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I went back into the boy's room.

The room was covered with a light curly-colored carpet, and chairs were pushed under the table.

Under the thick dust on the carpet, there were old stripping marks, and the long hairs on the carpet fell to one side.

There were also traces of black imprints, somewhat banded.

Those are blood.

I closed the door. There was a coat hook behind the door, but there was something else.

I wiped the dust off the door.

There was something under the table, I bent down, a knife that was rusted and no longer shiny.

I tried to push the chair away to pick it up, but it wouldn't budge.

He couldn't pull it out.

It was so strange. I pushed the table again, but it didn't budge.

Where's the bed? Bookcase?

All the furniture was nailed to its original position, unable to move.

"Ah He, come take a look." I shouted.

He showed her the bloodstains on the furniture and the forbidden spell behind the door.

We checked all the rooms in turn, just like this one.

All the furniture is nailed down, all the doors, including ours, are covered with forbidden spells.

These curses were used to trap spirits.

What happened here in the past?

All the items were still in their original positions and had not been collected.

The last date in the diary was 5.25.

And after that?

I opened the bookcase and found a comic book inside. There was a whole bookcase full of city hunters, seven dragon pearls, and the King of Thieves …

In the hearts of the fifteen year old boys, these were treasures!

Yet he was left behind, not a single one.

It was as if the family had just gone out for a picnic and disappeared from the world.

His home was abandoned.

Of course it's not true.

I had a few thoughts in my head, and Ah He seemed to share them with me.

"She died here." We spoke together.

I opened the door of the bookcase and looked at the books one by one. I pulled out a book that was a bit taller than the book.

It was a photo album.

There were pictures of the family, mostly of the caricature owners.

I no longer judge a man by his appearance.

Just take these pictures with your cell phone.

There were pictures of the boy and his good friends.

Send these photos to Zhang Meiyuan and let him compare them with those in the files of the men who died.

A cartoon was taken to the floor by me as I pulled the album.

I picked it up, and the scratches on the carpet were covered in thick dust. The direction of the trace was somewhat strange.

I ran to the kitchen for a broom and brushed away the dust.

The traces gradually became clear.

Someone dragged the heavy object to the bookcase.

I felt up and down the walls of the bookcase. Nothing.

His heart skipped a beat. "Tianyi, bring us our toolbox!" I shouted.

There was a large toolbox in the trunk of the car. He brought it over.

"Take everything out of the bookcase. "If you can't find out where, then take down the cabinet."

"What are you guys doing?"

That's right, why do you need to put in the effort yourself if you're not going to use any of your brute force?

Zhang Meiyuan had said that Wulang was his magic tool.

"Stinky monster, can you push this bookcase away from the wall?"

"If he can't even do that, how can he be called a demon?" He glanced at me dully.

"Go away, insignificant human."

We all hid outside the house.

He closed the door and heard a rustling sound from inside. Dust was spewing out from the crack in the door.

The door opened and he came out patting his hair.

Inside, the bookcases had been knocked down, the doors wide open, and all the books had fallen to the floor, piled high as mountains.

It revealed the clean wall at the back.

There was nothing on the wall, and there was a crack where the wall connected to the floor. It was completely blocked by the bookcase.

We used a crowbar to pry the board open, revealing a deep black hole under the floor.

The wooden staircase led into the endless darkness.

A rotten smell wafted out from his nose.

The moment the floor opened, a mournful wail came from outside the door.

"That little monster fainted."

"Take her upstairs and find a room for her to rest." Ah He walked over and gently pushed away her perspiring hair.

Below him was a face more terrifying than a demon's. He was breathing rapidly, as if he was in a terrible dream.

Ah He's fingers caressed her cheek. Touch the wounds.

She slowly calmed down in his arms.

I lit the candle, took a deep breath, and walked slowly up the stairs.

Step by step, they walked deeper in.

The wooden staircase, after five years, gave out a groan with every step, like an old man.

Tianyi was behind me, carrying two waxes.

We finally reached the basement.

There were things piled here and there.

The light was so poor that the dust covered him so that he could not see.

I took a step forward and kicked a metal box.

Tianyi held a large bag. I picked it up and put it in the bag.

There was something buried in the earth. I blew the dust away, sneezed a few times, and dug out a knife.

Then he found the baseball bat, the pliers, and all sorts of tools scattered around the basement.

I looked around. It had been too long, and even with the Heaven's Eyes, I couldn't see anything unusual.

He could only rely on artificial detection.

The candle swayed and then went out.

A small wail entered his ears.

It came from the room above.

Tianyi and I hastily ran upwards.

We were stunned when we got out of the basement.

The empty bookcase on the floor, the piles of comic books, the dust all over the floor …

The windows were bright and clean, the floor was covered with a soft woolen carpet, and in front of the TV were the new game consoles and game discs. The door was pushed open and a few sweating teenagers walked in.

There was a giant cardboard box in the room.

"Do you still want to play?" A teenager kicked the cardboard box.

A small cry came from the box.

"Let me go, please, I won't say anything. Let me go? " A young girl's voice came from the box.

"What should we do? When your family comes back, we will definitely be criticized. " said a boy with a crew cut.

"Let me out, I need to go to the toilet." The girl begged while crying.

The fair teenager with the parted hair smiled maliciously and ran out to get a stainless steel basin. He ripped off the tape from the cardboard box and threw it in.

"Piss in there. If you dare to spill a drop, I'll show you." He made a fool of himself.

The boys laughed as if they had just watched a good show.

Then the two boys began to play.

"I've solved it." the girl whispered.

"Stand up." the fashionable hairstyle boy ordered.

The girl took the basin and stood up, careful not to spill the urine.

"Drink it." The boy looked at her as if nothing had happened.

"Drink it."

The girl held onto her tears. "Duan Xiaoxuan, please."

The two boys didn't even look back at the game.

"Drink." Do you still want to get beaten up? " The man with the crew cut urged her with a smile.

The girl had a thin body, but her face was completely unrecognizable. Her eyes were swollen, her mouth was torn, and many of her teeth were missing.

She said timidly, "I'll go down myself. I won't spill it."

"No, I'll make you drink it." "You don't want me to cut your mouth open, do you?"

"Do you want to become a Smiling Face?"

The few of them burst out laughing, laughing to the point where they could not take it anymore.

I can't help it.

Ah He pulled me back. "Illusion."

The girl lowered her head, tears trickling down her cheeks into the basin, and slowly brought it to her mouth.

Half of his mouth was bleeding nonstop.

I looked at the smiling faces and shivered.

Tianyi's fists were clenched so tight that they clattered loudly.

The girl handed the empty basin to the man with the crewcut, and a drop of liquid ran down the rim.

"Wow, it's raining."

The fashionable haired boy knocked the basin off, grabbed the girl and pressed her to the ground. The girl struggled, the wound was split open, and blood dripped onto the carpet.

He rode on top of her and tied her hands behind her back with a rope.

She took a pair of scissors and cut open her clothes.

With only a pair of underwear left, the young girl begged him while crying, "Let go of me, I won't run away." Please spare me? "We're classmates after all."

The little guy was holding a belt. "Go away, I'll play with you for a while." He whipped the girl.

The girl screamed and started rolling.

The two boys playing the game were staring at the screen and having a good time.

The violence continued until the children were tired.

"Wow, my carpet's all dirty, fuck." Duan Xiaoxuan walked over to the bookshelf and pushed it. The bookshelf with its roller was pushed to the side.

"Look at my secret chamber." He bent down and pulled open the wooden board. "Put her down here. She won't be found."

The two men with the flat top stuck tape to her mouth. Push the girl down the stairs.

With the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor, Duan Xiaoxuan closed the door. He pushed the bookcase back into place.

In the following period of time, they seemed to have forgotten the existence of the young girl.

The door opened and a tired face appeared in the doorway.

"Have you eaten, Xuan?" It was Duan Jiu Xuan's mother.

"Stop bothering me, it's not like you're cooking." Without looking up, the woman closed the door and went upstairs.

"Hungry. Come, let's go eat."

I followed them to the kitchen, where a table of untouched food lay on the table. It was cold.

A few youths sat in front of the table and wolfed down their food. Surprisingly, no one thought of that tortured girl.

Everyone was discussing matters within the game.