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A homeless man shouting for help.

Could it be the one the nearby shop owner mentioned?

The homeless man seemed to be very cold. He hunched his back tightly wrapped in dirty and torn clothes and looked at me nervously.

He kept mumbling, "Help, help, help."

The scrawny wild dog clung to his thigh, its eyes gloomy, and it was very wary of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at the homeless man.

"Help, help." The homeless man pointed in the direction of the black mansion.

"Is there someone in that house calling for help?" I guessed.

The homeless man's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, walked towards me excitedly, and stretched out his black hand.

"What?" I took a step back.

"Help, help!" The homeless man said anxiously, pointing at the black mansion.

"You want me to go to the house and rescue people?"

"Help, help!" The homeless man kept nodding, as if he could only say two words, "help," and he would answer any question with these two words.

"How do you know there's someone inside?" I squinted my eyes and used my heavenly eyes to observe the energy.

The homeless man is also surrounded by black and gray gas, and in addition, there is a red gas.

This is a sign of bloody disaster.

"Help, help!" Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, the homeless man reached out anxiously, grabbed my clothes, and dragged me toward the black mansion.

The wild dog then let out a threatening sound from its mouth.

"Okay, I'll come over right away. You let go first." I pulled back my clothes.

The homeless man and his wild dog hurriedly ran ahead.

He only had one shoe, and he limped when he ran. The foot without a shoe seemed to be a little deformed.

Following the homeless man through this abandoned house, the gloomy three-story old foreign-style building caught my eye again.

Different from the daytime, there is a small wind lantern at the door.

There is a white candle in the wind lantern.

The light is dim.

The words "Black Mansion" on the plaque were faintly visible in the darkness.

There were no lights in the house, and the three-story building was dark, giving people a very depressing feeling.

Only the small lamp hanging at the door emitted a dim light in the darkness, as if it was deliberately guiding people.

The carved wrought iron gate opened at some point.

The light leaked in, and the black path snaked to the old door of the small building.

"anyone there?"

I stood cautiously at the door, looked inside, and shouted.

No one answered.

All the windows were closed, it seemed airtight, and no sound came out.

The whole mansion is lifeless, yes, that's how it feels.

"Help, help!" Only the homeless man kept mumbling nervously next to him.

He grabbed the railing with both hands and looked inside impatiently, with nervousness and deep fear in his eyes.

"The door is open. If you want to save someone, why don't you go in?" I looked at the homeless man and asked.

"Help, help." The homeless man shrank back in fear.

"You are really weird."

I shook my head.

Even though I knew there was something wrong inside, I still had to go.

I reached out and pushed the big iron door open a little further.

A creaking sound sounded in the dark and silent environment.

It seemed as if a cold wind was blowing out of the yard.

Holding the black umbrella tightly, I raised my legs and stepped into the black mansion.

The black path is paved with some kind of gravel, and when your shoes step on it, you will make a slight crunching sound.

Except for the path leading to the gate of the small building, the rest of the yard is paved with white gravel.

Despite the dim environment, the contrast between black and white is still so strong.

The white gravel is a bit weird and very clean, without any residue or fallen leaves.

In the corner, the big trees were bare, without a single leaf or...

My eyes narrowed.

No birds roost on it.

This seems to be a place where no living thing should come near.

Stepping on the gravel, I walked quickly towards the heavy and old door of the small building.

A creaking sound slowly sounded behind him.

I glanced back and saw that the big iron gate of the yard was closing automatically.

The homeless man wandered anxiously outside the door, looking at the window from time to time, seeming extremely troubled.

I ignored him and strode to the door.

Boom!

The big iron door slammed shut.

At the same time, there was a rapid barking of dogs at the entrance of the courtyard.

I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked back, I saw a homeless man running in with his dog.

One person and one dog walked along the black path, looking cautious as if they were afraid of the white gravel.

"What are you here for?"

Looking at the slovenly and neurotic homeless man, I had a bad feeling.

"Help, help," the homeless man said.

"I don't care what you do, but don't follow me or get in my way, do you understand?" I frowned at him and said sternly.

The wild dog's skinny body immediately tensed up, staring at me warily, and growled menacingly from its mouth.

The tramp did not answer for help this time, but nodded, and then touched the wild dog's knotted fur to signal it to be quiet.

The wild dog listened to his words and stopped barking immediately, but its eyes were still staring at me defensively.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already past 9pm. Without further delay, I reached out and pushed the door open.

The weather-beaten door was mottled, rough, and heavy. I didn't even push it.

No matter how hard I try, the door still won't budge.

"Help, help." The homeless man came forward, stood next to me, stretched out his black hand, and knocked carefully on the door three times.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a dull knocking sound.

The homeless man only knocked three times before stopping and waiting quietly.

About two seconds later, the heavy door clicked, and a gap opened between the two door leaves.

"Do you know how to open the door? Have you been here before?" I looked at the homeless man in surprise.

The tramp didn't answer, his eyes were complicated.

I looked at him and opened the door.

A rotten smell mixed with dust came to my face.

I shined my flashlight into it.

The entrance is a porch, which can also be called a foyer.

There is a row of old-fashioned cabinets against the wall, with some old-fashioned decorations placed on them.

The walls were originally wallpapered, but they had not been taken care of for a long time, and many places were warped and moldy.

There is a door at the very back that should lead to the living room.

Entering the foyer, the escape room game should officially begin.

But, are the only players are me and the homeless guy?

I looked around the mansion. I'm afraid there aren't many people who would be so naive as to come to a place like this to play an escape room.

I smiled helplessly and stepped through the door.

Tramps followed with wild dogs.

Boom!

The heavy door closed automatically, as if controlled by a mechanism.

The foyer was dark, with only the light of the flashlight shining coldly.

"Help, help," the homeless man whispered, as if to cheer himself up.

From the moment he entered the door, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his eyes looked around in panic and uneasiness, showing great fear.

If you were so scared, why did you come in?

I don't understand his thoughts, and I don't want to interfere. I just need to focus on completing the tasks in the live broadcast room.

I withdrew my gaze and focused on the door leading to the living room.

The door is locked and the key needs to be found first.