Nails on the redwood door

What he saw was a man with tubes inserted into his body. His face was wrapped in bandages, and he couldn't tell what he looked like at all.

Not only is it impossible to tell what this person looks like, but even his skin cannot be seen clearly, because all the exposed skin has rotted away, especially his legs, which have long been deformed.

If you look closely, you can see maggots growing in the flesh and blood on the legs.

The only thing that was certain was that this person was still alive, and the instrument connected to him had a steady pulse.

Zhang Heqian looked at the person on the bed and asked, "Did you two smash it?"

"Get out." Wang Shitou stretched out his hand to tear off the bandage on the face of the person lying on the bed, but no matter how hard he scratched with the knife, the bandage would not open.

Ma Liangchen, who was watching his movements, felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He was not very curious about a stranger, but was instead full of vigilance against the sudden discomfort he felt.

"Let's go, it's almost dawn, we have to go back early."

Wang Shitou, whose hands were covered in blood but who hadn't yet torn off the bandage, had no choice but to give up after hearing what he said. After all, they didn't have much time left, and they had to understand this world as quickly as possible and go back alive.

Shu Yan scratched his watch. The memo read, "On the first night after being released, a stranger was found in the basement at 5:26. Characteristics: body riddled with tubes, face wrapped in bandages, legs deformed, skin rotting."

Qi Jing picked up the backpack left behind by Wang Shitou and the others next to the bandaged man. When he looked up, he saw a necklace with a red rope at the end of the bed of the man with tubes all over his body.

The necklace is very simple, with only a silver pendant shaped like an airplane and no other decorations.

Just as he was about to pick it up for a closer look, Shu Yan, who had already walked to the door, called out to him, "Qi Jing, let's go."

"good."

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, put on his bag and left without looking back. The necklace was left there without anyone taking it.

Qi Jing walked out and walked beside Shu Yan. He walked silently beside Shu Yan.

He looked at the four people in front of him who were laughing and joking, and suddenly felt that it would be nice if he could keep walking like this.

Seeing him walking silently with his bag on his back, Shu Yan raised his hand to take the backpack off him, held it with his right hand, and held his hand with his left hand.

Qi Jing let him do it stiffly, with no change on his face, except that his eyes were brighter and his steps became lighter.

Shu Yan was taller than him, so he had to look up to see him. But Qi Jing didn't dare look at him, afraid that he would ask something. But even if he didn't look, Shu Yan would still ask.

Shu Yan weighed the bag in her hand, lowered her eyes to look at him, and asked in the same tone as usual, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Qi Jing didn't answer, but walked in silence, his breathing becoming heavier.

Seeing him like this, Shu Yan's eyes darkened, the emotions in his eyes were covered, and his voice became much colder after he spoke: "Qi Jing, if I don't mention it, are you planning to not know me?"

Qi Jing's head was buzzing, and he could hear Shu Yan's questioning and the laughter of the people in front of him.

They walked in the same long, dark corridor as before, watching the lights flicker and become dim because of their playful movements.

He said hoarsely: "I didn't."

"You didn't?" Shu Yan said self-deprecatingly, "If you didn't, why didn't you acknowledge me? Why did you only come out to explain when Wang Shitou was forcing Shi Yuncheng to do it?"

"Qi Jing, although I don't have any memories of the past, I know myself. Since I married you, it means we love each other very much. If we love each other so much, why didn't you recognize me when we first met? Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"Qi Jing, don't you want me anymore? Are you going to abandon me? Don't you love me anymore?" He held Qi Jing's hand tightly, afraid that he would break free.

Faced with his questioning, Qi Jing opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he didn't, but he couldn't say anything because that's what he did.

Unable to answer, he wanted to catch up with the four people in front and escape from the low pressure around Shu Yan. When he found that he could not break free from Shu Yan's hand, he fell silent.

In the end, he had no choice but to scratch the back of the big hand that was controlling his right hand with his right hand.

The small movement was gentle, as if it was tickling his heart. His restless heart calmed down at this moment, and he no longer forced Qi Jing to reply to him.

It was just like they were before. At that time, no matter what happened, as long as Qi Jing acted coquettishly, he could easily calm down, and then he would surround him and ask if he wanted to eat something, if he was tired, if he wanted to take a rest, or go out for a trip to relax.

Shu Yan squeezed his hand as a response, then continued to walk forward with a cold face, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This time, the long and dark passage had an end, and at the end was a door, a red wooden door.

The wooden door couldn't be opened because the edges were fixed with nails.

Ma Liangchen reached out and touched the nail. It was longer than his finger and it was impossible for them to pull it out with their bare hands.

So he prepared to take out the pickaxe from his backpack to dig open the wooden door, but when he reached into his backpack, he found that he didn't have the pickaxe at all.

He turned around to look at Shu Yan, opened the backpack in his hand and faced Shu Yan so that he could see that there were no tools in his bag.

The two men walked quickly to the door. Wang Shitou, who was standing behind them, peered at the wooden door. He reached out and touched the nails on the frame, feeling uneasy. "If I remember correctly, these are coffin nails."

Wang Shitou spoke as he touched the nails and knocked on the redwood door: "Tsk, with this redwood door and the dark atmosphere, it feels like we are in a coffin."

Zhang Heqian looked at him in shock, his voice tense: "You... damn it... Boss, quickly chisel it open!!"

Zhang Heqian tightly grasped the arm of Ma Liangchen beside him, looking at the inkstone, wishing he could chisel it himself.

I had finally calmed down after being scared by Ma Liangchen, but now I'm so scared by Wang Shitou that I really want to explode on the spot.

God knows how anxious Zhang Heqian is now. His atheism of more than 20 years has been broken again and again today. He just wants to ask God to let him stay behind Ma Liangchen and Wang Shitou, two people who can't say a good word. He really doesn't want to leave so soon. He is only 25 this year!

He decided that he would ignore these two bastards for an hour. Woo woo woo, how hateful.

Several people stepped back, giving Shu Yan enough space to chisel the door. Wang Shitou put his arm on Qi Jing's body, and tapped his shoulder from time to time with his fingers.

He looked at the inkstone used to chisel the door, and in a trance he returned to the beginning of his relationship with Qi Jing.

He didn't know if he remembered it wrongly, but he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of important things without realizing it.

For example, why did he talk to Qi Jing in the beginning and what did he say.

While he was stunned, Shu Yan had already chiseled the door open. He put the pickaxe into his bag, stepped out, and the light from his watch illuminated the front.

There is a light switch next to the door. With a click, the areas that the watch could not reach can now be seen clearly.

The sound of turning on the light brought Wang Shitou back from his trance. He came back to his senses and elbowed Shi Yuncheng beside him.

What's wrong? He blurted out: "Puppet doll."

Shi Yuncheng stared straight ahead, not turning to look at him. He just asked him blankly, "What doll?"

Wang Shitou did not answer him because he was shocked by the scene before him.

In front of them was a corridor. Unlike the previous corridor which was pitch black, this time there were lights and doors, lots of doors, and there were also many photos on the wall, with people wearing the same clothes as them.

Several people walked out one after another. Ma Liangchen was the last one. He supported Zhang Heqian and took the last step out of the mahogany door. He almost tripped. They walked along the aisle until they reached the end.

Zhang Heqian looked at the photos of various people in front of him and asked in shock, "Holy crap! Are all these people dead? Why are they all hanging on the wall?"

Wang Shitou turned his head and gave him a cold look: "Are you okay? Who said that all the people hanging on the wall are dead?"

Zhang Heqian looked at the photos one by one and pointed to a photo on the wall: "No, look, isn't this the Niu Azi who died in the mud house earlier?"

Looking in the direction he pointed, the person in the photo was indeed Niu Azi, but Qi Jing discovered the person in the photo next to Niu Azi.

"Is this Xiaoxiao?" Qi Jing walked up and looked carefully at the little girl in the photo, and asked in confusion.

Ma Liangchen looked at the faceless little girl in the photo and said speechlessly, "How can you recognize someone with a faceless photo?"

Qi Jing looked at the photo and said calmly, "Skirt."

"This skirt is what Xiaoxiao wore that morning."

Staring at the photo, Qi Jing raised his hand in a trance to touch it, and at that moment, he was suddenly sucked in.

Shu Yan, who was outside the photo, didn't have time to catch him. The moment Qi Jing touched the photo, he instinctively wanted to reach out and grab him, but it was too late. He just barely touched the corner of his clothes.

Zhang Heqian, who was standing behind Qi Jing, opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

He reached out to touch the photo, but no matter how he touched it, it remained there and did not disappear in an instant like Qi Jing.

"Damn, is this thing disposable?" Zhang Heqian wanted to take the photo off, but no matter what he did, he couldn't take it off. It was as if the photo was welded to it.

Shu Yan clenched his fists, and was so angry that he wanted to punch himself to death.

Just as a few people were whispering about the photo, Qi Jing suddenly appeared behind him, almost scaring Zhang He out of all his money.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost!"

If Zhang Heqian hadn't been in good health, he would have fainted long ago. The frightened Zhang Heqian ran straight into the wall, and coincidentally knocked down the photo that he had been trying to get down.

Wang Shitou, who was standing by, picked up the photo, wiped it, and handed it to Qi Jing, asking him, "It's only been a few minutes. What have I done for you?"

Qi Jing stepped forward and put the photo back after Zhang Heqian gave in. He looked at the photo as if he had not recovered yet. Several people were not in a hurry and waited for him to look at it until he came to his senses.

Shu Yan quietly held his hand, but Qi Jing did not respond to him. He just coldly described what happened after he was sucked in.