was in the haunted house, I wondered why the facial features of these rag dolls were torn off, and then painted with other people's expressions. Now it seems that there must be something else hidden." Holding the doll in front of me, I pulled out the fountain pen. The pen was a very ordinary pen, but I saw something extraordinary in the doll's body.
"Hair?" I took out a bunch of woman's hair from the broken face of the rag doll, compared with the outline drawn by the pen on the rag doll's face, this rag doll mountain painting seemed to be a woman's face as well.
As if I had caught something, I took apart several other dolls on the table. Most of them had hidden hair, long or short, and some had nails hidden inside. Hiding a half amputated finger.
"There are things from living people hidden in the dolls. Why does this feel like a head drop technique?" I stared at the faces with different expressions painted on the dolls, and suddenly thought of what seems to be a maze. Endless mirror ghosts: "Ghosts can't be created for no reason. Doesn't every mirror ghost correspond to such a doll?"
I thought of Li Manman, and then I thought of the doll with a mole on the cheek that the girl in red put on the stairs.
"It seems that this thing should be the medium to control the mirror ghost." The face drawn with a water pen on the doll is lifelike, as if it was drawn by the dead, quite similar.