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I don't know if it was to better integrate into the role, but Xuan Wen didn't struggle anymore. She let Gao Ming hold her hand and walked in the dark corridor.

There were almost no lights in Residential Building No. 3, and everything was eerie and strange. Apart from the sound of their heartbeats, there was only dead silence.

This environment, which should have been depressing even for breathing, has become a bit ambiguous at this moment.

Regardless of whether the woman in front of him was the real Xuan Wen or not, Gao Ming did not choose to doubt it. He told the story of being plotted against him by the God of the Past without reservation.

In fact, Gao Ming is also a bright card. If the other party is really Xuan Wen, telling the other party the truth is okay; if the other party is a god pretending to be a god, then the other party is the murderer and must have known everything, so it is even less important.

Talking about her narrow escape experience in the Xiangshengyong apartment building, Gao Ming's frankness made Xuanwen a little uncomfortable. The person in front of her seemed not to doubt herself at all and had absolute trust in herself.

Those who can participate in the big screening are all human beings, and most of them have their own pain buried deep in their hearts. The more they hide their true selves, the more serious the backlash will be in this worst future. Because their wounds will be opened by the "Future God" in the most violent way, and everything will be turned into a real scene.

But Gao Ming is a complete exception. He doesn't seem to care about sharing his pain, and will even express all his despair without causing any internal harm to himself.

"I didn't expect you to come in, but I thought this was indeed what you would do." Gao Ming held Xuan Wen's hand. He reconciled with all the dead selves in the past in Xiangshengyong Apartment, and all the memories of death were absorbed. Transformed into a part of him.

Die again and again, come back again and again, and Xuan Wen is there every time. It seems that he and Xuan Wen have not been in contact for a long time, but to Gao Ming at this moment, the two have known each other for several lifetimes, and they have always known each other. Life has been quite exciting.

The disaster is approaching step by step. They have never interacted, but they are partners who live and die together.

Gao Ming knew all of Xuan Wen's habits and all of her thoughts. He was also the closest person to Xuan Wen in the world.

After telling his story, Gao Ming looked at Xuan Wen. There was no urging in his eyes, only worry: "What did you encounter here?"

The initiative that should have been firmly in her hands was taken away by Gao Ming. Xuan Wen felt that she should say something, but the future god seemed to be worried about something. Just as she was about to speak, in the rooms on both sides of the corridor Something changed, and a faint light shone through the crack of the door.

Subconsciously blocking Xuan Wen behind him, Gao Ming looked at the door not far away and gently pushed the door open.

It seemed that someone had conducted a flesh and blood experiment in the living room. The subject of the study was lying on the glass coffee table. His body was almost broken. It was hard to imagine what kind of torture he had suffered.

"Saeki?"

Among all the classmates in Class 13, Saeki and Gao Ming had the same ideals and were admitted to the same university. It was just that Saeki went crazy when he was in school. He was like Gao Ming who had not overcome despair. Sometimes Gao Ming Ming can even see his own shadow in him.

There was blood on his lips, and Saeki's body was in a state of disgrace, but there were no wounds on his face. The experimenter seemed to be observing Saeki's expression and reaction at all times.

"Wang Jie, it's Wang Jie..." A hoarse voice sounded. Every time Saeki opened his mouth, a large amount of blood flowed out. He wanted to grab Gao Ming's arm: "He is looking for you..."

"Wang Jie?"

Looking at the bloody shoe prints on the ground, they were left by the shoes uniformly issued by the Bureau of Investigation.

His roommate of three years betrayed Gao Ming and killed his classmate. Everything seemed to be heading in the worst direction, but Xuan Wen didn't see any emotional fluctuations in Gao Ming.

"Let me help you end your pain." Gao Ming said calmly, his arm strangled Saeki's neck: "You are not crazy because you saw the fantasy, it is precisely because you saw the truth earlier than everyone else, you are alone It’s already been hard after enduring so many terrible things, so leave it to me.”

Before Xuan Wen had time to dissuade him, Saeki's neck had been broken and his head hung upside down on the coffee table. In fact, he still had a lot to say, but he did not expect Gao Ming to "help him" like this.

"Do you want to go find Wang Jie and find out?" Xuan Wen looked at the corpse on the coffee table with some sympathy.

"No need." Gao Ming used the five fingers that had just broken Saeki's neck to hold Xuan Wen's hand again. He turned to look at the clock on the wall: "Just like in Xiang Shengyong's apartment, every room in Changcheng Community also has clocks. Hanging clock."

"The clock will not stop. The flow of time here is much faster than outside. It consumes a lot of money. Soon you will be hungry and want to eat people." Xuan Wen tried to break free, but Gao Ming's grip was very tight.

"Let's go to the next room and have a look." Gao Ming took Xuan Wen's hand and they walked from the third floor to the fifth floor. There were scenes in every room that Gao Ming didn't want to see. There were various signs that Zhang Ding and the others wanted to In order to save themselves, they all entered Changcheng Community, but they were also trapped and might lose their souls at any time.

And that's not the worst thing. In a dark red-styled kitchen on the fifth floor, Gao Ming saw plates of special dishes. Each dish was related to Gao Ming's ghost friends. The people who made the dishes were very... He has taste and style, and he also specially left some marks on Gao Ming.

"Situ An? Has the future god released him? Has the torture chamber been opened?"

Everything Gao Ming least wanted to see seemed to be happening, and a faint smile finally appeared on the corner of Xuan Wen's mouth next to her.

Continue to check, when they walked to a room at the end of the fifth floor, Xuan Wen hesitated a little, and this momentary reaction was captured by Gao Ming, who pretended to open Room 0909 unintentionally.

There was no blood in this room. A black and white portrait of a couple was hung on the wall, and their ashes and tablets were placed on the altar.

"The feng shui of Changcheng Community is special. Those who have money but no place to burn will put the ashes of their elders here, hoping to protect their descendants." Xuan Wen urged: "Such a room is very unlucky. It is prepared for the dead. Let's go quickly."

"But there are obviously people living and cleaning here." Gao Ming looked at the fresh fruit on the altar, and sipped a little incense ash with his hand: "And this couple looks very young, probably in their forties. Calculated, their children are probably not as old as me. Do young people nowadays still believe in these things?"

After lighting three incense sticks, Gao Ming walked around the house, and Xuan Wen did not continue to stop him. She looked at the portrait hanging on the wall, and her eyes were slightly red.

"It seems that this couple had a daughter before." Gao Ming found a photo album on the bed in the bedroom. It seemed that the owner of the house could only fall asleep by holding it.