Strange talk live room

The door closes.

The foyer is sealed and dark.

The sounds of the city are cut off.

It's so quiet here that I can clearly hear the homeless man's breathing.

The wooden door leading from the foyer to the living room has a hollow pattern. When you shine a flashlight through it, fragments of light pass through the gaps and sprinkle dots in the living room.

The living room is huge.

This dim light was not enough to see the whole living room clearly. Only some furniture covered by white cloth could be seen, revealing various outlines in the darkness.

There is an inexplicable feeling of horror.

After looking at it for a few times, I looked away and focused on the door lock.

Since it is an escape room, if you want to enter the next space, you must first solve the puzzle of this level and get the keys and clues.

This is an old-fashioned copper lock, like a small rectangular box hanging on the carved wooden door.

I took out a small iron wire from my pocket and tried it. This kind of copper lock seemed simple, but in fact the lock core was very complicated, and I couldn't open it with my little skills.

Just keep looking for the key.

I glanced at the time.

It's almost 10pm.

I have more than two hours, no need to rush.

The homeless man squatted half-crouched, holding a wild dog that was as skinny as himself, looking around anxiously.

The look on his face was as if something terrifying would jump out at any minute.

I also felt a little nervous.

I turned on the flashlight and looked around.

The cold white light moved inch by inch in the darkness.

The foyer is not large and has few furniture.

There was a wooden cabinet placed against the wall, with some old decorations scattered on it.

The environment seems simple.

However, there are so many places where small items like keys can be hidden.

I originally wanted to start the live broadcast after entering the mansion, but I didn't expect that the homeless man ran in with a wild dog.

Even though he seems to be out of his mind, I don't want to start the live broadcast in front of him.

Coming to a place like this, who knows if his madness is just an act?

Therefore, I plan to find an opportunity to get rid of him after entering the living room, and then start the live broadcast.

I carefully observed the overall situation in the hall and walked to the cabinet first.

The cabinet is made of solid wood, and the black paint is mottled off, revealing the wood-colored interior.

It's like injured skin showing flesh.

However, the cabinet was covered with thick dust and exuded a gloomy and decayed atmosphere.

The cabinet is divided into two floors, with a grid on top, which holds old or even broken decorations.

Below is the cabinet with doors.

I first rummaged through all the decorative items on the shelf, turning the vases upside down one by one - bang -

Since the first two vases were empty, I was defenseless.

From the blue and white porcelain-style vase in his hand, a ball of thick black blood was poured out, and it fell to the ground with a splash, and blood splattered everywhere.

A rotten stench suddenly filled the hall.

Stomach acid surged, and I immediately put down the vase, instinctively covering my nose and taking a few steps back.

The homeless man was so frightened that his breathing became rapid.

The wild dog stood in front of him, whining threateningly at the thick mass of blood.

I waited for my nose to get used to the stench, and then I shined the flashlight over it.

There seemed to be white bones sandwiched in the black pus and blood.

I squinted my eyes and finally saw clearly.

It was a human hand.

The finger bones are slender, maybe its owner is a woman.

Who would put their hands in a vase?

It is not difficult to imagine that this hand was cut off and stuffed into the vase on purpose.

Really perverted!

I immediately remembered the mansion owner that Granny Ge said loved to abuse his maids and concubines.

The introduction to Black Mansion says that the secret room is based on the real story of the mansion, which seems to be true.

I paused, took out a mask and put it on. I endured the stench and got close to the bloody blood, and took a close look at the skeletal palm.

These are real human bones, not props!

My brows couldn't help but jump.

"Ahhhh."

The homeless man suddenly screamed in fear, which startled me.

"Hey, why are you so surprised?"

I raised my head in dissatisfaction and saw the homeless man pointing fearfully at the carved door leading to the living room, shouting for help again.

Wild dogs also barked.

Suddenly, the hall was noisy.

I shined my flashlight towards the door.

There seemed to be a white shadow, flashing past.

I immediately ran to the door and shined my flashlight over it.

The light passed through the carved hollows and fell scatteredly on the living room.

All that can be seen is the furniture covered with white cloth.

The white shadow disappeared.

"What did you see?" I turned around and asked the homeless man.

The homeless man's lips were trembling with skin and white skin, and his eyes seemed to fall out. He pointed his black finger at the door, but he couldn't speak.

The wild dog calmed down and stared dimly behind me.

"Forget it, asking is in vain."

No matter what is on the other side of the door, you need to find the key to go and investigate.

I shook my head, and as soon as I lifted my feet, I suddenly felt a little cold on the back of my neck.

It's like a cold finger gently scratching my skin.

My body froze.

Suddenly I understood why the homeless man was speechless.

There's something behind me!

The hair on my head stood up.

I remained calm, took a breath, held the black umbrella tightly and turned around suddenly.

A bloody face flashed behind the hollow patterns.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

I didn't look much and took two steps back away from the carved wooden door.

There's something dirty over there, so be careful when you open the door later.

To me, this little scare was just childish. I quickly adjusted my mood and went back to the cabinet to continue looking for the key.

I went through all the decorations and was extra careful when turning the vase upside down.

Fortunately, nothing shocking was revealed anymore.

Otherwise, there is nothing noteworthy about the decorations, except for a circular embroidery.

In the round wooden frame, on the yellowed silk cloth, is a bird standing on a branch.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, the petals are tender, the birds are cute and agile, and their feathers are distinct and lifelike.

It can be seen that the embroidery master's embroidery skills are excellent.

But the bird's eyes were empty, and the whole embroidery suddenly lost its charm.

The round wooden frame is like a cage, trapping the fluttering birds.

Caged bird.

Is it a metaphor for the women in the mansion?

It suddenly occurred to me that the big bare trees in the yard seemed to be peach trees.

This embroidery has nothing to do with the key, but is related to the woman in the mansion. It may be useful later. I took my mobile phone and took a photo of the embroidery.

Then, continue looking for the key.

Kneel down and open the cabinet door below.

The items inside surprised me.

I originally thought it was something like shoes, but unexpectedly, it was a pair of old iron shackles.

The rusty shackles were still stained with dried and black blood.