Horror Studio

When I went in alone just now, Qiancangyi had already seen the situation in the house with a helmet light. The furniture and the floor were covered with dust, and there was no one in the house.

　　 A warm candlelight lit up in the living room.

　　 "I found a candle and a lighter in the kitchen." Qiancang handed a lighted white candle to Ran Ya, "Check the room first and follow me."

　　 "Yeah." Ran Ya nodded.

　　 "By the way, I tried it, there is electricity in the house, but don't turn on the lights, it is easy to be found." Qiancang reminded.

　　 Ranya glanced out the window, but did not speak.

　　 Qiancang Yi stood in front of the bedroom door and gently pushed the door open.

　　 crunch.

　　 The crack in the door opened a little.

　　 Qiancang put the candle in and opened the bedroom door completely after there was no obvious danger.

　　 "You stand at the door waiting for me."

　　 After dropping this sentence, as soon as Qiancang walked in, a peculiar smell came and he covered his mouth and nose with his left hand.

　　 The wooden yellow rocking chair in the middle of the bedroom attracted Qian Cangyi's attention. At the top of the rocking chair, there was a black round object.

　　 Qiancang stopped and lowered his body.

　　 On the ground, dozens of mosquito-repellent coils were placed randomly, and the rocking chair was placed in the center. In the mosquito coil plate, some mosquito coils have been burnt out, leaving a cloud of ashes, and some are only half burned.

　　 "What did you find?" Ran Ya asked softly.

　　 "It's not clear yet." Qiancang didn't look back, but moved the mosquito coil to the side with his feet, and then slowly approached. After reaching the side of the rocking chair, he approached the candle to the black object on the rocking chair.

　　 A shriveled and wrinkled face appeared under the candlelight, and the jet-black skin seemed to have been smoked. A little closer, the unbearable smell burst into the nose, almost suffocating.

　　 The candlelight moved down, and his skinny body was lying on the rocking chair, and some parts of it could even see yellowish-brown bones.

　　 Qiancang took out the lighter and lightly touched the skin of the corpse. There was a stiff texture like a belt, and he pierced it in, as if he had punctured a layer of membrane with only air in it.

　　 He retracted the lighter, and then continued to look down. In front of the rocking chair, beside the feet of the corpse, there was a silver-gray tape recorder. At this time, the indicator light in front of the tape recorder was still glowing yellow-green.

　　The tape recorder is about 20 cm long and has an oval shape. There are two large speakers on the left and right sides. There are five buttons in the middle part of the top, corresponding to different functions. The two sides are the handle parts.

　　 As soon as Qiancang picked up the tape recorder, the black power cord was straightened. He looked along the power cord and found a square iron box in the corner with several tapes scattered in the box.

　　 A few minutes later, the two returned to the living room. In the blind corner of the window, the two spread several layers of quilts on the ground.

　　 Next to the quilt, there are a tape recorder and a tin box containing a magnetic tape.

　　 Insert the black plug into the jack, and then press the play button of the recorder.

　　嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

　　 He took the tape out, turned it over and put it in again.

After the sound of 　　 嗞嗞嗞 was over, a hoarse voice came from the speaker of the recorder.

　　 "Cough cough...cough cough..."

　　 "Your name is Chen Yuanyuan and you live at No. 142, Fuluo Village. When you heard this tape, you should have forgotten these things."

　　 "Don't worry, nothing, because this is not the first time you have forgotten."

　　 "Below I will say something you should remember, write it down with a pen, don’t forget."

　　 Hearing this, Qiancang understood the role of the tape recorder.

　　 An old man named Chen Yuanyuan has amnesia, and the tape recorder is the trigger set by Chen Yuanyuan to retrieve his memories.

　　 "Does it really work to say it directly?" Ran Ya was very suspicious.

"Basically useless." Qian Cang shook his head, "Even if everything is true, it has been confirmed, but Chen Yuanyuan still has no relevant memory in his mind. However, I think it is enough for him, remember. Staying with these words does not affect your life."

　　 "Where is his family?" Ran Ya was a little curious.

　　 "Who knows..." Qian Cangyi didn't answer directly.

The recorder is still playing things related to Chen Yuanyuan, such as what is his wife's name, what year was he married, what year he died, what is his child's name, where he works now, what is his phone number, etc. Wait...nothing big or small.

　　 Qiancang is not interested in these, he presses the accelerator button.

　　 Chen Yuanyuan’s home is closer to the green iron gate, and there may be some useful information in the tape.

　　 "……"

　　 "Chen Yuanyuan, the people in the village are not the only ones who are forgetful. They have found a new way to cure the forgetfulness."

"I heard that a man of God came to the village a few days ago. He is very good at treating forgetfulness. Some people go to see the disease when they are old. After returning, they have a good memory. People who have been treated are a little weird."

　　 "Usually, a few ridicules have a bad memory, and the laughter will pass, but after the disease is cured, I can't say a word, and I have a good temper."

　　 "I'm afraid there is something wrong with this **** man."

　　 The sound stopped abruptly.

　　 Qiancang pressed the stop button and turned to look at Ran Ya.

　　 "I never heard my grandfather say anything about gods." Ran Ya was puzzled.

　　 "It is probably word of mouth." Qiancangyi put his left hand on his chin, "Let's listen to the remaining tapes first."

　　 As soon as the money warehouse turns the tape over, press the play button.

　　 After listening, he changed the tape.

　　 The contents of the tape are all sesame-sized things, but for Chen Yuanyuan, it is of great significance.

　　 After listening for a while, Ran Ya went to sleep, lying on her side on the quilt, her head resting on her hands, her body curled into a ball.

　　 Qiancang covers Ran Ya with the dust-cleaned quilt when he sees it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The recorder is still playing, but they are all insignificant things.

　　 Qiancangyi no longer concentrates on it, but allocates some energy to think about the green iron gate and analyze the current situation.

　　 Fan Yuantang walked forward to the green iron gate. In other words, he might die after entering the green iron gate. The problem now is that he does not know what is going on in Fuluo Village without in-depth understanding, let alone solve the problem.

　　 After the action, should I bring Ran Ya with me?

　　 Although Ran Ya helped me a lot along the way, she is not an actor after all. She was able to deal with troubles before, mainly because those troubles were easier, and she also had Chen Po's help.

　　 If I encounter danger after I bring her in, I may not be able to help her, but if I am alone, it will be much easier to solve the problem. Equipment, special props, skills, etc. can all become my cards.

　　 But then again, she may not be safe to sleep here alone. Once she is found by monsters in her sleep, it is basically a dead end. After all, I don't know what abilities these monsters have.

　　 Besides, from the perspective of the script, the Liang Ping I played seemed very interesting to Ran Ya, and even to change Ran Ya's original idea, if I want to add points, Ran Ya must win.

　　 "Hi...his...they will replace us."

　　 Qian Kuraichi's thoughts were interrupted by the tape recorder, and Chen Yuanyuan's hoarse voice roared in the tape recorder.