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The baby cries intermittently.

But on the silent third floor, it seemed particularly clear.

Qi Qi stood up with a whoosh, staring at the door with her deep eyes, her face looking cold and scary.

The door panel shook slightly.

It seemed as if a pair of nails were scratching, making a heart-wrenching rustling sound.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Great Painter in July, you seem to have a guest here. In order not to delay the reception time, please take out the painting of the soul first."

"You want the soul painting so much? Well, you can survive first." Qi Qi sneered.

With a wave of his hand, the candle went out.

The whole room was plunged into darkness.

swish swish——

Darkness amplifies hearing.

The sound of your nails scratching becomes more and more shrill, as if it's right next to your ears, scratching your scalp.

Coldness spreads in the air.

I turn on the flashlight.

A dim light came on.

The opposite side of the long table was empty except for one chair standing quietly.

July has disappeared.

The flashlight moved and fell on the trembling door panel.

swish swish——

swish swish——

In addition to the sound of fingernails scratching hard, it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing.

I paused slightly and strode over.

Just arrived at the door.

All the strange sounds suddenly disappeared.

The door panel was silent like a closed mouth.

I frowned slightly, my body tensed up, I held the flashlight in front of my chest and grabbed the door handle with my other hand.

Pull hard.

Squeak——

The air surged and the door flew open.

It's brightly lit outside.

The food on the table still exudes a sweet fragrance.

Mr. Guo and Hu Chenhua sat on chairs with their backs to me.

The hands are constantly moving.

It seems to be cutting a steak.

I glanced down.

There were several shallow blood stains on the lower right corner of the door panel.

"Did you hear anything?" I didn't turn off the flashlight and slowly walked towards them.

The two men's movements did not stop.

No one answered me either.

The sound of the knife slicing across the plate was very uncomfortable.

"Hello!"

"Are you still the same person?"

I stopped behind the two.

Mr. Guo suddenly stopped moving.

I turned my head and saw that his fingers holding the knife and fork were covered in blood.

Is he scratching at the door?

Hu Chenhua was still stuffing food into his mouth, making loud squeaking sounds, and——

snore.

Has he turned into a pig again?

I'm going to go around to the front of the two of them.

As soon as his footsteps moved, Mr. Guo's body suddenly began to tremble violently.

What's the fuss about again?

I walked to the opposite side of the dining table and could finally see their faces clearly.

Hu Chenhua didn't change into a pig, he was still the same as before, but it was as if he hadn't eaten for days and nights.

He kept grabbing food with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.

Mouth and face are greasy.

And Mr. Guo.

There was a steak cut in half on the plate in front of him.

The bloody fingers holding the knife and fork were also trembling along with the body.

The knife and fork collided together, making a slight clanking sound.

The old face was tense and expressionless.

But his eyes were filled with extreme fear.

His eyes stared at me and kept rolling upwards.

Why do you see me looking like a ghost?

I turned around.

There is nothing behind it.

I frowned.

Suddenly, I felt a chill passing through my head.

I instantly understood Mr. Guo’s intention.

Taking two steps back, I looked up sharply.

I saw a dark thing sitting on top of the chandelier.

Haven't had time to see clearly yet.

Whoosh.

The thing jumped down, crawled over the wall, and quickly jumped into the darkness.

It's too fast to catch up.

The chandelier swayed twice and suddenly fell downwards.

Mr. Guo's eyes seemed to burst out, and the fear in his eyes reached its peak.

I climbed over the dining table in one step, grabbed the chairs where Mr. Guo and Hu Chenhua were sitting, and pulled them forward with all my strength.

boom!

The chandelier hit the dining table hard.

Sparks flew.

It flashed for a few times and then suddenly went out.

Fortunately, my flashlight was left on the floor aside.

There is also dim light illumination so that nothing can be seen.

Mr. Guo and Hu Chen fell to the ground.

I threw away the chair, walked to the side, picked up the flashlight, and shined it on them.

The two seemed to faint.

His face looked even paler under the flashlight light.

However, he is still breathing and there is no immediate danger to his life.

I took out two amulets from the Qiankun bag and stuffed them into their pockets.

"There's only so much that can help you."

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

Stand up and look around.

I went back to the small room inside and checked it out again.

July has indeed disappeared and is no longer here.

When the candlelight went out, the door was not opened. Where could he run?

Did he go to another room through some mechanism?

I groped on the wall for a while, but to no avail.

But as long as he is in the gallery, I can always find him.

Leaving the small room, I ran out of the restaurant.

He walked through the dark corridor with a flashlight and returned to the small hall.

The blank painting hanging on the wall is still there.

I walked over, took off the painting and put it into the Qiankun bag.

Although I also know that this painting is unlikely to be a painting of souls.

But be afraid of anything unexpected.

I would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go.

There is no one here in the small hall.

I went to the corridor on the right and there were only two empty rooms.

No abnormalities were found.

The black thing was nowhere to be found.

I'm going to go downstairs to see how Mei Ruoqi and the others are doing.

The stairs are dark.

The silence downstairs gave me an ominous premonition.

The heating seemed to have stopped.

The entire gallery was eerily cold.

I walked up the creaking solid wood stairs to the second floor.

It was pitch black.

The wall lamp went out.

I walked to the wall and found the switch.

Snap.

A faint light came on.

The painting on the wall is still there, but——

What resembled a baby embryo in the painting was missing, leaving only a blank piece of paper in the frame.

Fantasy becomes reality? !

Is that dark thing that appeared on the third floor the content of the painting?

in the case of.

Then the bride downstairs also

My brows twitched.

Turn around and run down the stairs quickly.

First floor.

It was also pitch black.

I went straight to where the paintings were hung.

really.

The frame is still there.

But there was only a blank piece of paper left inside.

In the painting, the woman wearing a black umbrella and a red dress is missing!

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Who happened?

The flashlight quickly swept around.

Blood!

The flashlight was shined in the direction of the blood stain.

At the gate, there was a man lying in a pool of blood.

I ran over.

The man's suit was soaked in blood.

It was Zeng Yuanxin who came to buy paintings.

Sure enough he did.

"Cough cough cough!"

Zeng Yuanxin's body suddenly moved and he coughed violently.

not dead?

I was stunned.

He took a step back and stared at him warily.

Zeng Yuanxin coughed up a lot of blood, and the fishy smell in the air became stronger.

"Help!"

"Help!"

He spoke hoarsely and stretched out his bloody hand towards me.

"Zeng Yuanxin, what happened?" I just stood there and looked at him.

"Yes, yes." Zeng Yuanxin's eyes widened.

The blood seemed to stain his pupils red.

"Yes, yes."

His grasping hand moved upward, leaving only one finger pointing behind me.