This old building has not been inhabited for many years, and the reason why it is deserted is because a horrific murder occurred here.
At the end of this floor, there used to be a dance hall, where singing and dancing took place every day, bringing endless joy.
Young men and women can forget their worries and relieve their fatigue after entering here.
People are keen to immerse themselves in the bursts of music, fine wine, and the world of flowers.
The people here are not so colorful, everyone knows each other, and everyone just gathers together to listen to music and dance.
I don't have any other ideas.
But suddenly one day, a gun and a demon ended the relaxation and happiness here.
The dance floor turned into a sea of blood, the wine turned into tears, and the sounds of singing and dancing were completely enveloped by the screams.
Blood splattered on the film, like a demonic accompaniment.
The human shadow is projected on the wall, as if it is the ferocious hell.
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This is a little record about the old building in the past.
At this time, Feng Xue seemed to be completely trapped. He had already walked the eighth circle and was almost catching up. He was almost catching up.
He kept saying this in his mouth and kept accelerating his pace.
Sweat was already flowing down my chin. The distance itself was not that close. It was normal to sweat after walking in circles like this and being emotionally nervous.
Tang Sanmu also stared at the screen thoughtfully, watching carefully, attracted by the new things in front of him.
The equipment friends all held their breath, as if they were transported into Feng Xue, feeling his excitement and nervousness.
It felt like I was on the scene, as if I was about to catch up with the woman with high heels.
But while they were excited, everyone was also worried:
"There seems to be something wrong with your friend's condition. Does he feel like he is trapped by something?"
"If this state continues, will people be in danger?"
"I feel the same way. I'm looking forward to him solving the mystery, but at the same time I'm a little worried about his safety!"
Tang Sanmu stared at the screen and shook his head gently: "Don't worry, we are people from two worlds, there is no such thing as anyone hurting the other.
Destined to be like a mirror, a flower in the water, something close before your eyes and far away in the horizon.
Deeper than the gap between yin and yang.”
This was the seventh time that the woman heard footsteps behind her, and as the number of times increased, she felt more and more that the "person" behind her was getting closer and closer to her.
Sometimes, you can even hear the person's breathing and heartbeat.
From time to time, she would mutter behind her: "Who are you? I really want to see you and talk to you."
A misty voice came, very nihilistic and dreamy: "Me too! Me too! Where are you! Who are you?"
What’s your name? Please tell me your name!”
But when she said her name, there was no response.
Gradually, she discovered some rules. The more times she heard the footsteps, the stronger the tacit understanding between the two was. At first, she could only hear footsteps, then became closer and closer, and then finally breath,
Heartbeat, talking.
When speaking, you can only convey a maximum of two sentences, and you cannot say any meaningful content, such as identity, age, other people's names, and your own name. The other party cannot hear these, or even if they hear it, they cannot do anything.
A response will be issued and the connection will be directly interrupted.
The most important point is the opportunity to hear this sound. Only when she and the man appear here at the same time will the footsteps appear.