Chapter 610 The crematorium

Author: night dog dog

Chapter 610 The crematorium

From the perspective of Guo'an, the most fatal level now is passed.

And what is waiting for himself in the crematorium, he is not clear, but he knows that he wants to find the method of breaking this beast field, and he must enter the crematorium.

This crematorium is the core of the entire beast field. The place where the rules are running are also where the ghost face can be truly presented.

The ghost face is just a look -out appearance. In the final analysis, this ghost face is still the central rules of the beast field.

Without rules, you can't talk about any ghost face.

At this moment, there was no bondage of blood wire, and Guian walked very briskly, and soon approached the building where the big chimney was located.

There are two offices on the outside of this building, but at this moment, the door is open and no one is seen.

At a glance, Guo'an glanced into one of the offices. From the other side of the office on the other side of the office, he came to the back of the office.

There is a corridor here, because the space is too dark, so the corridor is lit at any time.

However, this light is also very dim. It feels like it can just illuminate this corridor, but it seems to be gloomy around.

The bulb on this corridor is not fixed, but a wire hangs down, and is swinging left and right, but there is no wind around.

Guian glanced at the oblique side of the corridor, there was a door there, there was a sign on the door, which said "Chen Fang Room".

He didn't know what it was, trying to push the door gently, and the door immediately opened a seam.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, the sound of leather shoes, it sounded very empty. It seemed that it came from the end of the corridor.

But when Van looked up, because of the dim light, nothing could be seen in that direction.

Guian looked back at the door seam pushed away again, and the lights were also lit, but because the lights were stable, he quickly saw the things inside.

Inside the room is a row of wooden racks. Each wooden stand is about five floors. Each floor is placed on the ashes of black or brown, with different sizes and shapes.

We'an stood at the door and pushed the door away a little, glanced at the room carefully, and found that the basis of the sideways was basically the ashes, and several new wreath stacked together.

A wood and an indescribable smell were permeated indoors, and he drilled into the nostril. He couldn't help but wrinkled his nose.

Although I know that I am only here at this moment, the authenticity of this sense is still very strong, and it is exactly the same as the physical real encounter.

Weian looked down at the arm that had just shrinking just now, and found that it was still that look, but it did not recover, but this did not have much hindrance to his own actions.

He has a feeling that the ashes placed in this room are not empty, but are filled with ashes, so he will smell a strange smell different from wood.

Two steps, see the nearest wooden frame at the door. One of the ashes was embedded in front of a black and white photo, which is an old man.

These boxes have really installed ashes.

At present, there is no plot tips so far, or because Wei'an has broken the plot of the inherent funeral street, it appears in the cremation field, so it is impossible to have any plot prompts.

Guian is not prepared to use the plot speculation, because according to the results just now, the plot here seems to be chaotic, and it doesn't make sense to continue to consume energy.

He looked around, and he didn't find any suspiciousness here. When he was leaving, his eyes were slightly condensed and cast another ashes next to the old man's ashes.

This ashes is a little smaller, and it looks a little squarely. There is also a black and white photo in front of the box, but it seems a bit blurred.

In front of this ashes, Van was closer to this ashes, opened his eyes widely and looked at this blurred photo, and then found that the photo seemed to be not portrait, but an oval object.

He wondered what the image was blurred because of what was caused by this photo, or was it like this.

"Is it ... isn't the ashes in this ashes?"

A thought came out, and Guan first glanced at the ash box, and then looked at the photo again.

The more you look at it, the more you feel that this photo is this look. It seems to be a flat piece of meat, but because there is no reference thing, you don't know how big this flat meat is.

I felt a little surprised. When Guo An looked at the ashes next to it, I saw the next picture in front of the ashes was very clear. It was like a little girl, and the next ashes was a middle -aged man.

He continued to look at the ashes behind him, and then he looked slightly, and saw that the photos in front of this ashes became different again. It was not a black and white portrait, but something similar to horse honeycomb.

Take a closer look, it is really like a horse honeycomb, but from another angle, it looks like an oval person's head. Those honeycomb eyes look like an extremely weird eye, staring at yourself.

"Is the ash in this ash box burned out?" Vian picked up the ashes and tongsed it in his hand.

Standing in place like this, no change was found, he soon discovered the weirdness of other ashes photos.

Some photos are indeed not human, sometimes it is a dark shadow, sometimes a ball of hair balls, and a person with completely deformed faces, and something like smoke and dust. After seeing that he was in the photo later in the photo, he was in the photo in the photo.

I saw a snake.

This snake is very large, because it hovers around the large chimney outside the photo, and this ashes box is also very large, almost three or four times that of other ashes, and it is still set up in the shape of a coffin.

Click -of -click

At this moment, the room door of the Chen Fang room suddenly made a noise, as if someone pushed it outside the door.

Guian immediately turned around and found that the door seam was still the same as just now, and there was no difference, but there seemed to be a dark shadow outside the door.

He calmly approached the past from the direction behind the door, and there was no sound on the tiptoe.

As he gets closer, he also clearerly see the shadow projected from the outside, but the shadow turned directly and disappeared after he was completely approaching the door.

Guian immediately took a look at the door. There was no one outside the door. I saw a pair of black leather shoes neatly on the ground near the door.

The leather shoes are very old, and the front end has been cracked.

Rongan opened the door and stood across those shoes on the corridor, but saw nothing to see.

At this time, from behind him, that is, in the door that just came out, a pale and slender arm stretched out, slowly approaching Guian's back.

Suddenly, a forward thrust happened suddenly, and the whole person in Guian quickly turned two steps forward, and then quickly turned around. Seeing that the door of the room was closed.

He can feel that there is no maliciousness to himself in this room, and it does not seem to be welcome to enter.

However, when he looked down at the leather shoes that placed at the door of Chen Fang Board again, he saw a scarlet blood infiltrated under the leather shoes, slowly immersed in the gap of the corridor floor tiles, and had a purposeful one along the gap along the gap to his own side.

Surf.

At this time, I couldn't get any weapons and equipment, and I took two steps to the side subconsciously. I saw that the infiltrated blood seemed to be tracked, and it was facing him again, and the gaps of the ground tiles spread quickly.

But those black leather shoes are still in place and not moved.

Guian retreated again, avoiding the blood closer.

But the blood still flowed to him in an indifferent way.

At this moment, in the corridor behind Guian, the familiar footsteps just sounded again, and it was also the sound of walking on the ground in leather shoes.

At the same time, a feeling of cold hit from the back, and the sweat was erected instantly.

There are strange blood approaching before, and the danger is approaching, but at this moment I do not have the reliance of ordinary participants.

Guian no longer hesitated, and immediately launched the "onlooker mode".

At the moment when his figure disappeared, the blood just flowed under his feet, and the sound of the leather shoes behind him stopped. After a while, a head was hanging from the ceiling of the corridor. His long hair was like a mop.
Chapter completed!