Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 741: Tenants at the top level

The rain covered the sky and the earth, getting bigger and bigger, and the line of sight was blocked. I could only barely see the shadows of people in the ancient building opposite.

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

"There is no one in the building, where are the tenants of the red building?" I looked back and glanced at the elevator in the middle of the corridor.

The only light on the entire top floor is the faint green light coming from there, which looks a little scary.

The elevator stopped on the top floor and never went down. What's even weirder is that the elevator door opened and closed, repeating infinitely, as if someone was coming in and out all the time.

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

The corridor is very quiet, time seems to stand still, only the dirty elevator doors are moving.

I leaned against the wall, counting my heartbeats and counting the time.

The elevator door in the distance is closing, but it is not closed tightly, as if it hit something, and then opened outward.

"A period of fifteen seconds, there should be no one inside, right? Is the elevator out of order?" Zhu Li repeatedly told me not to let me go near the elevator, but his position was against mine. How could he trust the enemy's words?

Slowly approaching, nothing unusual happened, half a minute later I finally reached the elevator entrance.

Looking at the elevator slowly opening to both sides, the faint light turned my face blue.

"A severed hand?" The wound was cut neatly, and the five fingers stretched out were thin and thin, with bluish-black coagulated blood stains remaining.

I have seen this hand, to be precise, I have seen a severed hand like it.

Get closer, squat down, I am focused and observe 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." Dismembering the body in other places would even cause huge social panic, but it is really not a big deal in the Red Chamber .

"Interesting." When I left the doctor's house, he somehow insisted on giving me a severed hand. The reason was that when I encountered obsessions, I could throw the severed hand out to divert obsessions. attention. "The doctor, Bai Ya'er, and Zhu Li live on the same floor, so they should have a good relationship. It's impossible for the doctor to sabotage Zhu Li's plan. Thinking about it this way, it's definitely out of good intentions for him to cut off my arm." I lost my hand and threw it at Zhang Shuxue's house, but what is worse now is that I met again

There was another severed hand, and the two hands came from the same corpse, which meant that if the severed hand would cause danger, then the danger was around me at this time. "This hand looks like a specimen, but the production process is different from regular specimen production, so there are cases where the blood on the leather label is not cleaned, and it is directly soaked in formalin." The two severed hands should be doctors. I made it myself, and there are still many exhausted 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 kind of function.

Looking up, the old elevator probably hasn't been maintained for a long time, it's like a metal trash can, the ground is mottled, and a huge black plastic bag is thrown in the middle, which emits an unpleasant smell odor.

I put my head into the elevator and looked at the top of the elevator. There is no camera, and most of the floor buttons inside are off.

"The severed hand fell out of this black bag?"

I have seen a lot of similar bags in Zhu Lihe's house, which oozes mucus and emits a foul smell.

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

Open a small corner, and a pungent smell gushes out.

The smell is indescribable, like disinfectant water mixed with broth, just smelled it, I felt all the hairs stand on end, and I quickly held my breath.

The viscous liquid fell to the ground, dark brown, like paint, but thicker than paint, as if something else was mixed in it.

"After the paint and blood are mixed together, will the blood still coagulate?" The paint is soaked and has rotted away.

"This thing was definitely taken out of 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 hosts of the show found it a bit difficult to accept.

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

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

"Madman..." I subconsciously covered the camera of my phone in the show, this scene is beyond the acceptable range for most people.

I rummaged through the garbage through the bag. Among the **** 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 pot was placed in the very center, and it was difficult not to attract my attention. I looked back at the dark corridor, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, I became cruel and reached out to lift the cover of the pot.

A pungent smell gushed out from it, I looked down, and there was a heart riddled with holes marinated in the clay pot!

Closing the lid, I look a little ugly.

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

The elevators in the Red Building can only be used on the seventh floor, and only internal personnel can operate the elevator on the ground floor. Thinking of this, a neglected role flashed in my mind: "There is still a person living in Unit 1 of the Red Building! "

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

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Whether it was the old lady or Zhang Shuxue, they seemed to have ignored this person inadvertently during the conversation with them.

Thinking about it now, this is very abnormal. There are security guards in the red building. Does anyone dare to approach such a building at night? What's the point of security?

If I hadn't seen the special operation of the elevator in the red building, I'm afraid I wouldn't have remembered it.

"To be 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 dead corner, and I couldn't find a breakthrough point.

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

"Why did the other party put this **** into the elevator? Then they took a lot of trouble to transport it to the top floor?" The severed hand stuck in the crack of the door seemed to be a clue, and I vaguely felt that I had caught something. But just can't figure it out.

Exiting from the elevator, I didn't touch anything again.

"The tenants in the red building have all left their rooms, what the **** are they doing?" I don't know if these people are hiding somewhere in the building, or they have already left the building, no one can be seen, It really made me flustered.

This has nothing to do with Taoism or ghost art, it's just a human instinct.

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

I wrote down the location of everything, turned and left, and walked to the deepest part of the corridor.

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

"This is the room."

I didn't act rashly. To be cautious, I first listened to the sound inside the door.

"There is no sound of breathing, and there is no one in the house." Just as I was about to reach out to pull the door lock, the judge suddenly caught sight of something.

There is a very thin strand of hair tied between the lock ring and the handle! This hair would definitely break if I pulled straight on.

"This man is really careful." I secretly thanked myself for not acting recklessly, untied one end of my hair, and twisted the doorknob.

"Locked?"

The person who lives at the top of the red building seems to be different from the other tenants of the red building. Their style of doing things is completely different.

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

"Couldn't he really be the anchor of the show?" 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 Ya'er's room to see the tooth marks clearly Finally, take out a banknote and fold it into the corresponding shape to unlock it.

I used it to unlock the banknotes during the live broadcast of the Henshan Mental Hospital. This is not a difficult task for me.

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

It has been a few hours since I came to the red building, and this room is the only room I have entered that has no peculiar smell.

The owner of the house should often open the windows to ventilate the air, 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 extra things placed. 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 just overlook the ancient building opposite, and the view is very good. "The air is circulated. Is it because the owner of the house often opens the window because he has been monitoring the ancient building?" This room is much simpler than I imagined. There is nothing in the living room except a table and two wooden chairs. Curtains, checked the kitchen and bathroom successively, rummaged through the trash can,

Everything was cleaned up.

"No flaws?" I stood in the middle of the living room and looked at the bedroom, only there was no search.

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

There are folded quilts on the neat sheets, and there is nothing else in the bedroom.

I walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and there were several fountain pens of different colors in it. "Only pens, no paper?" There were very few furniture and daily necessities in the house, and my eyes wandered between the desk and the bed: "The bedroom space is not big, why put a desk here? He has no paper, only What does it mean to leave a few pens?"