If the environment on the first floor is similar to the dilapidated and dim evening dormitory, then the second floor is completely a gloomy and terrifying early morning ward!

Cold, everywhere, cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow! This is the deepest feeling after Chen Chong came up.

There is no light on the second floor, and the eyes are pitch black. Even if you use "to stretch out your hand and not see your five fingers" to describe it, it is a little short of it. It seems that this kind of blackness can not only swallow the sight, but also swallow the senses, which makes people feel upset!

It's like you clearly look at your hands, but it doesn't move at all.

Struggle and torture.

Holding the flashlight to look deeper, I found that the second floor was extremely clean. Whether it was the wooden floor, walls or ceiling, it was refracting light, just like someone was cleaning every day.

Too inconsistent.

The cold wind whistled out from each room, then continued to gather in the corridor, rushing towards the entrance of the corridor, and while the corners of the clothes were roaring, the smell of sour mixed with sour radishes became stronger.

Chen Chong subconsciously covered his mouth and nose to avoid feeling chest tightness and exhaustion due to sucking too much.

Looking behind me, the stairs could continue to move upwards, but the corner leading to the third floor was filled with iron stools. They were not neatly arranged, but stacked together randomly. They couldn't tell which legs belonged to which stool. They only knew that they completely blocked the entire corridor. Just one glance gave people an unbreakable feeling.

Of course, if it took half a day, he would still be confident that he could slowly split this "wall", but what is the meaning of doing so?

"The Doom Mission only stipulates one hour, which obviously excludes the scope above the second floor."

Retract your gaze and move your foot deep into the corridor.

The wooden floor is old. When Chen Chong stepped on it, he obviously felt his body sinking slightly. When he lifted and stepped on it, the wooden board would make an overwhelmed "crunch" sound, slowly echoing forward, and then... it was passed back.

At first glance, it sounds like many people nearby imitating their own steps, which is extremely strange.

Chen Chong knew that this was because of the narrow space on the second floor and the closed environment. However, in such a quiet space, all sounds would be infinitely amplified by darkness.

For example, your breathing and heartbeat sound like it was sent by another person, right next to you and in your ears.

The flashlight beam also flashed intermittently at this time, looking like it could go out at any time.

"Brother flashlight, you are the only light source now, so you must hold on."

He kissed him hard with the flashlight, and the beam really stabilized, even vaguely brighter than before.

"#￥%&*#￥*##￥@.." Chen Chong felt a little weird in his heart and thought to himself that the flashlight would not be divided into 'male' and 'male', right?!

…

The rooms on the second floor are much less than those on the first floor. Some rooms have nothing in them, just like unfinished houses, empty.

Chen Chong came to the end of the corridor, and the door on the left was half open, looking inward through the crack of the door. The space inside was very large, almost the size of three rooms on the first floor.

European retro double bed, hollow flower carving dressing table, mahogany wardrobe, crystal chandeliers, cashmere carpets, etc., can be said to be full of all internal organs.

Look at this, it is obviously the landlord’s wife’s room!

As for the right side, there is a bathroom with many gray partitions standing in it, some are closed and some are open to expose the toilet inside.

That smell comes from this.

Water slides down from under the baffle, and then slowly flows into the drain hole in the corner of the toilet along the gaps of the ceramic tiles, making a 'tick' sound. Above the drain hole is a broom and mop full of dust.

As if thinking about the content of the baby crying in the toilet in the diary, Chen Chong was a little scared. After pushing open the closed compartment doors to check, he was unwilling to stay for a long time and hurried into the landlord's wife's room.

Standing inside, the area of ​​the room was larger than when you were observing outside. There were two night tables on the head of the double bed on the right, and several photo frames stood on it. On the left was a wardrobe, which looked very heavy. Several pieces of clothes slipped out of the gap in the cabinet door, half hung outside, and the cuffs were rotten, perhaps they were eaten by insects.

In general, the furniture in the room is still well preserved, at least not like the first floor, which is broken and rotten.

However, he still noticed something was wrong.

According to the diary content, the landlord's wife should be a woman who is very good at dressing up and loves to show off, but why can't she see a mirror in her room? Even the dressing table is the same. There is only a shallow groove left in the place where the mirror was originally placed, as if it was taken away by artificially.

Chen Chong checked the task time, and there were less than thirty minutes left, so there was not much time left for himself.

I quickly arrived at the dressing table. There were many cosmetics on the table that could not be named, some turned into water, some became moldy, and I don’t know how many years it has been left. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the keys, nor did I find them in the drawer.

He was a little anxious and hurried to the bedside table, and flipped through the bedside tables on the left and right, but still found nothing.

I picked up the photo frame on it and took a look. It was a photo of a man and a woman, who was about the age of about thirties. The woman has an elegant temperament, a graceful figure, a handsome man, and a strong figure.

"The woman should be the landlord's wife, and this man...is the landlord?"

Chen Chong was not sure, after all, the diary clearly recorded that no one had seen the male landlord, and even the girl who left the diary speculated that the landlord was dead.

The man in the photo is wearing a white coat and looks like a doctor, while the background behind them also seems to be inside a hospital.

"Hey...is not right."

Chen Chong suddenly noticed a line of text on the man's right chest, which is the words on the white coat.

"It seems that it's not a hospital, but a research institute."

Since the photos are not very clear, you can only see the last three words clearly.

Tick ​​to...

The sound of dripping water from the bathroom interrupted Chen Chong's thoughts. He quickly put down the photo frame and wanted to go to the wardrobe.

Clang...

Suddenly, my toes seemed to kick something. I bent down and saw that there was a black trash can under the bed. There was no garbage bag inside, but it was filled with garbage.

I used a flashlight to look at other places under the bed, and after confirming that there was nothing dirty, I quickly took out the trash can and placed it on the bedside table to check.

The trash can is filled with various tiny paper boxes and empty plastic packaging. In addition, there are many used needle tubes!

‘It was a bit strange during this period. The weather was very hot, but the landlord’s wife dressed very thickly and rarely walked around. She always locked herself in the room on the second floor. The female tenant next door who studied medicine often went up...’

Chen Chong thought of the contents of the fifth diary before... and picked up one of the packaging bags and looked at them, his scalp suddenly became numb.

‘Miffepristone tablets’

"This is...abortion pill."

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!