Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

The four of them stepped up the stairs, and Wang Mingke, who led the way, stepped onto the ground of the second floor first. He was startled as soon as he raised the candlestick in his hand to illuminate the surroundings.

All kinds of paintings of figures were hung on the walls of the corridors around them, each of which was so realistic that it seemed that there was a group of people surrounding them in a blink of an eye.

"Does the owner of this house like paintings? Why are there so many paintings, and they are all portraits?" Wang Mingke said, looking at one of the figures, he gasped.

The painting depicts a weird woman, half of her face is elegant, and the other half is dripping with blood, as if her skin has been cut open by a human being, exposing the inner muscles, which looks particularly pervasive.

Jiang Heng stepped forward and looked at it for a while, then reached out and touched the painting.

Wang Mingke was taken aback by his actions: "What are you doing, don't die! Be careful not to offend something bad!"

Jiang Heng was stunned by the yelling, and explained in a low nasal voice with a little grievance: "This painting is just painted, and the paint on it is not dry yet." He stretched out his fair fingers, revealing the red rubbed on them pigment.

Seeing that he felt so inexplicably guilty, Wang Mingke unconsciously slowed down his voice: "Well, you're right, I didn't notice it just now."

After Jiang Heng was affirmed, he smiled happily, and continued with bright eyes: "There should be living things in the castle, I wonder if it could be the owner of the castle." He rubbed his fingers, taking advantage of the paint on his hands, It didn't dry out, and the paint was rubbed off.

After rubbing off the paint, Jiang Heng wrinkled his nose, always feeling a faint fishy smell on his hands.

He raised his hand and smelled the place where the paint had just been stained, a faint smell of blood filled his nose.

Could this painting be a paint made of blood, Jiang Heng pondered.But Wang Mingke and the others were having a lively discussion about what he said, so he was a little embarrassed to interrupt.

"I think what Jiang Heng said is quite possible. Maybe the owner of the castle painted it himself and hung it up for decoration. I will find out if there is a studio later. The owner of the castle may still be there." Lin Yue came to a conclusion. , which terminates the discussion.

Maybe it was because they didn't pay attention to it, the shouting on the second floor became louder, and the scratching on the door became more and more harsh, until finally they just started banging on the door impatiently.

Jiang Heng covered his ears again, and complained in a low voice: "It's so noisy, why doesn't it have any patience." There was a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and he puffed his cheeks a little angrily.

For a while, the door slamming and ghost shouting stopped.

The three of them looked at Jiang Heng together again, Jiang Heng still maintained his angry appearance, innocent and pitiful all over.

Lin Yue whispered, "It must have really heard it."

Wang Mingke lowered his voice: "Jiang Heng speaks so softly, but it can hear it? It's a hell."

After Wang Mingke finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Didn't they just see a ghost?

Zhang Shilin broke the silence: "Then it is too narrow-minded." He then lowered his voice, but his voice was relatively thick, and it sounded like a duck quacking after lowering it.

At this moment, the sound of slamming the door and ghostly screams sounded again, attracting everyone's attention.

It may be that Zhang Shilin said that its narrow-mindedness overwhelmed its last patience, and it smashed harder this time and screamed louder.

Everyone didn't delay any longer, they planned to go to the room that made the noise first, and then go to the studio later.

The room where the sound came from was at the end of the corridor. When a few people came to the door, the loud noise that was deafening just now disappeared.

Jiang Heng blinked, and whispered hesitantly, "Is it tired?"

Lin Yue responded, "I guess so. It's been smashed for a long time, and it kept shouting while smashing."

Wang Mingke said: "Stop talking, it will start again later, let it rest for a while."

Jiang Heng nodded obediently, and was about to step forward to open the door, but Zhang Shilin suddenly rushed forward and pushed him away.

"Stop fighting to be the vanguard, you little weak chicken." Zhang Shilin said in his drake voice, and opened the door by himself.

The room was surprisingly clean, without any ghosts.

Lin Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "I was ready to pounce on a ghost, but I didn't expect to open the door to kill."

Everyone went around the room, but found nothing of value except for a small locked cipher box.

Jiang Heng picked up the cipher box and shook it left and right. The contents in the box collided with the iron wall, making a crisp sound.

"It should be a small metal object. I don't know where is the password of this box, it should need four numbers." Wang Mingke glanced at the combination lock on the combination box, fiddled with it and said.

"Take it first." Wang Mingke received the cryptex on him.

Behind the two of them, Lin Yue suddenly called out in surprise, "Strange? There is no electricity in this old castle, so why put a TV here?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Heng turned around with Wang Mingke and walked to Lin Yue's side.

Zhang Shilin said: "Usually at this time, the TV will suddenly light up, and then a virgin will crawl out of it." As soon as the words fell, the snowflake screen of the TV that was as quiet as a chicken suddenly lit up, and the sound of sizzling was coming. The sound in the quiet room was creepy.

Lin Yue almost couldn't maintain her ladylike image, she tried hard to endure the violent mood of cursing: "Can you shut your crow's mouth!"

The TV was on for a while, and suddenly a picture of a well jumped out.

This time Wang Mingke also wanted to curse.

A female ghost in white clothes with cascading hair began to slowly crawl out of the well.

Looking at this classic scene, Lin Yue didn't feel particularly scared for some reason: "Does Sadako only have one set of clothes?" She couldn't help muttering.

Wang Mingke stared at the female ghost's thick hair: "She has a lot of hair, I'm a little envious." After speaking, he touched the top of his head. He was approaching middle age, and the crisis of baldness was really frightening.

Zhang Shilin said, "Why is she crawling so slowly?"

The female ghost seemed to have heard his words, and she had only crawled halfway from the mouth of the well, she moved her limbs rapidly, crawling as fast as an eight-legged spider, and teleported directly to the front of the TV screen.

Zhang Shilin stared at the resentful eyes of everyone, smiled dryly and took two steps back.

On the TV, the female ghost has already stretched out a hand. Some parts of the pale hand have rotted and grown maggots. The white maggots are wriggling the fat body in the dark red flesh. The picture is particularly impactful.

Lin Yue was about to vomit. She backed up to the door in fear, trying to run out of the room before the female ghost crawled out.She turned the doorknob to open the door, but found that the door was locked at some point.

Lin Yue wanted to cry but had no tears: "I knew it, I didn't open the door to kill, but closed the door to kill!"

Seeing that the female ghost was about to crawl out, the few people had no clue and could only watch her crawl.

Seeing a group of people at a loss, the female ghost proudly grinned her mouth to the ears, revealing two rows of sharp fangs and shining long nails, making a sharp and high-pitched mocking sound.

Jiang Heng was the closest to the female ghost. Just now, even Wang Mingke was disgusted by the live maggots in the female ghost's hand. He took a few steps back, but he didn't.Among the four, he felt the female ghost's laughter and expression most clearly.

Jiang Heng's scalp exploded from the laughter of the female ghost who was close at hand, and seeing her wide open mouth, he was so frightened that he grabbed the female ghost's head.

At this time, the female ghost was only half a foot away.

Before the female ghost had fully crawled out, and there was still a way for her to climb out on the TV, Jiang Heng grabbed the female ghost by the head and stuffed her back into the TV.

A set of movements flowed smoothly without pause, making the three people behind him look stupid.

Even the female ghost was dumbfounded, she sat down in the TV in a daze, her butt hurt from the fall, and she looked like she hadn't reacted yet.

Jiang Heng was embarrassed first, he stood in front of the TV, looked at the female ghost that he had put back into the TV with some guilt, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, you laughed so ugly just now that I was a little scared It's my turn."

He pursed his lips, the dimples on his cheeks looming: "Did I hurt you?"

The female ghost was still in place, her hair disheveled, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock of being forced back into the TV by a human being.

Seeing that the female ghost didn't respond, Jiang Heng blinked slowly, revealing her iconic dimple again: "Did you forgive me?"

His voice was soft, and his smile was gentle, and he looked like a shy, young, beautiful young man.

After Jiang Heng finished speaking, he turned around happily, only to see the other three people huddled together, looking at him with complicated expressions.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Heng was stunned by the complex gaze, and said softly, as if to comfort them.

Wang Mingke began to doubt life: "Are you really... a newcomer?" He couldn't help but shift his gaze to Jiang Heng's hand that just grabbed the female ghost.

Jiang Heng's fingers are slender and fair, and his nails are a healthy pink. They are very beautiful. This hand can hold a pen, play the piano, and even make a hand model.But no matter how you look at it, this hand shouldn't be used to grab the female ghost's head.

Jiang Heng was asked this question by Wang Mingke for the second time, and he still answered seriously and honestly: "Yes."

It was the first time that Wang Mingke realized the power of language. Just these two words, he was hit by these two words and almost collapsed. The three views that have been shaped for nearly 30 years.

Jiang Heng saw that Wang Mingke seemed to be lost in thought, and reminded him aloud, "Let's go out and find a studio." As he said that, he had already grasped the doorknob.

He turned around, first pulled it in, and found that the door was not moving at all, thinking it was opened outwards, he pushed it in again.

The door still didn't move, Jiang Heng turned around suspiciously and looked at the three of them.

Lin Yue finally came to her senses. Although Jiang Heng's operation made her feel stupid just now, but seeing Jiang Heng's obedient face, she still took the bait again without hesitation: "I tried it just now, and the door is locked. , can't get out."

After Jiang Heng listened, the chicken nodded like a pecking rice, and then walked back to the TV.

He stretched out those beautiful hands, and pulled out the female ghost who was still stunned through the channel of the TV that was still wide open. In order not to hurt her self-esteem, he pulled the female ghost's arm specially this time.

Not only took care of the female ghost's self-esteem, but also wouldn't touch the rotten wounds on her hands through a layer of clothes.

"I'm sorry to bother you again." Jiang Heng said shyly, feeling very ashamed of his impolite behavior.

Jiang Heng carefully discussed with the female ghost: "Can you open the door for me, and I'll put you back after opening, okay?"

Plug... stuff it back?

The trio behind Jiang Heng was shocked again, and even felt some involuntary pity for the female ghost.

Is this a threat?This is not a negotiation at all!