"Wow, it's really emotional." The little death expert exclaimed, "Did you see that? This is supposed to be the former house of the labor camp. However, the windows seem to be pasted, so I can't see what is inside. ”

Brother Hong walked forward and said, "Is the small cell you said about beating people here?" ”

"Well, it's supposed to be on the second floor." The little expert answered.

Kang Kang whimpered and said, "This is so scary. Shall we go in? Don't go in, do you? ”

Xiao Yatau was close to comforting Kang Kang.

That Tails didn't make a sound.

Brother Hong and the little expert of death had already walked to the door of the room.

Red Gorra's door.

There was a heavy grinding sound on the door shaft, and dust like flour fell down.

Brother Hong coughed a few times and waved his hand to fan.

"It smells musty. It's been a long time since this place was visited. The little expert of death explained, "I also heard about something." After digging out the bones, the villagers who lived nearby heard a movement here, like a ghost march. It should be the sound of the exiled family walking. This voice has been heard by many people. From the digging of the bones around 00, by now, the people of that village have moved out, and the village is gone. We came all the way, and everyone saw that there was no one living in this place. ”

The flashlight in Brother Hong's hand shone into the house.

The inside of the house was empty.

The light does not shine on the ground, but only on the wall, which is the mottled wall and the faded propaganda poster on it.

Brother Hong pushed the door open a little more and walked into the house.

Kang Kang was reluctant, so scared that he hid at the end, crying and mourning.

It's a bit difficult to be a little expert in death.

On the barrage, the number of people who scolded Kang Kang for doing and pretending, and those who called for them to go home, were equal.

"Kangkang, don't worry, it's okay. It's been so many years, and the one who died here must be fine. The little expert persuaded him, "At most, it's a little sound......

Outside the screen, Brother Hong shouted.

The little expert hurriedly told Xiao Ye and Tails to take care of Kangkang, and went into the house by himself.

Brother Hong was on the stairs and shouted below: "There is really a prison cell!" The one you said! ”

"Oh!" The tone of the little expert is excited.

He took three steps and made two steps and ran up the stairs.

The second floor, similar to what they photographed Aoba, was divided into several simple cells on this floor.

The audience was more excited than Brother Hong and the little expert in death, the barrage flew up, and various gifts kept flashing.

"Everyone, the little cell of the labor camp! Let's take a look at what's up here. The little master of death said, taking very careful pictures of the situation in each cell.

Truth be told, there's not much to shoot here.

There were no torture instruments in the cell, no beds, no tables or chairs. This is a makeshift cell, where prisoners who don't work seriously and get into fights.

The iron doors of the cells were rusty, and the opening and closing doors made a tooth-sore sound.

As the little expert of death and Brother Hong walked in, the voice of disappointment gradually appeared in the barrage.

"Alright, this is the last one. It seems that the homicides of that year did not leave a trace. Maybe it was cleaned up at that time......" The tone of the little expert was also a little disappointed.

He opened the last iron door.

The iron gate is also a boxy space, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Brother Hong said "Huh" and called a dead little expert to come over.

The camera panned to the corner of the room. The gap in that tile was very deep, deeper than the rest.

The light shone through the gap, and I couldn't see what it was.

Brother Hong touched the floor tiles. When the dust was wiped off, shallow marks were revealed.

"Scratched by nails! Wow! The little expert shouted again.

"Well, could it be that the blood is flowing through here?" Brother Hong was very cooperative, and he also found a way to break those floor tiles.

It took him some effort to get a tile out of the ground.

One piece is lifted, and the brick next to it is easy to get it.

On the sides of the bricks, there are traces of liquid flowing through. The soil beneath the bricks is also of different shades. This piece in the corner seems to have been stained with some liquid.

Brother Hong and the little expert of death both breathed rapidly, as if they had discovered some secret treasure.

The content of the barrage has increased again, and the gifts have also been brushed up again.

"We seem to have found a murder scene. This should be familiar to viewers who often watch my show. Many murderous houses and haunted houses are caused by death. When someone dies in the house, they become ghosts and do a lot of unbelievable and horrific things. But ah, I haven't seen such traces before. Everyone understands that in recent years, the speed of house demolition and reconstruction has been too fast. Really historical building, I can't do anything either. I really earned it this time. "It's a little expert in death, and it's in high spirits.

His tone made people completely unthinkable that this would be a fake acting.

I saw a comment, though. Someone claimed to be a forensic doctor and pointed out that the old blood stains were not of this color. There are supports, some against, and some pinched below the comments.

I sent a message to Wu Ling and asked her to watch the live broadcast.

I'm not sure if it's because it's too similar to Aoba's video, giving me a sense of déjà vu and giving me an illusion, or if there's really something. Wu Ling, their judgment is definitely more accurate. But Wu Ling hasn't replied to my message yet.

The live stream continues.

There's not much left to explore inside the cell.

Brother Hong and the little expert turned around and went downstairs.

Kang Kang and Xiao Ye stood in the doorway, but Tails was gone.

"What are you doing? What about Tails? The little expert asked suspiciously.

Kang Kang trembled like chaff, trembling and speechless.

Xiao Ye pointed to the ground, and his fingers were shaking.

The fear on the faces of the two is real, and people can feel their emotions through the screen.

The little killer pointed the camera at the ground.

On the ground, there is a large pool of blood in the center of the hall, and the blood stains are like streams, spreading around, forming a spider-like shape.

The color of the liquid was bright red, like freshly shed blood.

The little expert and Brother Hong are silent.

There are more people scolding fakes on the barrage, and some people recall that the camera passed here just now, and whether they caught this thing.

I know, it's true.

The traces of blood flowing were exactly the same as the traces left by Zhu Ziyang after he was bled out. The bright red blood is also real. Because in the picture of this scene, the ominous atmosphere is even heavier.

"How, how? You guys...... What's going on? What about Tails? "The little master of death no longer speaks fluently.

Kang Kang let out a frightened cry.

Xiao Ye said with difficulty: "I don't know...... I do not know...... We stood at the door and waited, and then, Tails said we were going to go in and have a look. He hadn't gone upstairs yet, and the ground was ...... This way...... A man's ...... Middle school students, there is...... He...... He was hanged, cut open...... And then the blood ...... We...... We...... And then Tails ran there......"

Xiao Ye pointed to the side.

There's a door over there.

The door to the cafeteria.

The door was ajar.

As the camera fell there, inside the door, it seemed as if someone had turned on the light. The dim light leaked through the crack in the door.

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