Top stream at Infinite Theater [Infinite]

The weird and terrifying scene clearly appeared on the live screen, and the bullet screen was instantly covered——

[Ah ah ah!I rely on me rely on me! ! ! 】

【Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...】

[Hurry up and make bullet screen body protection, bullet screen body protection, what the hell is this shit! ! 】

[I'm numb, brothers, horror movies are not so high-definition, the camera is directly on the face, I almost woke up the whole building when I watched it in the middle of the fucking night]

[Flooding the screen with gift special effects, I can't stand these mummy...]

The gifts in the sub-camera live broadcast room instantly swiped the screen, and the colorful special effects suppressed the horror atmosphere a little bit, and then more curious viewers heard about the grand occasion here, and came from other live broadcast rooms one after another, screaming and scrolling in fright Gift.

For the first time, the number of people in Yu Ran's sub-camera reached 200 million, the room number of the live broadcast room jumped to the top of the competition page, and the system automatically issued a celebration announcement——

[Congratulations to the popularity of the 0871 shot in the live broadcast room reaching 200 million! 】

[Congratulations to actor Yu Ran for winning the live streaming reward 'Explosive Rocket'*1, the live broadcast room will start an automatic lottery draw soon, let's take a look~]

[Congratulations to actor Yu Ran for winning the live broadcast reward 'Ferris Wheel of Death'*1, the live broadcast room will start an automatic lottery draw soon, let's take a look~]

The last two notices were swiped 5 times respectively, that is to say, Yu Ran received a total of ten rewards.

'Explosive Rocket' and 'Death Ferris Wheel' are the two most expensive reward gifts, worth 666 fear points and 555 fear points respectively. After the gifts are sent out, there will be a lucky draw in the live broadcast room, and the whole station will announce that participating viewers will have a chance Gain 20 fear points and special props.In the live broadcast room, it is a great drainage and publicity gift.

But since these two gifts were hung up, no one has bought them. The fear value itself is related to one's own life. Occasionally, some rich and local tyrants are happy watching the live broadcast. Wasting so many fear points for nothing to give to the anchor who has never met before.

It is unheard of for Yu Ran to receive these two rewards, and more curious viewers quickly poured into his live broadcast room, not only to participate in the lucky draw, but also to see what happened in the live broadcast room, which attracted the local tyrants to spend so much money .

The colorful lottery page occupied all the audience's attention, and the free fear points and small props cheered the barrage, and no one even thought about who was so heroic behind it.

There was a lively carnival in the live broadcast room, but on the side of the camera, the deadly atmosphere still spread in the air.

Most of these hanged corpses have dried up, and the skin has folds and folds. The muscles and water in the body have shrunk extremely with the loss of blood, like eggplants dried under the eaves, with oil that is difficult to dissolve in water on the surface.

This reminded the two present at the same time of the dead goose hoisted in the kitchen on the first floor. It was also tied by a rope, its feathers were removed, and its neck stretched out to die.

The most corner position is leaning on a wooden ladder, the height is just enough to help people climb directly to the beams to hang these corpses.

"Yu Ran." Yan Shiche touched the young man on the shoulder, motioning him to look up, "The one who died on the first night."

It was a middle-aged man surnamed Zheng. He was hung on the far left, and the condition of the corpse was slightly better than the previous ones, but it was still so dry that it was beyond recognition. Yu Ran stared at that face for a long time before he barely recognized it. .

"The glasses haven't been removed yet. I guess the nun will still be moving in the middle of the night today. We need to hurry up." Yu Ran covered the mask in disgust, and pushed Yan Shiche to lead the way.

They walked through the grove of corpses, and behind them was a huge space. Through the light of the candles, you could see huge shelves on the walls, each one reaching the top of the ceiling, crowding the entire corner.

So the shelves are filled with quartz bottles of various colors, labeled on them, holding light-colored transparent liquids.

Yu Ran took a closer look, and the words "neroli", "nutmeg", and "berg.amot" were written on those bottles, which looked familiar. He recalled for a while, and finally remembered that he had seen these names on Yu Yuanyi's cosmetics , should be various spice oils.

These essential oils have not been diluted, and they are extremely strong. When they get close to some smells, they completely strike, and the slight tingling runs from the nasal cavity to the back of the head.

Yu Ran rubbed the back of his neck, and the feeling of soreness in the back of his head was relieved a little, and he quickly stepped back a few steps away from the dangerous object in front of him.

In the center of the space is a brick island, similar to the one in the kitchen. On the polished black and shiny countertop are neatly placed boning knives, pointed machetes and saws, and a pile of bricks is piled up on the front. A large stack of snow-white gauze, one can think of the bad use of these things at a glance.

In addition, there were a few formed pale yellow pastes on the table, exuding a faint fragrance, exactly the same as the candles in their room.

Yu Ran heard the sound of gurgling like boiling water.

"Go in." Yan Shiche reminded.

They walked through several rows of shelves. In the deepest part of the tower room, a huge glass jar stood by the wall. The top of the glass jar was covered with a brass metal lid. Steam escaped from inside, collected on the ceiling, and dripped down the unevenness of the masonry.

In the side wall was an open window, with a latticed metal window for ventilation.

Below the glass jar is a hollow fire, and the dry wood burns quietly, sending a steady stream of heat upward.

The inside of the glass jar was filled with light yellow grease, and there were large chunks of yellow and white intertwined solid fat floating in the grease. They rolled up and down in the grease, boiling slowly, releasing small air bubbles and a small amount of water.

Yu Ran only glanced at it, and then turned his attention away. In the corner on the right side of the glass jar was a large pile of fragmented candle paste. A layer of dust had already accumulated on it, which seemed to be discarded.

In the corner at the other end, brown sacks weighing at least five or six hundred catties were piled up. Fine dust spilled out, spreading a pile of dark dust on the ground.

Opening the small mouth of the sack, Yu Ran rubbed it with his fingertips, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, a strong smell of calamus came into his nostrils, it was the powder made from withered calamus hanging on the door lintel during the Dragon Boat Festival.

He opened the other bag and smelled it. It was cinnamon powder and cinnamon powder.

"It's human body fat." Yu Ran frowned, "After the blood in front is drained, remove the flesh and bones, take out the fat, dip it into a glass jar, and use the oil absorption method to make ointment."

Yan Shiche looked down at him, "Do you know what this is?"

Yu Ran nodded and said: "She is making holy anointing oil."

"Holy anointing oil?"

""Bible Old Testament Genesis" records that' five hundred shekels of liquid myrrh, 250 shekels of fragrant cinnamon, 250 shekels of calamus, five hundred shekels of cinnamon, one hin of olive oil, pressed as incense The method of blending sanctification oil'." Yu Ran said while picking up the discarded candles piled up on the ground and sniffing, "You smell."

Yan Shiche didn't take it, but lowered his head and sniffed at Yu Ran's hand.

The warm breath patted the young man's fingertips vaguely, Yu Ran was stunned, the man had already straightened up.

Yan Shiche said: "It's like burnt wool, or cowhide roasted with oil by the fire. It's pungent and pungent. It's not as sacred as you said."

"Because it's a failure." Yu Ran threw the candle back into the corner, "I guess, the nun replaced the original olive oil with human body oil, and made the current candle with the finished holy anointing oil—that's our room. The kind of candle that awakens people's deepest desires, using the name of the trial castle, turns the condemned prisoners into the raw materials she needs."

"Anyway, no one will pursue the death row prisoner, not to mention, this is a tribute made for her greatest father, isn't it?"

The candle flame under the glass jar gradually fell, and the flame was a little weak.

Yu Ran said: "We should go, the nun should come to add fire regularly."

Before the two of them reached the door, Yan Shiche suddenly grabbed Yu Ran's arm and blew out the candle, "She's here."

The door lock was inserted with a key and turned gently. The tower was a closed place, and the only exit and entrance was the door. Once the nuns came in, they had nowhere to hide.

"Go up." Yan Shiche pushed Yu Ran to the ladder leading to the beam in a low voice, turned himself up, and quickly pulled the young man over.

The moment the door opened, the two of them fell silent for a moment, and squeezed together on the thin beam. Yu Ran fell into the man's arms, and was held tightly by his arms to help him maintain his balance.

The fiery breath hit the back of the young man's neck, with dry corpses hanging below, and a murderous nun watching in the dark, Yu Ran's mood was extremely complicated.

rustle--

rustle--

The sound of heavy objects being dragged sounded, and the nun dragged the glasses that died in the room over.

The cloth rubbed against the brick floor, the heels of the shoes trampled through the sticky blood, and they shuffle right under them, stopping abruptly.

Oops, Yu Ran's heart skipped a beat, if the nuns disposed of the corpse on the spot, they would be exposed once they hung it up for bloodletting.

At this time, a hand was on his shoulder, as if sensing the tension of the young man, he squeezed it lightly.

In the darkness, Yu Ran couldn't see the situation below, so he could only grab the beam under him, ready to kick the nun in the face at any time.

Just when he thought they were about to be discovered, the nun suddenly put down the corpse in her hands, a hoarse voice sounded in the silence, and she murmured strangely to herself, "I forgot, bring up the bucket... the iron in the kitchen bucket, filled with sinful blood, churned into a sticky pot of good ointment..."

The wooden heel clicked on the ground, the door was opened again, and the nun walked out.

"It's okay." Yan Shiche said at this time, "Let's go back too."

Anyway, nothing weird happened on the way back, and the nun didn't appear again.

It was not yet midnight, Yu Ran was not sleepy, lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head and thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Shiche turned his head sideways, his gaze slipped from Yu Ran's straight nose bridge to those soft thin lips.

The clear memory at the bottom of the water flashed through his mind, the man pursed his lips, and slowly looked away.

"How do I want to accomplish what I want to achieve."

"Have you thought of it?"

"Yeah." Yu Ran responded, "It's a bit troublesome, and I need your cooperation."

Yan Shiche smiled lowly, "When did I not cooperate with your willfulness, boss."

"..." Yu Ran had some problems with the word willful, he glanced at the man beside him, the moonlight came in from the window, just hit the man's lips, and fell into a deep shadow along the lip line.

"Did I not cooperate?" Yan Shiche spoke again, his lips trembling slightly under the moonlight.

The young man choked for breath, feeling a little hot under the blanket for no reason.

He turned around and wrapped the quilt tightly, with his back to Yan Shiche, his voice was hazy, "It's alright, I'm asleep."

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感谢在2021-11-0616:18:01~2021-11-0716:46:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: a knife and a knife;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!