The warden's office was very luxuriously decorated, and the floor was covered with high-quality Persian carpets. Heiyuan walked on it without making any sound.

The room was separated by a huge mahogany desk. There were two armchairs in front of the desk and a bookcase behind the desk. There were a lot of documents on the desk, scattered messily on the table. No need to think that it must be the work of the fat man.

The bookcase behind the desk occupies an entire wall, but there are not many books in the bookcase at the moment. Almost all the mahogany squares are filled with various monster statues.

Heiyuan looked at the statue in the bookcase in surprise. The one with the same expression as him was probably the fish friend in front of the screen.

They were shocked because this style of painting was extremely inconsistent with the theme of prison. The warden's office was not a document or a torture device but a statue of a monster. How could it not make the fish friends' jaws drop?

Heiyuan found it very strange. This scene was so familiar. In his home, in three empty rooms, the bookcases on the walls were filled with such monster figures.

...

"Wow, this warden has such a habit!"

"The warden doesn't like torturing prisoners, he likes collecting them, haha."

"Did I open it the wrong way?"

“Who doesn’t have a special hobby!!!”

...

The barrage exploded again.

Heiyuan counted and found that there were a total of 25 monster statues in the bookcase. He frowned and felt a strange feeling in his heart. Before he could grasp that glimmer of inspiration, a warning sounded and he had to return to the cell.

The aquarists were discussing the monster statue enthusiastically, and Heiyuan used this time to organize his thoughts.

The bullied old man is the main plot, the information hidden in the photo, Simin Middle School and the mental hospital where Xiao Ming went to are the side plots, and there is also the side plot of the warden with a strange collecting habit. Heiyuan has already mastered three branch plots.

There is a main plot. There seems to be a weak connection between several plots, but they do not affect each other.

The designers of the guild hall are really clever.

Heiyuan did not rush to check the statue. He was afraid that the fat man suffered a loss because he couldn't help but move the statue when he saw it and touched the mechanism.

The 10 minutes passed quickly. After the cell door opened, Heiyuan quickly left and searched again. He saw a painting on the wall of the last cell.

The painting on the wall is not a figure, a landscape, or a still life. It has no specific content. It is composed of countless lines and color blocks. No rules can be seen. It is somewhat abstract. The overall color of the picture is dark and depressing. At first glance, Heiyuan feels

It was very uncomfortable. Just when he thought nothing happened and was about to leave the cell, a vision suddenly occurred.

He stood in front of the painting, his body felt extremely heavy, his feet could not move at all, his eyes were dull, and his expression was frightened.

The clear and smooth lines in the picture began to slowly squirm, wandering in the color blocks as if they were alive. I don't know how long it took, the color blocks also came to life, and those dark color blocks merged with the lines and kept rotating.

There were murmurs in his ears, and the murmurs gradually turned into noisy and then deafening, then gradually turned into whispers, and finally turned into countless babbles. He waved his hands irritably, trying to interrupt them.

I found it unstoppable and covered my ears tightly, but the voice of the Brain Man penetrated the body like a maggot attached to the bone, worming its way into the body through the gaps in the fingers, through the nostrils, through the corners of the eyes, and through every pore on the body.

The color blocks and lines kept rotating, and finally turned into a dark tunnel.

...

Hei Jiu stood in front of the corridor with a strange smile on his face. Then, he raised his right hand and waved to Hei Yuan, grinning widely, showing his white teeth.

"Xiaoyuan, come here quickly."

Heiyuan walked towards Grandpa Jiu, and then, Heijiu stabbed the sharp knife hidden behind his back into his stomach, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

Heijiu disappeared, and a middle-aged couple stood in front of the corridor, looking forward with gentle eyes. They simultaneously raised their hands to wave to Heiyuan.

"Xiaoyuan, come here quickly."

Heiyuan knew that the two people were his parents who had both died since birth. Although blood was gushing from his stomach, he still walked towards them. Then, the two raised their hands and pushed Heiyuan towards the cliff behind them. At the foot of Heiyuan

Once it was empty, it fell downwards. The smiles of the two people above them became even bigger.

He got up from the ground, enduring the severe pain and looked into the darkness ahead.

A group of unknown people stood in front of the corridor. Some had expressionless faces, some had weird smiles, some were crying in sympathy, and some were bitter and angry. They simultaneously raised their hands to wave to the black abyss.

"Child, come here quickly."

Heiyuan did not walk towards them, but these people kept approaching. Then, those with expressionless faces began to be angry and mean, those with weird smiles began to cry bitterly, those who cried with sympathy began to have happy faces, and those who were bitter and angry began to be gentle and calm.

The crowd disappeared, and a plump man stood in front of the corridor. He was hunched over and covering his mouth in pain. Bright red blood seeped out from between his fingers. He raised his other hand with difficulty and pointed at the black abyss.

"Heiyuan, save me."

Heiyuan rushed forward, and the fat man disappeared.

The corridor extended backwards again, and this time, Lan Lan's beautiful figure appeared. She slowly turned around and looked at the black abyss, with tears on her face, her red lips raised slightly, but she stopped talking.

Heiyuan rushed over without hesitation, and when he was about to touch her, she dissipated like smoke.

"Lanlan, Lanlan..."

Heiyuan yelled crazily, waving his hands in the hope that the dissipated fog and shadows in front of his eyes would be reunited, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not gather a trace of smoke.

An irresistible force appeared from the depths of the corridor, dragging him toward the darkness. He tried his best to escape, but he couldn't resist.

Just when he was about to be dragged into the darkness, a huge shadow appeared from behind him, and the cracks across the deserted and distant land stood up, like an eye, cold and emotionless.

The moment his eyes were raised, the drag force exerted on Hei Yuan disappeared completely, and the illusion of the corridor began to rotate again, getting slower and slower, becoming clearer, and then dark color blocks and smooth lines appeared.

...

"Black Abyss."

"Black Abyss."

Heiyuan woke up from his hallucination when Fatty's anxious shouting reached his ears.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? I shouted a lot but there was no response. I'm so scared." There was lingering fear on the fat man's face. He had never seen Heiyuan look like that, his eyes were dull.

He kept calling him, and finally punched him twice on the shoulder before he responded. Heiyuan, who was always calm and rational, would never lose his composure, but the way he looked just now was too scary, as if his soul had left his body and lost his mind.

.

It took Heiyuan a few minutes to regain his composure. He glanced at the painting on the wall a few more times, and this time it stretched quietly on the mottled wall without any signs of abnormality.

Glancing at the worried fat man next to him, Heiyuan struggled to give a long-lost wry smile. He stretched out his hand to pull the fat man to sit next to him, raised his right hand and pointed at the wall and said: "Look at this painting, how do you feel?

?”

The fat man followed the instructions and sat down to watch carefully. After more than ten seconds, he shook his head at the black abyss. After another ten seconds, the fat man rubbed his red eyes and begged pitifully: "What on earth did you want me to see?

, isn’t it an abstract painting by Picasso? Can you see a flower?”

"This is not a Picasso painting. Did you react when you saw it?"

"No, apart from the messy lines and the dark colors, what else is there? There won't be any clues in this kind of prison graffiti. Did you just look at this painting and that one?" Fatty thought of the word Mo Zheng.

After receiving the eye knife from Heiyuan, he swallowed his words again.

Heiyuan quickly adjusted his emotions. He didn't want to discuss this topic in front of fish friends. He immediately suppressed the scene just now deep in his heart, looked at the fat man and asked: "Why were you caught?"

"Hey, stop talking. Didn't I enter the warden's office? You don't know, his office is full of monster statues. Heiyuan, I remember being at your house..." The fat man understood and muttered: "No

He just touched the statue on the bookcase and got me in. You don't know the black abyss, but the confinement room is so dark, there is no light at all, and it's so quiet and scary." The fat man shouted, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

Dissatisfaction and grievance.

The best showman award must be given to Fatty. The aquarists were the most enthusiastic, teasing and rewarding him non-stop. They clamored for Fatty to talk about his feelings in the confinement room.

"What's the gain?" Heiyuan still maintained his concise and cold style. He didn't look back and stared at the paintings on the wall again. There were no babbles, no spinning, no hallucinations, and no more crazy emotions.

move.

"There should be a passage under the confinement room. I guess it is the special passage for this scene."

Heiyuan then turned to look at Fatty. Although his face was expressionless, the praise in his eyes was not stingy.

"What props are needed?"

"The confinement room is not big. There is a metal plate in the middle of the floor, and there are screws on the four corners. It is a cross. If the handle of the screwdriver we found can find the front end, we can open the passage and leave."

Heiyuan nodded. He had no intention of leaving through the special passage. The front end of the screwdriver was not yet in place, so there was no need to think about it at this time. The most important thing at the moment was to find out if there were any clues in the hand-drawn drawing on the wall of the cell where the prison chief lived.

"Hey, hey, why didn't you ask me if I felt uncomfortable in solitary confinement, or if I was scared?" Heiyuan turned around and walked out of the cell, with the fat man following him complaining like a little daughter-in-law, asking for comfort.

Heiyuan ignored the showman's performance and asked him in a deep voice: "Where was that half of the photo found?"

"Yes, I found it under the pillow of the iron bed under the hand-painted wall. Apart from photos, no other clues were found in this room. Heiyuan, did you find anything?" The fat man stood behind Heiyuan, wondering.

What will he do next?

"By the way, I remembered. I also found another graffiti when I came in to search for evidence." The fat man said and lay down on the ground, looking at the dark wall under another iron bed.

The space between the iron beds on both sides of the cell was not small, but it was still difficult for the fat man to lie down in the middle. He retracted his arms, half-lying on the ground with his butt sticking out, and raised his fat fingers to point at the darkness under an iron bed.

Chu said: "Well, it's right there. It's very hidden. I discovered it by accident."

Heiyuan also squatted down, turned on his mobile phone's flashlight and shined a light on it.

In the corner of the wall, there is a small graffiti, only the size of an adult's palm. You will not notice it if you don't look carefully. It is a painting drawn with only simple lines. On the screen, a little man with no facial features is locked behind an iron door.

, the iron gate is composed of 5 iron bars, some of which look like the iron bars of an old-fashioned iron window, more like the iron gate of a prison. The two words "Save Me" are written crookedly in Chinese on the side.

Heiyuan put his upper body closer to the ground again and squeezed under the bed. The iron bed in the prison cell was tightly fixed to the wall. The two of them could not move the bed, so they could only see more carefully in this way. Heiyuan turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone.

Take a photo of the graffiti.

The style of small graffiti is very simple and can be said to be childish.

Logically speaking, in a hall of the size of Hongmeng Pavilion, tourists should not have random graffiti. Even if such a thing happens, the graffiti will not be kept forever. Heiyuan checked the graffiti situation. In some years, from the drawings

Judging from the aging of the paint, this graffiti appeared at the same time as other hand-painted graffiti in this scene. However, the style of painting is very different, and it is still hidden in such a secret place.
Chapter completed!