Two days.

Others took action, and someone died immediately in the abandoned building.

Duan Lang saw the remaining hot pot on the first floor and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Walk into the building.

The phone ghost said: "Where to start?"

The original news report was that the body was found in the basement, and the only clues could be found in the basement.

However, Duan Lang felt that it was useless to find clues. As An He said, Jian Yutang would not leave any traces.

His goal is clear, find the victims and try to ask.

"Clang"

A sound came from the upper floor,

Duan Lang went upstairs immediately.

It was clearly daytime, but the building was extremely dark, as if it was late at night.

Duan Lang held the Ghost Flashlight and walked forward.

"What is that?"

The phone ghost pointed at the wall, and there was a black mark.

Like the black and gray at the bottom of the pot, the figures smeared on the walls, this is definitely not artificial, but a dead person.

He became a mark on the wall.

This way of death is both weird and terrifying.

The telephone ghost exclaimed: "Duan Lang, the stairs are gone."

Duan Lang turned around, but found that the stairs back to the first floor were really gone.

He looked down.

high.

Very high.
Chapter completed!