89 Sacrifice Corridor 3 || Strange Room

This community is relatively small. It is composed of eight residential buildings tightly surrounded, forming a relatively closed residential area.

There is a small square in the center with a spacious open space. The ground is paved with flat bricks and stones, surrounded by green trees and flower beds. There are also some stone pillars on the open space for people to cool off.

Every building inside has a strong atmosphere of life, with colorful sheets drying on the balconies.

We strode across the square, easily found Unit 5, and went up the stairs to the fifth floor.

At the door of 502, there was a shabby honeycomb coal stove with a simple iron pot on it. Opposite the stove was a medium-sized laundry sink. Yan Shuang and Jing Ning pushed open the door to check.

The room is not big and you can see through it at a glance. The cement floor is painted dark red and there are obvious signs of people living there. The previous owner of this house must have children. There are graffiti left by children on the wall. There is a simple little wooden bed, and the bed is very low.

There is nothing else.

Tian Yiyi and Xu Yaoyu's room was next door. As soon as they opened the door, they were choked by the smell of cheap perfume.

The room was tidy and its layout was similar to Yan Shuang's room, except that there was an exquisite dressing table filled with cosmetics and a few strands of long hair on the comb. The previous owner of this room was a woman.

The other two rooms were occupied by four new people, and the layout of the four rooms on the fifth floor was the same.

Several people quickly came down from the fifth floor and saw that Lin Haichen and others had finished checking the fourth floor and were standing at the stairs.

"Did you find anything?" Yan Shuang asked.

Ye Jingan shook his head. "It's just a normal old house. We took a quick look and found only a few daily necessities left inside. Nothing special."

Lin Haichen took over the conversation, "There should be an elderly couple living in our room. There is a pair of reading glasses on the coffee table, and a photo of them is pressed under the glass."

"That house." He pointed to the third closed door. "It should be the original resident of this building. There are people inside, and there is household garbage in the trash can outside."

"Aren't the other two people who live on the seventh floor coming down yet?" Yan Shuang recalled the names on the list. He remembered clearly that there were only two boys living alone on the seventh floor.

Everyone shook their heads, not knowing where the two men had gone.

"I'll go up and take a look." Yan Shuang simply said, then turned around and ran upstairs, not for anything else, but just to see if there were any clues in the room upstairs where he lived alone.

As soon as I reached the seventh floor, a wave of heat hit me in the face. The temperature here was obviously several degrees higher than that downstairs. Perhaps because it was closer to the sun, the air became extremely stuffy, making it difficult to breathe.

The door of Room 704 was not closed, and two people inside were sitting very upright on the edge of the bed.

Yan Shuang knocked on the door with a wedding character on it. The two boys looked at the door in horror. After seeing who was coming, they fled the room as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Is your room the same..." The man who spoke was thin and frail, with pale and dull skin and unremarkable facial features. He was wearing a washed-out plaid shirt. He looked like a faded background board and would be instantly forgotten in the crowd.

Yan Shuang remembered that man's name was Zhao Qifan.

"Is there something wrong?" Yan Shuang saw the wedding character pasted on the door, which had not faded yet, and guessed in her heart that the owner of this house must have just gotten married.

Zhao Qifan stammered, "Why don't you go in and take a look."

Yan Shuang was about to go in when he suddenly thought of something. He retracted his foot and did not move rashly. He asked the two people blocking the door to stand behind him.

He just glanced around the room, and as expected, there were wedding characters of all sizes pasted everywhere in the room, a brand new bright red quilt was placed on the bed, and a large ribbon flower was hung on the ceiling.

This is like the opening of a horror movie, with danger lurking beneath the joy.

He soon understood why the two people had such a reaction. There was a high platform in the depression of the wall directly opposite the bed. From the position of the door, the view was blocked and it was easy to overlook it if you didn't look carefully.

Yan Shuang moved his feet so that he could see more clearly.

On the high brocade platform was placed a pair of unlit wedding candles. In the middle of the candles was a porcelain bowl filled with rice, with four incense sticks standing in the rice.

Yan Shuang knew the saying "three for gods and four for ghosts". Generally, 1 to 3 incense sticks are enough. People who are particular will burn four sticks. That's because one of them is the guardian incense. However, the way of inserting them is different from the way you see them now, and they are not inserted in a row at the same time.

The weird things seem to make sense in an already scary game.

There was an ordinary photo frame hanging above, and the refraction of light made it impossible to see the contents of the photo clearly. Apart from these things, there was nothing else in the room.

"What's hanging in the photo frame above?" Yan Shuang asked.

"The photo in this room is weird because of the photo." Zhao Qifan's features twisted together. "It's like a mirror. The person who took that photo was standing right where the photo was hung, looking down."

This surprised Yan Shuang, and his expression darkened. He had initially assumed the image hanging on the wall must be a portrait of a person, or at least a ghost. Who would pay tribute to an ordinary photo of a room?

"Can we move to another room?" another boy asked.

"Probably not. You've already signed and confirmed it." Yan Shuang said, "Let's go down and discuss it first."

The man felt a little disappointed and thought he was unlucky, so he followed Yan Shuang down to the fourth floor.

Lin Haichen and Tian Yiyi were checking the items in each room. Jing Ning stood aside. When Yan Shuang came down, her eyes met his. She moved her slender fingers gently, wiping the sweat off his cheek without any disdain. She said calmly, "What did 704 find?"

No one knows him better than Jingning.

The temperature on the fourth floor was much cooler, and there was a slight breeze.

The two newcomers quickly integrated into the group.

Yan Shuang didn't disturb anyone else here. She whispered to Jing Ning about the strange phenomenon in Room 704. The more she talked, the more uneasy she felt.

Jing Ning sat lazily on the steps without saying a word. Yan Shuang knew he was lost in thought, so he didn't interrupt him and sat beside him. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Interesting. Perhaps this is a hint from the game."

"Hmm?" Yan Shuang said, "Here's what I'm thinking. Could it be that there's no one in that photo right now because it's not the right time yet? Or maybe it needs an opportunity. After all, those incense sticks wouldn't be placed there for no reason."

"Who could it be? The owner of that room? So the owners of these rooms are all dead?"

"Almost exactly," Jing Ning continued, "and this time the game directly assigned us rooms, rather than the players choosing them themselves."