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After meeting Zhu Li and the doctor, I had a bad impression of the tenants of the pig cage apartment. In my opinion, they were all a group of patients, a group of lunatics who were outside the normal social system.

Treating themselves like pigs and eating each other's kind, their psychology has been completely abnormal. The anchor living in such an environment is likely to be affected to a certain extent, and his way of thinking is probably different from ordinary people.

"The anchor I met at Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital was tall and thin, with a cold temperament, but his words were very rational. That person gave me the feeling that he was incompatible with Red Mansion..." Thinking of this, I frowned.

In addition to the betrayer and the anchor I met, there are other anchors in the underworld show, such as the dangerous man who goes by the codename The Butcher and specializes in hunting down show anchors.

The butcher's character and work style are very similar to those of the tenants of the Red Mansion. They are brutal and bloody. They regard killing as relief and give it noble reasons. Their beliefs are twisted and their hearts are sick.

"What if before my live broadcast started, the person who answered my call for help was not the anchor in black, but the butcher..." I shuddered and didn't dare to continue thinking. I wonder if it was because I wasn't wearing a coat. I suddenly felt very cold, and a chill filled my lungs, as if it was going to freeze me.

I only know that the anchor I met at Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital lives in Jinghai City, but I am not sure whether the butcher also lives in Jinghai City!

"Both of them are anchors in Jinghai City?" Now that I think about it, there is indeed such a possibility. When I called the helpline, there was a completely unfamiliar voice on the other side of the phone (see Chapter 699 for details).

At that time, I thought that the other person had the same concerns as me, so I used a falsetto voice. It seemed that I was being sentimental and putting my own dangerous situation into the other person's role.

Drowning people will always instinctively grab everything on the shore. It is this strong desire to survive that caused loopholes in my thinking.

"It's not good." I have never met Butcher, but it is an indisputable fact that he hunts other anchors.

"I was impulsive. I came to a completely unfamiliar city and rushed in without knowing anything clearly. If my call for help was really to the butcher, then he must have been hunting in the red building. Prepare to kill me." I sighed, and my situation became even worse: "It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that can't be avoided. I hope I worry too much."

I lowered my head and looked at the live broadcast room. I saw that the hypnosis masters Fantasy and Socrates were still having a heated debate on the paradox of Socrates. The two people's barrages filled the screen. Occasionally, friends who would interrupt would be quickly deleted.

I don’t know where Master Tianxin went. I estimated the time and felt that I could no longer stay here.

"Now I am very passive and know little about the Red Mansion. If I want to break the situation, I must turn my passivity into an initiative and blindly avoid it. I am just dying slowly." I slowly opened the door of the utility room. The corridor was pitch black and I could only faintly Yueyue saw a series of closed doors.

"It's quiet down..." When I first hid in the utility room, the sound of heads hitting the door was everywhere in the red building, which made people panic.

Walking out of the utility room, I pressed my body against the wall, trying to determine my position: "I was so frightened by that thing that I couldn't choose my way out. I should have run to the third or fourth unit."

Infuriated, I used my judgment eye to penetrate the darkness and looked at the rental house in the corridor from a distance. The door number on it was covered by something similar to red paint.

"It should be okay to go and have a look." I cautiously approached the rental house. Before I could reach it, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from the corridor.

"Crunch..."

The iron door of the rental house not far from me made a soft sound, and the rusty door opened outwards.

"Unlocked?" It has been a long time since I entered the Red Building. Regardless of whether the rooms here are occupied or not, at least the iron door outside is closed. This is the first time I have seen such a half-open door.

When I got closer, I wanted to wipe off the paint on the door number to see which unit it was, but as soon as my hand touched the red mark, I was stunned.

"Hard scab? How does it feel like blood is coagulated?" It takes a lot of effort to peel off the paint, but blood stains are different. They will break off in pieces as soon as you dig them in with your fingernails.

"It was left a long time ago. It seems that the lives buried in this building are far from just a few." You can find blood stains at any house number. It is hard to imagine that there are so many living people living in such a place.

"Unit 371." I wrote down the house number and was about to leave. Just as I turned around, the iron door moved outward again.

The sound of the door shaft turning was a bit harsh in the silent corridor.

"There was no wind blowing just now. Why is this door moving by itself? Is there anyone in the house?" The door number was stained with blood, and this house was the only rental house that was not locked. Something might have happened inside.

I hesitated for a moment, raised the show phone, and opened the iron door.

You can only see it clearly when you are close. The red color on the wooden door inside is very uneven, one color is dark and the other is light.

I grabbed the door handle and smelled a faint smell of blood before I even got close to it.

I don't know how many months have passed, but the smell of blood on the door panel is still very clear.

"It's paint on the inside, and there's a layer of plasma on the outside." I took a photo with my mobile phone and saw that the coagulated blood on the door was divided very regularly, as if someone had specially poured it on it.

"Could this also be Zhu Li's art work?" In the eyes of that lunatic, anything can be used as a carrier of art, and he never sticks to form.

The lock of the wooden door was broken, and there were still traces of prying, and there were still scratches of living people's fingernails near the lock cylinder.

"Looking from this direction, it seems that someone didn't want to be forced into the house and grabbed the door lock by force, so there were scratches outside." Seeing this, I didn't understand why that person was afraid of being thrown Enter this rental house? The scratches were very deep. He or she must have resisted desperately, almost desperately struggling.

Curious in my heart, I pushed open the wooden door without thinking too much.

The faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of decay and mold hit my face, and my eyes were slightly fascinated. When the wooden door was fully opened, I was completely stunned.

Red floor, red living room, red roof, red furniture and wall coverings...

Blood!

The whole room was smeared with blood!

This place was like a demon's lair, with blood filling his eyes and solidifying in every part of the house.

"Was there some kind of ceremony held here?" I was horrified. In my impression, even the most insane cultists would not do such ridiculous and crazy things.

Dirty bloodstains were everywhere, and every bloodstain seemed to tell the story of something unfortunate that had happened in this room.

I stood at the door, not even daring to enter the house, because even my feet were covered in blood, which was shocking!

After a few seconds, I calmed down, covered my mouth and nose, and took a step toward the house.

I don’t know how much blood has accumulated on the ground, and I don’t know how many lives are buried here. The cement floor is completely covered, and the shoes step on the solidified blood scab, making a harsh and frightening sound.

Walking inside, the internal structure of the house is roughly the same as that of other rental houses, except that the wall between the kitchen and living room has been removed and connected together, and a huge sign has been replaced where the wall originally was.

The most ironic thing is that there are three words written on it - Slaughterhouse!

The words are very beautiful and the description is very apt, but this place is obviously an apartment building where living people live, but it is labeled with these three words.

"Treat people as pigs? Or is it someone using pig ideas to deal with people?" All living beings are equal. This is the biggest joke and irony, especially after I saw the scene in front of me, whether it is for people or for people. For pigs, equality does not exist. Perhaps this is also the reason why everything in the world is divided into six realms. From the time you are born, you are destined to be high and low. This is in line with the rules. Once you violate the rules, things like this will happen. scene.

Slaughterhouse, I already knew what was being slaughtered after smelling the blood, but I still didn't want to believe that it took more than just a few people to cover the room full of blood.

My breathing became a little heavy. Jinghai City is a first-tier city with a developed economy and a floating population of over ten million. The occasional disappearance of one or two people is just a small wave in the ocean.

"Red Mansion, this red color is so dazzling."

The names of the slaughterhouse and the pig cage apartment match very well. I clenched my fingers unconsciously: "Of course there will be butchers in the slaughterhouse. Is my guess true?"

The blood stains in the house have dried up and were left a few months ago, and there is still a thick layer of dust on the surface.

I forced myself to calm down, stood in this bloody room, slowly squatted down, and scanned the ground with my critical eyes.

The murderer committed the murder in the house, and blood was flowing everywhere, which is likely to leave clues about the murderer.

"There are no fingerprints or shoe prints. The other party is very professional. After killing, he deliberately wiped everything with blood." This is no longer a simple murder, but a complete psychological abnormality. He is enjoying the process of killing and treating it as a crime. Part of the art, as evidenced by the very even application of blood.

Because it would take a lot of time to smear every corner of the room with blood, and it would be impossible for a normal person to stay in such a bloody room for a long time.

"Treat killing as an art..." I raised my eyebrows and suddenly turned my head to look at the huge sign. The word "slaughterhouse" completely explained this room. Its existence was like naming a work!

"Could everything in this room be decorated by Zhu Li? Is No. 371 in Unit 3 one of his works?" I stood in the blood, thinking about another question.

When I first met Zhu Li, I found that his body shape was different from that of the anchor at the Cancer Research Hospital, so I removed him from the anchor candidates.

But if the person living in the pig cage apartment is not the anchor from the Cancer Research Hospital, but a butcher I have never met, then Zhu Li has a big problem.