Chapter 229 Oil Paintings of Four Faces

The darkness smelled like a rat carcass.

Something was prying at the handle of the closed door.

I don't know why there's always a woman's voice whispering in my ear.

There was always the sound of chopping bones in the empty kitchen.

In the invisible shadows, it seemed that there were children running around.

Outside the half-open and half-closed window in the wind, there was a strange eight-finger bloody handprint.

There was always the sound of fingernails scratching in the invisible wall behind the curtains.

Under the rusty folding wire bed, dripping wet water droplets fell.

The ceiling fan above him seemed to hang a person.

Vaguely, she felt someone calling her name behind her.

It was dark here.

The human city under the night seemed to have suddenly become an empty city, so dark that one could not see his fingers. Only in the shadow of the night occasionally came the sound of human misery, despair and wailing.

It was a silent world with only dark shadows, only fear, curse, despair, and wailing. Except for the strange wailing in the dark, there was only silence. Suddenly! The sound of chaotic footsteps disturbed the silence of the world.

This was a combat team equipped with sophisticated thermal weapons, a total of four people.

Looking at their well-trained, orderly front and rear covers, their resolute faces, and their typical western white skin, it was clear that this was a western elite army that had sneaked into the war-torn region of southeast asia.

But this elite combat team, at this time, everyone was injured, and there was still blood, it seemed that they had just experienced a battle.

"What do we do now? After being ambushed by unknown forces for some reason, we have been separated from the main force of the evacuation of overseas chinese for two hours. We have been circling this damn city for two hours and haven't circled out yet."

"I don't know if you guys feel the same way as me... How do I feel that it's getting colder and colder around me and I can't help but raise my hair? It's already dark now. According to the above, this city will become very dangerous at night."

"Bullsh! This city is so weird. The night vision device is out of action, and the flashlight is out of action. Even the city street lights, shop lights... All the lighting equipment is out of action. It can only be dimly lit for a few meters, as if some monster has eaten all the light. This city is so depressing that we have to get out of it. I have a bad feeling that the longer we stay in this city, the more dangerous we are."

"I think the most urgent thing for us right now is to find a relatively safe house and hide in it for the night when we are not familiar with the environment. Do you remember what the authorities told us? If we are lost in this city and don't leave the city before dark, remember one word: don't go out after dark! I don't think they're going to say that for no reason. There must be a special warning."

It turned out that this was a unit that had sneaked into the battle zone to withdraw overseas chinese without the permission of the sovereign state, but unexpectedly separated from the main force. At this time, the four wounded combat teams were leaning against the marble outer wall of a hotel, and there were disagreements about whether to stay or go.

Just as the four of them were suppressing their voices and arguing, suddenly, a few gunshots suddenly rang out from under the night sky, and the four of them quickly hid in the nearby hotel.

In the eerie night, which could barely light up a few meters, with the help of the dim light of the tactical flashlight, the four stumbled and finally managed to hide in this luxuriously decorated hotel.

Although there were lights in the lobby of the hotel, under the suppression of the night, they could only provide a few meters of light. They were drowsy and gloomy. The four of them held their hot weapons guns tightly in their hands as they searched the lobby vigilantly to eliminate dangerous dangers.

The four were surprised to find that the hotel lobby was unusually clean.

It seemed that the luxury hotel was not affected by the war and was spotlessly clean, as if it had been deliberately cleaned.

In this strange city, the four of them did not dare to leave and could only search together. This was a luxuriously decorated hotel, all made of marble on the walls of the luxurious lobby, full of world-famous paintings.

Any famous painting in the outside world is of great value, but it has not been stolen, which in itself is a bit strange.

With the help of dim light, the four of them did not find any danger in the lobby. Their tense bodies slightly lowered their muzzle. At this time, the four of them stood in the lobby near the staircase leading to the second floor. In case of any unexpected situation, they were ready to retreat at any time. At this time, the four of them planned to go or stay and continue to discuss.

Someone suggested staying in the hotel, which didn't see any bullet holes or bodies, indicating that it was safe for the time being.

However, some people also said that this place was too clean, the more out of place with the surrounding, the more it showed that this place was strange, and suggested leaving the hotel immediately.

In the dark, the four of them quarreled again over whether to stay or go.

"Stop arguing. Look at the painting on the wall behind you. Do you feel this painting? What's weird about it?"

Hearing this, the other three turned to look at a painting hanging on the marble wall behind them.

In the dim light, the painting seemed to be a house... It seemed to be the hotel in front of him. But under the distortion of the dim light, the more you look at it, the weirder it feels.

It's like... It's like a hotel made up of a few faces!

It made people think of the miraculous reasoning game of looking at pictures to find a few faces.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Looks like there are four faces?"

"What kind of dog shit oil painting is this? Look at the picture and guess how many faces are there? Why is there such a horrifying oil painting in a hotel? With this oil painting hanging, who would come to this hotel? I bet this hotel will not have any business."

The more they looked, the more frightened they became.

"Big... Do you guys feel that the four faces in the hotel are very... Very similar to the faces of the four of us?"

"This face looks like Anderson. Look, there's a mole on his nose."

"This... This looks like me... With a scar on my face..."

The master of the voice trembled as he spoke.

"I think we have to evacuate this hotel immediately! I would rather stay outside than stay in this hotel that's too clean for another second!"

This time, no one objected. The footsteps were in a mess and they were ready to leave the hotel.

"Go! Go! Retreat! Retreat!"

However...

One minute, two minutes... The hotel was quiet, quiet, and no one left.

A few minutes passed... Suddenly!

Gunshots were heard, and then a man covered in blood ran out of the hotel in fear.

However, just as he stepped out of the hotel door with one foot, his body immediately seemed to be caught by something behind him, and in the shrill wailing, he was dragged back into the hotel...

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