Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

Everyone's attention was attracted by Zhang Fangqing's voice.

The place they were in was a small closed room, and the dim light of the oil lamp filled the whole room, illuminating everything clearly, including those weird corpses whose half were human and the other half were sewn into dolls.

The three men were more courageous. Seeing such a scene of hell suddenly, although they were a little terrified, they didn't cry out in fright.

Jiang Heng took a few steps forward, keenly smelling the faint smell of antiseptic liquid in the air.

The antiseptic liquid generally smells pungent and irritating to a certain extent. Such a strong smell can become so bland in such a closed space that you can't even notice it if you don't get close. It seems that these corpses have been placed here for a long time. It's been a long time.

Although the corpse smelled like it had been embalmed, the effect of the embalming treatment had been weakened due to the longer storage time, and each corpse had decayed to varying degrees.

The furry and cute doll costumes are draped over rotting corpses, which is very visually impactful.

Klein and Wang Mingke also walked to Jiang Heng one after another. Because Zhang Fangqing didn't dare to approach, she asked her to stay near the door for the time being.

"Who did this? It's disgusting enough to sew human corpses and dolls together." Klein frowned, feeling sick to his stomach from the smell of embalming liquid and rotting corpses.

Jiang Heng wisely held his breath and didn't let his sense of smell suffer. His voice was muffled: "The monster said it was made into a doll, and the process of making it is probably like this."

Wang Mingke covered his mouth and nose. He tried not to think about how Chen Xian's body would be treated, but the sight in front of him still made him feel sick and disgusted.

Apart from these hastily stitched half corpses, there is nothing else in the room, and naturally there is no road leading to the outside of the wall as everyone imagined.

Klein muttered: "There is no passage, but yes, if there is a passage here, there should be a group of people guarding the door."

Everyone understood this more or less, and quickly recovered their mentality after a brief loss.

After carefully looking at the layout of the room, you will find that the layout here is very simple, it looks a bit like some kind of abandoned warehouse, but this warehouse is not filled with ordinary waste products.

"These may be failures, otherwise they wouldn't be placed so casually in this remote room." Jiang Heng scanned the "failures" that were crumbling around, and had a guess.

But Wang Mingke still has doubts: "If this is the case, why do people often come to see these failed products? Is there anything worth paying attention to about these failed products?"

At this time, Zhang Fangqing, who had been standing far away, boldly came over and reminded in a low voice, "There seems to be a piece of paper in the corner on the right."

There is indeed a piece of paper in the corner that Zhang Fangqing pointed out, and the paper is still intact, only the corners seem to have been burnt, showing a burnt yellow color.

Jiang Heng held the piece of paper, and Wang Mingke came over, holding an oil lamp to illuminate him.

"To my dear Benia, since your death I have not been able to sleep day and night."

"I sent you to hell with my own hands, and abandoned you cruelly."

"But Benia, I am so sorry."

"I remembered everything, and remembered that I was once like you. But my regrets cannot recall your soul."

"Failure brought you back to me, but you will never smile at me like you used to."

"I will visit you often, and I will remind myself of my sins in this way. Even if I can never atone for my sins, I will always be with you forever and spend every dark night."

The paper seemed to be filled with the self-report of a sinner, his heart was full of repentance to that Benia, and he hated and regretted what he had caused Benia's death.

"Benia? It's like a girl's name." Klein said.

Wang Mingke suddenly squatted down and leaned over to a corpse leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground beside him. He just caught a sparkling object out of the corner of his eye.

"Wang Mingke?" Jiang Heng lowered his head in confusion, watching Wang Mingke's actions.

Wang Mingke held up the oil lamp, under the light, the light reflected by that thing became more conspicuous, and he found it right away.

It was a necklace, with a silver ring hanging from it, and it was placed on the slightly curled hand of the corpse.

Wang Mingke picked it up, but he was holding an oil lamp, so it was not easy to check it, so he handed it to Jiang Heng.

There is no information on the necklace itself, but there seems to be an engraving on the inside of the ring attached to it.

Holding the ring, Jiang Heng leaned against Wang Mingke, almost touching Wang Mingke with his shoulder.

Wang Mingke lowered his head and saw Jiang Heng's curled eyelashes smudged by the light. He stared at it for a while, then turned his head away uncomfortably, and coughed pretentiously, causing Jiang Heng to glance at him.

Wang Mingke held the oil lamp closer to Jiang Heng, pretending nothing happened.

The silver bracelet on Jiang Heng's wrist vibrated, as if angry.

Jiang Heng obviously sensed the abnormality of the bracelet, turned the bracelet around in confusion, and poked it again.But soon the vibration stopped, and he couldn't see any abnormalities anymore, so he continued to study the ring indifferently.

"TomydearBenia." The engraving on the inside of the ring is very rough, it is not likely that a craftsman was hired to engrave it, and it is very likely that someone carved it by himself.

"Benia?" Jiang Heng read.

Wang Mingke heard: "Isn't this the name mentioned on that piece of paper just now?"

Jiang Heng looked down at the ring, or the owner of the necklace, the corpse sitting on the ground.

"This is a female corpse." Jiang Heng squatted down and observed the corpse closely. "She was well preserved, and basically didn't start to rot."

"The 'Benia' written on the paper should be her."

Klein was squeezed out by the two of them, and he was impatient and wise: "Could it be that piece of paper written by the person who comes to this shabby room every day? Since he feels guilty about Miss Benia, he should I will come to confess every day."

Jiang Heng returned the necklace to the original owner, then stood up.

"Klein's conjecture is probably correct." Jiang Heng shook the piece of paper, and the paper slapped the air and made a slight crackling sound, "This piece of paper also says 'I will visit you often, I I will remind myself of my sins in this way, even if I can never atone for my sins, I will always be with you forever, through every dark night.'”

Jiang Heng read the last sentence on the paper slowly.

Klein, who was affirmed, began to swell again.

Jiang Heng smiled softly: "Fortunately, we came during the day, otherwise we might bump into him head-on."

Klein asked "Huh?" in a daze.

Wang Mingke reacted quickly: "You mean 'spend every night'?"

Jiang Heng nodded: "The regular visitor who came to visit Benia should stay here every night, and he will stay here for one night."

Zhang Fangqing felt a little creepy: "Staying with the corpse all night..." Thinking about it, I feel terrible.

Jiang Heng carefully placed the paper in Benia's slightly opened hand, and pressed the heavy necklace on it thoughtfully to prevent the paper from being blown away.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then unconsciously took a light breath.

As the distance got closer, the choking smell of antiseptic liquid came over his face, Jiang Heng was choked, and his nose was suddenly filled with sourness.

Careless.He rubbed his nose with red eyes, and couldn't help coughing twice, his fair cheeks were pale pink, pitiful and cute.

Zhang Fangqing bent down and patted Jiang Heng's back in a hurry: "Are you all right, Jiang Heng?"

Jiang Heng's eyes were full of water: "It's okay." He stood up, moved a few steps quietly, away from the corpses.

After all, the taste is a bit choking.

Jiang Heng's eye circles were still slightly red, and his voice was also very soft: "For us, it may be a terrible thing to stay with the corpse all night. But for the frequent visitor, maybe he The happiest moment."

After all, this is the only meager redemption he can make, and it is also his only redemption.

"If we can find the person who often comes to this room, can we try to get some words out of his mouth?" Wang Mingke suddenly thought.

The other three looked at him.

Wang Mingke said: "Looking at the tone of his letter, he personally killed Benia, and Benia died in this way." He pointed to Benia's body, "He died in this way."

"I think it's very likely that Benia was a chaperone in our foster home, and the person who wrote this whole confession was her chaperone."

Jiang Heng pursed his lips: "I also think this possibility is very high, maybe we can confirm it tonight."

"See who this escort is."

Wang Mingke hesitated: "After the meeting in the library?"

Jiang Heng's nasal voice was soft and waxy: "Yeah." He rubbed his nose, always feeling like sneezing.

Everyone searched the room for a while, but found nothing else of value.

"Go out from here first, there should be no clues." Jiang Heng suggested.

Wang Mingke took out the pocket watch he was carrying to check the time, and said, "We have to leave quickly, the free time is coming to an end, if the escort finds out that we are here, it will be difficult to explain."

The oil lamp was extinguished, and it was put back together with the matchbox. The match that Jiang Heng just lit was not lost, but was put back into the matchbox to make up for it, hoping that it would serve as a camouflage.

Zhang Fangqing was a little worried: "That person probably won't find out that the match has been used."

Klein didn't care much: "Generally you can't find it, right? Even if he finds out, he doesn't know who has been there. It doesn't matter."

Wang Mingke carefully observed the floor, but fortunately there were no footprints or other signs of visits left on it.

"Fortunately, that person comes every day, and there is no dust in the room, otherwise we would be exposed easily." Wang Mingke was relieved.

After eliminating all traces of the visit, the four of them withdrew from the room, and then carefully closed the door again.

"Jiang Heng, you—" Klein held Jiang Heng, and was about to talk to Jiang Heng alone for a while, but suddenly his expression froze.

He turned sideways stiffly, and saw a familiar figure approaching them quickly.

"Little Jiang Heng, what are you doing here?" The white bear Anji pushed through the bushes and walked towards them with precision.

It rolled its eyes and glanced at everyone: "Isn't this a fun place?"

The tall figure of Anji the White Bear stood in front of the four of them, blocking the way ahead.

They have nowhere to go.