C300 Confusion Direction

That's not right. If there was no second floor, then where did the pregnant woman come from? Where was she now?

Just as I was wondering, Mr. Zhao sent me a message. He asked me, "How is it? Did you find the treasure? "

I was a little displeased. "Don't rush me. Something has happened to me. I went up the stairs, but I couldn't find the second floor. "

There was no news from the Mr. Zhao, so I continued to climb. I noticed the stairs turn several times, but I never saw the corridor.

My heart was thumping a little, and I thought I might as well go back. I don't believe this pregnant woman won't go out, so when she does, I'll just sneak out after her. In this damned place, anyone who wanted to come could come.

As for the Little Tang Wei's heart, we'll just take the mandatory measures to force the pregnant woman to hand it over.

Just when I made up my mind to return by the same route, my phone rang. The Mr. Zhao called me.

On the phone, he asked me with concern: "Eldest Nephew, what happened to you?"

I said, "I have a flight of stairs that doesn't end here. Logically speaking, I should have seen the second floor a long time ago. But I counted at least a hundred flights of stairs and saw nothing. "

Mr. Zhao said, "That shouldn't be the case. There are no so many stairs from the first floor to the second floor. "

I said, "Isn't it? Do you think I've met a Wall-Hitting Ghost? This place is too strange, I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to leave. "

Mr. Zhao whispered into the phone, "If there really is a ghost wall, can you walk? The other side will definitely trap you. "Find a safe place and tell me how you got up the stairs."

I looked around. Not only was the top of my head black, but even my feet were black. I was now standing on a flight of stairs that hung in the air, up and down, down and down.

I hid at the corner of the stairs and said to Mr. Zhao: "I don't have a safe place here, I'll tell you about it here."

Then, I turned my attention to the murals on the wall and saw the little person looking upstairs with a look of yearning on his face. Then, how did I end up on the stairs?

After Mr. Zhao finished listening, he said to me, "Eldest Nephew, I have to say, after experiencing so many things, your intelligence has increased by quite a bit. "To be able to tell all of this from the kid's demeanor in the mural is not simple."

This is the first time that the Mr. Zhao has praised someone. I was just about to be proud of it, but who knew that the Mr. Zhao would say it again: "However, you still do not have enough experience. You've been tricked by those kids. "Or was it because he was tricked by the painter?"

I asked, a little dissatisfied, "How did I get cheated?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "That kind of treasure is not a little kid's. It's useless for a little kid to be envious. What the kid really wants to go to is not upstairs at all, but somewhere else. "

I didn't say anything as I waited for Mr. Zhao to tell me.

After a moment, the Mr. Zhao slowly said: "The underworld."

His tone made my scalp tingle. I said to Mr. Zhao, "Don't scare me, I'm the only one here with the lights out. Tell me, why do you want to go to the Underworld? "

Mr. Zhao said, "Isn't that simple? What's the good of having a ghost in the sky? Could he actually become a deity? The only thing they want to do is to go to the Underworld, reincarnate, and live again. "

"Thus, the direction that the little demon is looking is not up, but down. You are not going up the stairs, you are going down the stairs." Your feelings have fooled you. "

"You're outside the door and you haven't seen what's going on inside. What makes you say that?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I indeed haven't seen the stairs in the villa, but I have seen many of these houses. All the houses built on the line could be said to be Phantom's. There was no distinction between people and ghosts in Phantom. There was no distinction between day and night. In addition to this, there will usually be a few little ghosts gathered in these rooms, so the ghost aura is very eerie and can confuse a person's mind. "

"A house like this is not only dangerous for the people who live in it, but also dangerous for the architects who build it. A moment of carelessness could cause one to lose their sense of direction. This was clearly a palm-sized room, yet there was someone trapped inside. So they drew some little ghosts on the walls in a special way. Wherever the eyes of these little ghosts looked, that was the place where they would land. The corresponding direction is up. "

"So I've been going down all this time?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "But you don't have to worry. The staircase is not long, there are a total of eighteen turns. Each turn represented the eighteen levels of hell. "This is a hint to the little ghost that there really is a netherworld here."

"I don't know where in hell you are now. He was already here. "I might as well take a walk around here. What if I can find a treasure like that?"

I said to Mr. Zhao, "Second Uncle, you're being too relaxed. Coming is also coming. I want to go now. "

The Mr. Zhao said, "If the treasure is in the deepest part of hell, wouldn't you be able to come down? You were trapped in the villa, not me. "If you don't want to find it, I won't force you."

Then, the Mr. Zhao hung up.

I sighed and muttered, "Forget it, let's keep going. Find the treasure and quickly leave this damned place. "

Baby, baby, what is it? Gold? It was a bit vulgar. Jewelry? Where would the treasure go? Antiques? Was there a need to cause such a huge commotion?

I walked up the stairs, thinking, knowing I was going down, so I didn't try to hide my footsteps.

In any case, as he walked further and further away, the pregnant woman probably wouldn't be able to hear him.

After I walked for a while, I realized something was wrong, because I hadn't turned in a long time.

According to Mr. Zhao, there were a total of eighteen bends to the stairs. Each bend represented a level of hell. After eighteen bends, they arrived at the bottom. The treasure could very well be hidden there.

But why can't I see the turn now?

This time I concentrated and counted my steps: one step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

I had walked more than a hundred paces, and the stairs had neither turned nor reached the bottom. My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly understood. The direction I was heading in was chaotic. I was probably repeating myself in a random direction.

Thinking about this, I took out my phone and opened the flashlight. I took a picture of the wall, and sure enough, there was a picture of a kid on it.

No one knew who drew it, but the scene was extremely childish. However, the pair of eyes that were vivid and lifelike, shined brightly when it was shined on by the flashlight, as if it was alive.

I forced myself to study it for a moment, and then I noticed that the eyes were all looking up. I immediately had a general idea of what was going on. It turned out that the top of my head was downwards. The direction of this place was really strange. Unknowingly, a change had occurred.

So I turned and took a few steps up, and when I looked at the kids again a moment later, I saw that I was at my feet again.

I scratched my head with all my might. "This place is really strange. The two directions change from top to bottom. I don't feel anything."

This time I didn't dare let my guard down. I kept my phone pointed at the kids on the wall, then I followed their eyes, one up, one down. After walking for about ten minutes, there was nothing else under his feet. I had reached the end of the stairs.

According to Mr. Zhao, this was the so-called 18 Hells.

I waved the flashlight around and realized that the space here was very small. It was only the size of a room. This Inside the house was empty, without any furniture. However, in the middle of the room, there was a well.

I stood at the mouth of the well and looked down, thinking: Why is there a well here? At this depth, he should be digging out the underground water soon.

I held the flashlight up and shook it. The walls of the well were made of stone. It was unknown how many years these stones had been here, but they were no longer flat.

I reached down and tried them. They were strong enough, and if I climbed down through the cracks, I wouldn't hurt myself.

However, this well seems very deep, my flashlight barrel can't even reach the bottom, who knows what's inside?

I stood by the well for a moment, hesitating. Then I took out my dagger, picked a piece of rock off the wall, and threw it in.

One, two, three, four, five... After five seconds, I heard a dull thud. The stone had fallen to the ground.

I scratched my head. "This place is quite deep. But judging from the sound, there's no water in it. "

I turned my ear to the side and listened carefully. There were no other sounds coming from inside. It seemed that there weren't any poisonous snakes or beasts.

That was true. How could animals live in such a deep and dark place?

I sent a message to Mr. Zhao: "There's a well here. I'm going down to take a look."

But the text didn't go out. There was no signal in this place.

Since he could not send it out, then forget it, since Mr. Zhao's suggestion was most likely absurd.

I couldn't climb down to the phone, so I stuffed it in my pocket and went down in the dark.

After crawling for a while, I suddenly found that I was becoming more and more relaxed, as if my physical strength was becoming more and more similar with the passage of time.

Instead of feeling happy, I was a little worried, because I knew this place was strange and that any unusual feeling had to be taken seriously.

So I took out my cell phone, pressed on the light, and suddenly found a person in front of me, he smiled at me.

I screamed in fright, my voice drifting back and forth in the well, as if a dozen ghosts were crying.

Fortunately, after I shouted, I also called the fear away. Then I realized that the man was not a real person, but a mural.

I secretly cursed, "What kind of pervert is this? To draw a mural on the wall of a well, is he trying to scare me to death?"

I took a closer look. The man's eyes were looking up.

I was a little puzzled. "Am I going in the wrong direction again? The top of my head is the bottom? "

But when I turned my head, I saw that there was another face beside me, and that the man's eyes were looking down.

I was completely confused.