A great philosopher once said that the road to heaven is locked, and the door to hell is open.

Jiao Kaishen agreed, but he had to bite the bullet and step into the gloomy door of the building.

"Do you think the building is so rustling?" Jiao Kai was suspicious. From the beginning of stepping into the corridor, he felt that in a dark corner of the corridor, his eyes were peeking at him, and his spine became cold.

"It's raining outside, and it's normal for the corridor to get cold." Xue Fei disagreed.

Deng Bin touched the twisted scar on the back of his hand, and the granular goose bumps floating around his skin, which reminded him that the temperature here was indeed colder than outside.

However, Deng Bin didn't think much about it, only thought it was because of the moisture reflux of the wooden floor. What he cared more was that there was an indescribable smell in the air.

It's like a stinking smell coming out of the ditch, but it's mixed with some other smells, not the rotten smell of the corpse, but it's hard to describe.

The taste was very light, and Deng Bin judged that he should have floated down the stairs from the upstairs.

"You said the body you saw is on the third floor, right?" Deng Bin asked in a low voice, "That novelist and you live on the third floor, right?"

Jiao Kai nodded with his neck shrinking.

"Go upstairs first." Deng Bin did not hesitate and rushed straight upstairs.

Jiao Kai followed behind, and every step he took, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and countless terrifying scenes appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

The familiar corridor is extremely tortuous and unfamiliar in the dark, as if there is a perverted murderer hidden in any corner. The next second, he will suddenly pounce on his throat.

The scene of the tragic death of the corpse is still in my mind, and there seems to be a bloody smell of stench in my breath.

The stomach and intestines were rolling and squirming and wanted to vomit out from his throat. Too fear made his body feel strongly discomfort. He looked up at the winding stairs, his feet were heavy, accidentally hitting the edge of the stairs, and kicked a round bead.

"Human eyes?!" Jiao Kai lowered his head and was shocked.

Xue Fei picked it up, turned on the flashlight and shone it under the strong light to observe. Although the pattern embedded inside looked a little vivid, it was not human eyes, and the material was like inorganic synthetic glass.

As a professional police officer, Xue Fei could not recognize the wrong eyes. He calmly said: "You read it wrong. It's just a glass marble. It's probably lost by the kid in the building."

As he spoke, Xue Fei put the glass beads into his pocket.

Deng Bin walked upstairs, and Xue Fei pushed Jiao Kai from behind and followed.

Turning around the corner of the stairs on the second floor, the smell in the air suddenly became rich. When you climb to the third floor, the smell in the air reached its peak.

It's a mess!

The wooden boxes that were kicked, plastic bags scattered all over the floor, colorful paint that was splashed on the walls, and broken beer slags, these combinations reflected under the dim corridor lights... suddenly broke into the eyes of the three without any warning, firmly occupying the three pairs of neat trembling and shrinking eyes.

It is obviously simple and common, but it is combined to create a breathtaking spatial confusion!

Rare, rough, chaotic, dark, and hysterical, like three-dimensional abstract drawings, destroying and tearing the brain nerves connected to the retina.

If Jiao Kai and Xue Fei felt a pure chaos and depression, which caused the impact of the visual senses and the trembling of the cerebral cortex, then Deng Bin also felt an extra layer, a beauty wrapped in chaos, withering and peeling off, but withering and dislocation!

It was like under the beautiful sugar-coated sugar, the candy inside had been quietly stolen. No matter how real the disguised it was, it filled the weight of dissatisfaction.

"Yes, something was peeled off from the painting!" Deng Bin suddenly grabbed Jiao Kai's shoulder and asked in a hoarse voice, "Corpsy, is the corpse you saw right here?"

Deng Bin pointed to the broken box and gestured a human figure in the air with his fingers.

Jiao Kai looked over in a daze. The picture in his mind seemed to overlap with Deng Bin's fingers, and the terrible corpse appeared in front of him again.

"vomit!"

Jiao Kai lowered his head and vomited, and hops and paste food sprayed all over the floor.

Deng Bin didn't need Jiao Kai's answer anymore. The pickled veins he vomited out already explained everything.

Xue Fei's face also became solemn. He walked over and touched the wet and sticky paint on the wall, "So, are you using paint to cover up the splattered blood?"

"Maybe, but no body was seen." Deng Bin squatted down and dug out some solidified fragments from the cracks in the wooden floor around the box.

He crushed it little by little with his fingers, observing the color of precipitation, which was not very similar to the color after blood coagulation.

"And this painting is so eye-catching, it's like deliberately attracting me to think about it, reminding me that there is a corpse here." Deng Bin frowned, "It's so weird, full of absurdity that it's so clear, and it doesn't make sense."

Which criminal would use such a conspicuous way to hide the body?!

This is exactly the same as the murderer forcing witnesses to report the case!

"The brain circuit of a novelist cannot be so abnormal." Deng Bin still felt that there was a huge problem in the middle and could not be justified.

He looked at Jiao Kai suspiciously. This man's behavior was not like he was lying; but the scene in the corridor in front of him was full of deliberate arrangement, which was difficult to attribute to his simple thoughts.

"Which room did the novelist you mentioned live in?" Xue Fei interrupted.

Jiao Kai vomited cleans the sour water in his stomach, and hunched his waist and turned to the side of the corridor: "The room at the innermost corner should be 313!"

Deng Bin winked at Xue Fei, Xue Fei looked at Jiao Kai in place, and Deng Bin tiptoed towards the inside alone.

He stopped at the door of 313.

The wooden door behind the security door had several holes rotten. It seemed that it was a new injury. The living room was pitch black, and there was light coming out from the crack of the closed bedroom door, and there was a crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.

"I murdered people, let the witnesses go, and then I didn't run away, just stayed at home to type on the keyboard. What is this?" Deng Bin was completely confused.

He pricked his ears and eavesdropped for a while, and could vaguely hear a few vague words coming from the bedroom.

He identified several of the words, namely "personality", "focus", "modification", and "favorability", as if he was talking about the plot of the novel.

But there was only one man's voice from beginning to end, so... was he talking to a corpse?

Deng Bin squeezed his frown and quietly returned to the same road.

In the bedroom.

Chen Chao rubbed his sore temples, sat on the side, staring at him strangely after being released from the small dark room, and pretending to be deaf and dumb throughout the whole process, and said speechlessly: "The description here is based on you as the protagonist, what do you think?"

Xia Nannan was silent.

"Okay, you can watch yourself calmly for a while. I'll go to entertain a few headless flies outside, like a wandering guest."
Chapter completed!