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He saw the tentacles inserted into his body from his forehead, opened his eyes wide, trembled all over, and dared not move.

"Xia Ren..."

Qin Yun subconsciously let out a cry.

Xia Ren explained: "It will be fine in a while, it's not to harm him."

Only then did Qin Yun feel relieved.

Liu Xiuxiu didn't feel anything physically, the tentacles were like a phantom that didn't exist, without any sense of touch, but psychologically, it was really a huge devastation all the time.

After all, anyone who saw such a big thing inserted would probably tremble.

Soon, Xia Ren put away the tentacles and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's not polluted."

His taint is zero, Ann.

"Is this what you said to be a little uncomfortable?"

Liu Xiuxiu was paralyzed and was about to cry.

It really scared him to death just now.

"correct."

Xia Ren thought of something and said, "You should have been back before, so do you know what happened on the sixth floor?"

The sound of the two doors and the children running on the ceiling last night still haunted him.

Liu Xiuxiu was still in shock, and reluctantly recalled: "It seems that no one has ever heard about the sixth floor."

Xia Ren stroked his chin, and after a while, said to Qin Yun, "You stay at home first."

Then he turned his head and said to Liu Xiuxiu, "You should have tools to unlock the lock, right? Come up with me to see what's there."

Chapter 98 A Room Covered with White Cloth

Given that Xia Ren's description was probably related to the infected body, Liu Xiuxiu was more cautious and carried his black box on his back.

It was still morning, and they walked to the sixth floor through the dust. Standing between the two doors, they felt a chill for no reason.

Different from last night, through the light from the window at the corner of the stairs, the vision here is much clearer, and Xia Ren can finally see the situation here clearly.

The two doors are opposite each other, with the same style, they are both very old, and there is a sense of vicissitudes of time when you look at them.

Xia Ren came to the door opposite Huang Qiuyuan. A thick layer of dust hung on the door, covering up its original color. There was no painting on it, and only moth-eaten marks on the bottom.

"Is this what it is?"

Liu Xiuxiu asked.

"Ah."

Xia Ren frowned and turned to look at the other door.

The door where Huang Qiuyuan lived had been wiped clean, and there were no paintings on it either.

What he saw last night couldn’t possibly be a hallucination, but when his hand touched the door, he didn’t feel the slightest bit, and the system didn’t prompt, indicating that it wasn’t a containment object, and there wasn’t any infected body. perception ability.

Liu Xiuxiu took out a palm-sized circular mechanical device from the black box. It seemed that this was the tool he used to open the door of his house late that night.

He attached the device to the door lock and pressed the button, but he didn't know how it worked inside. With the sound of mechanical gears clicking, the door opened a gap, and a cloud of turbid air suddenly escaped through the gap.

Xia Ren frowned even deeper.

He smelled a bloody smell in the air that could not be ignored.

at the same time.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

The sound of children running suddenly sounded again.

Liu Xiuxiu was so startled that his hands trembled, and the mechanical device in his hand was adjusted to the ground. He quickly picked it up and put it back into the black box.

"Anyone in there?"

He looked at his watch, the hands on it didn't move at all.

Xia Ren didn't answer, and gently opened the door.

The bright sunlight outside was blocked by the curtains, and when it shone into the house, there was only a cool glimmer of light.

What appeared in front of Xia Ren and Liu Xiuxiu was a pale scene.

mourning hall.

The word suddenly popped up in his mind.

Sofa, TV, coffee table...all the furniture are covered with white cloth, except the floor.

Unlike the outside, there was only a thin layer of dust inside the house, and as they opened the door, bits of dust fell into the air and drifted everywhere.

Xia Ren covered his mouth and nose, and Liu Xiuxiu also followed his example and entered the house together.

The wooden floor has been old for a long time, and it makes a creaking sound when stepped on, as if it is overwhelmed.

Just entering the house, the sound from outside seemed to be completely cut off, and the house was completely silent, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard.

Xia Ren looked around while walking inside.

Apart from being covered with a white cloth, everything is normal, and the layout of this house is the same as that of my own house downstairs. It is clear at a glance where is the bathroom and where is the kitchen.

Suddenly, Xia Ren stopped.

Liu Xiuxiu behind him couldn't react in time and bumped into his back.

"How do you..."

Just as he was about to ask, his eyes looked ahead, and his pupils constricted suddenly.

There was no wind in the room, but the white curtains were swaying gently, revealing a thin black figure.

A pair of small feet were exposed outside the curtain, without shoes.

There was a child hiding behind, as if playing clumsy hide-and-seek, unaware that he had given away his position.

The running sound just now was probably made by him too.