The iron door on the outside is intact, but there is some dust on it.
But inside, it was riddled with holes and looked like two different doors.
There were horrible scratches all over the inside, and the iron sheet had been pulled apart. It was obvious that it had been scratched open by something sharp.
"Is this what he caught with his claws?" Tang Sanmu asked.
"Yes, in fact, he has had this problem since he was a child. Once he is stimulated, he will become very scary.
But he wasn't aggressive when he was a child, and his appearance didn't change much.
Teachers and classmates just think that he has a relatively strong violent factor and may have some psychological problems.
So he didn't say much, and the children just deliberately stayed away from him.
Two years ago, after the doomsday talk was raised, many schools were closed. It was also from that time that his symptoms began to appear more and more strange.
The eyes will change first, then the nails and teeth.
The triggering factors are also changing. In the past, they only changed when he was angry, so his family tried to stay calm when talking to him.
Slowly, it started to go crazy every once in a while, with cycles, and the intervals between cycles became shorter and shorter.
The aggression is getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, the crazy moments are longer and the good moments are shorter.”
Pingping said as he walked into the room with his cell phone.
The surrounding walls have also been repainted with cement or something, but it seems that the paint has no effect at all.
There are still ferocious marks all over, and small holes have been dug out in the cement.
You may not feel anything when you see these pits, but when you know that these pits are made by people with flesh and blood, it is very scary.
Tang Sanmu followed the camera carefully and stared at the room. After turning around in a circle, Tang Sanmu said: "Friend Qi, let me look behind you.
There seems to be something in the big hole behind you, I want to take a closer look."
Pingping nodded, moved the camera as Tang Sanmu said, and then frowned slightly: "Master Tang, did you see it wrong? Why didn't I see anything?"
"Come closer, the light is so dim, what can you see from such a distance?"
There are no lights in this room, or even anything related to electricity.
It must have been during previous renovations that the electricity in the entire room was cut off.
Tang Sanmu looked at the deep dent, and at the same time watched the camera zoom in on the hole little by little.
Then everyone vaguely saw that there seemed to be a bright red color in the hole.
It's just that it's mixed with the color of the wall fragments, so some of it can't be seen.
"Master Tang, your eyes are so good, you can actually see such detailed things." Ping Ping muttered in surprise.
Then he took out the red gravel.
"Is this red blood stain?" Tang Sanmu asked.
"Blood stains... it shouldn't be possible, Master Tang. No one has lived in this house for two months, but the blood still looks very fresh."
“But it’s possible for a person to grow fangs, so why do you think your blood will definitely dry up in two months?
Since it exists beyond people's cognition, we must use new ideas to understand it." Tang Sanmu said lightly.
Pingping put down the ruins carefully and muttered: "It must be Master Tang. He is right. I am too superficial."
"Don't you feel scared when you come here? I obviously have no blood relationship with you, but you don't seem to be scared because of this friend's strangeness." Tang Sanmu asked curiously.
Not only did he have no fear, he was able to talk and laugh happily when mentioning these things, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
In this case, I don't know whether to call him broad-minded or bold.
Pingping scratched his head: "Should I feel scared?"
Then he smiled bitterly: "Hey, to be honest, Master Tang, I don't feel scared anymore. His symptoms haven't lasted for more than a day or two.
We have grown up together, and I have seen every change in our lives.
Scared? I’m used to it.”
Tang Sanmu nodded, then took out a talisman in his hand, muttered something softly, and wrote the talisman on top with cinnabar.
"A paper talisman carries the destiny, and the evil spirits retreat and the evil is invisible."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the talisman between his sword fingers and held it in front of the camera.
In an instant, the atmosphere around him seemed to have solidified. For some reason, Ping Ping also narrowed his eyes, looking unnatural.
After taking a deep breath, before Ping Ping had anything to say, Tang Sanmu said, "Do you feel uncomfortable, friend Qi?"
"No, I just feel that the yellow-red color is a bit dazzling. After all, the screen has been dark just now, and now it suddenly becomes brighter."
Tang Sanmu nodded: "Please, friends, turn your phone over so that it is facing the red color."
After doing so, the light on the talisman became even stronger, and the next moment, a flame rose from the blood.
With a huff, Ping Ping's hands trembled violently.