My Thriller Survival Game

The basement door was opened, and a downward staircase appeared in front of them.

The stairs are very long, extending all the way down, leading to the depths of darkness, and there are countless murals on the walls, which are graffiti to be precise.

The white walls were painted black, with pairs of red eyes painted on them. The painter was very skilled, and the eyes were painted very expressively and lifelike. The moment the phone's light came on, Yang Xueqi felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her.

Hold her.

If she hadn't had a strong psychological quality, she would probably have shot her right away.

Xu Yang, who was standing behind Yang Xueqi, stepped forward and glanced at the eyes on the wall. His heart suddenly trembled and his breathing became rapid.

He has seen these eyes before. The login interface of "Thriller Survival Game" is a pair of eyes, and the eyes here are enlarged versions of them.

"The first crime scene?"

Yang Xueqi turned her head and looked at Xu Yang in surprise.

"Do you still remember those photos Fang Qian gave us?"

"What's wrong?"

"Did you find the room in the photo?"

Yang Xueqi shook her head. Although there were photos, it was difficult to find the room with just one photo. After all, there was too little information in the photo.

"You mean, this is where the dead were killed?"

Xu Yang nodded, then took a deep breath, held up the phone, jumped over Yang Xueqi and walked forward.

The basement is not finished, and the stairs are very rough, just a rough one, and the depth is different when you walk on it.

Going down the stairs, they walked about twenty steps. The stairs were not going down, but going forward, but a door blocked their way.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Yang Xueqi was about to kick in the door when she was stopped by Xu Yang.

"Don't be so violent."

After saying that, Xu Yang reached out and pulled out a hairpin from Yang Xueqi's head, inserted it into the keyhole, and after a few simple fiddles, the door opened.

"Who did you learn this lock-picking skill from?"

Xu Yang shrugged and said, "Second uncle."

As he spoke, Xu Yang pushed open the iron door and walked forward.

Not long after walking, another door appeared in front of them. Following the same pattern, Xu Yang opened the door again.

Moving forward, I opened three doors in a row, and finally reached the end, leaving only the last door.

Xu Yang did not rush to open the lock this time, but turned his head and looked at Yang Xueqi.

Yang Xueqi understood this, holding a gun in her right hand and pointing the muzzle at the door. She held a mobile phone in her left hand and put it under the wrist of her right hand, looking at the door warily.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yang opened the door.

"Click!"

As the door lock was unlocked, Xu Yang immediately retreated. Yang Xueqi raised her gun, raised her foot, kicked open the iron door, and then rushed in, followed closely by Xu Yang.

The room was pitch dark and the smell was extremely unpleasant. After smelling the smell, Xu Yang's stomach churns and his brows knitted together. But whether it was Xu Yang or Yang Xueqi, after smelling the smell, they knew that this was

The smell of a decomposing corpse.

Xu Yang held up his mobile phone and looked around. Everything in the room was displayed in front of them.

The room was not big, only about thirty square meters, and it was airtight. Apart from the doorway where they were, there was only a window above their heads that even a child could not get through.

Like the stairwell, the walls of the room are painted black and covered with eyes. Standing at the door and looking over, it feels like these eyes are staring at them, giving people a creepy feeling of terror.

The room was not big, but there were a lot of things. In the middle of the room was a rusty single bed, with a person crawling on the bed, a corpse to be precise.

The corpse was face down, with its head raised high, its hands extended backwards, and its feet raised high. The hands and feet were tied together with wires, making the whole person look like a bow.

A thin wire passed through the chin of the deceased, ran through the entire head, and then extended backwards and connected to the lower body of the deceased, causing the head of the deceased to be raised high. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

With the single bed as the center, there are dozens of chairs placed. The chairs are welded and fixed to the ground. After careful counting, there are no more and no less chairs, exactly twenty-six.

The chairs were rusty and severely deformed. There was a wooden sculpture placed on seventeen of the chairs. The wooden sculpture was lifelike, just like a living person.

All the wood carvings are like the corpses on the single bed. Their hands and feet are tied behind their backs, their heads are raised high, and they are lying on the chairs. On the chest of the wood carvings, there is a sign with three words written on it: I'm sorry!

Standing at the door, Xu Yang and Xu Yang were extremely shocked when they saw this scene. Xu Yang took two steps forward, walked to the chair, squatted down, and stared at one of the wood carvings. On the back of the wood carving, he saw

a name.

"Liu Mumu!"

This is one of the deceased.

Xu Yang turned around again and looked at the other chair.

"Chen Zihao!"

"Li Yang!"

Twenty-six chairs and seventeen wooden sculptures all appeared in Xu Yang's field of vision in this strange posture. There was a name behind each wooden sculpture, and a brand on the chest of each wooden sculpture.

When Xu Yang saw the last wood carving, he was stunned for a moment.

"Chen Xuefeng."

"Isn't he a student from Class 4, Class 3, 2015?"

Hearing this, Yang Xueqi thought for a moment and said, "He is not a student, he is a teacher."

"teacher?"

"Chen Xuefeng used to be their Chinese teacher. He was thirty-five years old at the time. Three years after Fang Qian and the others graduated, he resigned and went abroad to study, and then settled abroad..."

As she spoke, Yang Xueqi stopped talking and suddenly said: "I know who the body that has not yet been identified is."

"Is Chen Xuefeng right?" Xu Yang said.

Yang Xueqi nodded and said: "Previously, during the autopsy, the forensic doctor found it strange that among all the deceased, he was the oldest and the earliest to be killed. Based on his age, this person should be in his forties now.

But among the students in Class 3 and Class 4, there was no one with the same age, which made us puzzled for a while. We didn't expect that the deceased was actually him."

Hearing what Yang Xueqi said, a certain guess in Xu Yang's mind became more and more certain.

"Who is this deceased?" Yang Xueqi walked to Xu Yang and asked, looking at the deceased in the single bed.

"Wang Kai."

"Um?"

"Fang Wan's suitor was once a student in Class 3 and 4 of high school, and was also the murderer of Fang Wan'er."

Hearing this, Yang Xueqi looked at Xu Yang in surprise, and then she couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Yang, tell me honestly, how do you know this, and what else do you know?"

Xu Yang did not answer this question, but stood among the chairs, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

They saw a huge eyeball pattern on the ceiling, looking down at them.