Chapter 162: Wenren's Choice

A cotton pillow with the shape of a baby drawn in blood, so absurdly exposed for all to see.

Ye Xun inwardly rose an instant of suppressed anger, his fingers trembled slightly with anger, "You're pretending to be a pregnant woman?!"

Wen Renlian slowly became expressionless, he raised his head from the pillow, coldly looked at the pregnant woman, and suddenly slammed his fist onto the elevator wall.

Even Kuang Zheng, who had the best temper, had a cold and hard face.

The pregnant woman flinched for a moment, then raised her head as if she had some kind of courage, and said in a loud voice, "What do you want? Kill me if you can?"

Since she was discovered, there was no need to pretend anymore. The pregnant woman straightened her messy hair, she had already seen through the character of these people, and was not worried at all that they would dare to harm herself.

The pregnant woman's only concern was the eccentric long-haired young man. But after seeing that he only dared to expose her tricks and did not do anything to her, she was carefree again, and even took out a powder puff from her coat pocket, carefully applying her own make-up in a small mirror, mocking: "I'm just pretending, how about it? You four men are trying to make things difficult for a woman?"

After fixing the powder on her face, she took out her lipstick again, "Who let them be so innocent, I said help and ran over, blame me for what? I pulled them to save me?"

After listening to her sentence, the three Ye Xun men were already so angry that their chests were heaving violently, and their eyes were filled with anger. But they had to admit that the pregnant woman was right.

Even though they knew she had killed their companion, even though they knew it was in a dream, their education and bottom line could not allow them to make a move against the soft and real looking woman in front of them.

Do you really want to kill her?

But this place is nothing but a dream.

Yet not kill? But the anger and sadness in his heart would not be diminished by the fact that it was a dream.

In this stagnant stalemate, Jiang Luo moved.

As soon as he approached, the pregnant woman screamed in terror, her back pressed against the wall, fear haunting her mind as if she had seen some hideous evil spirit, "Don't you come any closer! Do you know who the man on the top floor is waiting for? He is waiting for me! If you dare to make a move on me, I'll make you look good when I get to the top floor!"

"The penthouse," Jiang Luo pulled up his lips and smiled oddly, "So you wanted to go to the penthouse."

The pregnant woman was cornered by him and looked at him in fear.

The beautiful face of the dark-haired young man moved slightly closer to her, his lips picking up, his cold white skin without a single flaw. He lowered his head, the faint scent of his body lingering on the pregnant woman's nose. Jiang Luo's brows were gentle and loving, as if to a lover, he said to the pregnant woman, "But what to do, you may not have the life to get to the top."

The pregnant woman lost her voice and shrilled, "You threatened me? You want to kill me?!"

Her heart was beating faster and faster, some kind of unidentified fear was eroding her internal organs, she had the unpleasant feeling that she would die at any moment, the pregnant woman panicked and shouted to the three companions behind Jiang Luo, "He's going to kill me, why don't you guys stop him? Is he trying to be a murderer!"

Wen Renlian looked at her with his arms wrapped around her, sniffed and sneered twice, stopping Ye Xun and Kuang Zheng who were not sure whether to stop Jiang Luo or not.

"How could I kill you," Jiang Luo lifted his hand and gently stroked it across her cheek, sending the pregnant woman into a constant quiver of fear, "but I guess there's someone you'd like to see, or a ghost, who won't keep you alive for long."

The bad feeling grew stronger, the pregnant woman's forehead sweated, and she subconsciously retorted, "No way, you lied to me!"

Jiang Luo smiled at her and muttered to himself, "Originally it was impossible, but now, well, that's not necessarily true."

When his hand was about to touch the pregnant woman's earlobe, the wall that the pregnant woman was leaning against suddenly stretched out a greenish-white ghostly hand, which strangled the pregnant woman's neck to death, and when the pregnant woman had just revealed an expression of disbelief, it abruptly pulled the pregnant woman into the wall.

It was as quick as a gust of wind, and Jiang Luo reacted quickly by taking a few steps back, staring at the metal walls of the elevator that reflected his silhouette.

His eyes were dark.

Chi You was surely watching him at all times.

He got just a little bit closer to the pregnant woman, and Chi You was so enraged by him that he shot and killed her.

Jiang Luo lowered his eyes and turned toward his companions again, "Did you see what just happened?"

Ye Xun and Kuang Zheng's heartfelt anger hung hard in midair as they stiffened and shook their heads.

Wenren Lian gave a laugh instead after he reacted.

"Don't stand against the wall," Jiang Luo warned, "Let's stand in the middle, this elevator hides ghosts too."

The four of them stood back to back in the center, and at this point they couldn't care less about being sad, Ye Xun, after taking a closer look, said, "There are a lot of little black dots in the walls, are those the people who were swallowed?"

It was only when he said this that Jiang Luo realized that these small black dots seemed to be hidden in the walls, unobtrusive. As he looked at these black dots, he was reminded of the split mirror in the hotel's restroom; would these black dots get closer and closer to them as the floors rose?

The elevator dinged and stopped.

They're on the tenth floor.

The elevator doors opened and it was empty outside, something always felt wrong to Winkler Lian and he glanced out cautiously, "Are we going out?"

Jiang Luo said, "Wait a little longer."

Soon the elevator closed again once more.

The elevator slowly rose towards the top again, this time skipping directly over the eleventh and twelfth floors. Wenren Lian pondered for a moment, "There is no pattern to the floors where the elevator stops."

"Yeah," Ye Xun nodded, a rusty wariness and coldness rising in the eyes of a man who no longer had any hope for the world, "And every time it stopped, there was no one waiting outside the elevator."

Kuang Zheng tries to analyze with them, "Then why stop?"

The crowd was silent.

Because they coincidentally thought of the worst but most likely outcome.

This is a haunted building edifice, and elevators don't necessarily serve only people, they serve ghosts as well.

Jiang Luo : "This is really ......"

Wenren Lian sighed, "From the first floor, the elevator has stopped four times, the third floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor, and just now the tenth floor, if ghosts came in on all four floors, this means that there are at least four ghosts around us."

Jiang Luo said, "There's also an elevator ghost."

Wenren even laughed bitterly, "Yes, and an elevator ghost."

Ye Xun thought with disappointment, if only Xiao Fen was there, it could have eaten all the ghosts in one breath.

Kuang Zheng thought for a moment, "It's not always true that every time you stop you come in a ghost, maybe it's possible that a ghost is trying to get down there."

"There are no buttons in this elevator," Jiang Luo thought otherwise, "Unless the ghosts that come in the elevator have another ability that can control the elevator to stop at the floor they want to go down, I'm inclined to think that every time it stops it's because there's a ghost waiting outside. And the ghosts here aren't nice ghosts," Ge Zhu's severed head in the mall flashed through his mind, and Jiang Luo's eyes darkened, "Without making a move on us, would they really go down willingly?"

Jiang Luo thinks not.

The elevator stopped once more on the fifteenth floor.

The door slowly opened, Jiang Luo four people have already prepared for the outside will come in the ghost again, but the lights inside the elevator went out.

Jiang Luo seemed to realize something and immediately looked around. Only to see the darkness steeply more than seven or eight pairs of greedy and horrible green eyes, previously unseen ghosts appeared, towards them vicious smile, and viciously pounced.

Jiang Luo made an immediate decision: "Run!"

The four people escaped in an instant, and after they were all out of the elevator, the doors slammed back shut. The ghosts that were left inside the elevator had twisted expressions as they watched them leave unwillingly.

They didn't take a step out until the elevator doors closed completely.

There was a scare, and a few people breathed a sigh of relief and looked to the sign on the wall.

"This floor is the fifteenth floor and is divided into five elevators, so guests are invited to choose one each to reach the top floor."

Below the sign were the very same five elevator doors on the fifteenth floor, all five doors identical in both color and size.

"Why are they re-splitting the elevator?" Ye Xun's brow furrowed in a tangled frown as he looked at the elevator doors one by one, "Are they trying to separate us?"

Jiang Luo was quite interested in the setup, and would have applauded Chi You if he hadn't been so frustrated by the deaths of his three companions.

He clasped his arms and sneered, "Yeah, they're trying to separate us now."

Ye Xun's dyslexia returns, and he looks pained: "If only Lu Youyi were here."

Ye Xun didn't know which one to choose, and Jiang Luo didn't dare to choose. After cautiously observing the doors of the elevator, he gave up the first two doors and the last two doors, and chose the middle position of the rules.

Wenrenian thought for a moment and walked to the door of the first elevator instead.

Seeing that the two of them had already taken their positions, Kuang Zheng followed and stood next to Wenren Lian. There were still two seats left, and Ye Xun was still in a difficult position. The frown between his eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, and he suddenly looked up and asked Jiang Luo, "Jiang Luo, you choose one for me."

Jiang Luo held his chin in thought for a moment and solemnly chose the last elevator for him.

Ye Xun's frown loosened slightly as he walked to the other elevator without hesitation.

Jiang Luo: "......"

Ye Xun euphemistically explained, "And you know your luck ......"

Jiang Luo gave him a sly look and pressed the elevator door.

The interior of the elevator was clean, with only an LCD screen hanging. Jiang Luo stared at the LCD for a few moments, and then suddenly the screen lit up.

Wenren Lian's figure appeared above.

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Wen Renlian only felt that he had just stepped into the elevator and he was in another place. A door from the depths of his memory appeared in front of him.

The familiar old apartment staircase, the familiar off-color springboard, he was back in his childhood home.

He stood in front of the door to his room, which was still an old-fashioned two-story security door at this time. A wooden one on the inside and an iron bar on the outside, with half of the silver paint off, revealing the dirty original color of the inside.

Wenren even realized, "A dream within a dream?"

There was a faint sound of conversation coming from the head of the room.

A middle-aged man's voice that pretended to be kind but contained filthy malice rang out, "Isn't your child a son? This child really looks like a girl, look at this white and tender little face, it's so cute looking."

Wenrenian listened quietly.

It was his stepfather's voice, and it happened when he first followed his mother and remarried.

The door was silent for a moment, as if the scene had changed.

The greasy middle-aged male voice continued, "I bought your son a dress, let him wear dresses from now on, they look good on him."

Mother hesitates, "That's not good ......"

"Where not good!" The man's tone was aggravated, with fire, "Your stomach didn't make any noise for a year after you remarried to me, and I'm raising a son for you, isn't a tens of dollars dress for a girl cheaper than a boy's clothes? If you don't give it to him to wear, in the future he'll simply run around without clothes on his bare ass!"

Mother was silent.

Wenren Lian tilted his head slightly sideways, his wig gently tracing past his ear, and hooked up a seeming smile.

The hem of his skirt by his feet was quiet against his body.

The scene changes again.

A childish and defensive voice rang out coldly, "What are you going to do?"

The man's voice contained a sickening greed as he rubbed his hands together and said, "Little Wen ah, uncle come to give you a bath, okay?"

Little Wenren even snapped, "Get out!"

After a short period of silence, "Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle," the cluttered sound of many things falling to the floor rang out.

Having heard enough of the hilarity, Smellren even took hold of the doorknob and pushed the door open without hesitation.

Inside the door was a damp and cluttered bathroom, with bath tubs and towels and shoe brushes piled up against an entire wall. In the middle of the floor, a middle-aged man in his forties with scruffy clothes and a protruding beer belly was pressed up against a boy in a skirt.

The boy was struggling hard, his eyes full of anger and despair. But his thin hands couldn't resist the adult's suppression, and the dress he wasn't supposed to be wearing was torn, wet by the sewage on the ground, and then lifted up by the middle-aged man's eagerness to color.

Gradually, the boy seemed to give up resisting. The middle-aged man relaxed his guard, he let go of the boy's arm and anxiously unbuckled his pants, at which point the boy's hand kept rubbing on the ground, he grabbed a glass bottle of shampoo and slammed it heavily on the middle-aged man's body.

Blood mixed with white shampoo liquid flowed out of the middle-aged man's head, and he gave the boy a disbelieving look as he collapsed heavily on the ground.

Wenren, who was watching the scene, burst out laughing as he raised his hand to applaud his former self.

In the bathroom, the boy gasped loudly as he struggled to get out from under the middle-aged man and walked over to the man's head to check it out.

A sharp piece of glass slag plunged into the man's skull, the boy tried the man's nostrils, the man was dead.

Bewilderment and fear flashed across his face and slowly turned to calm.

The boy hugged his knees and sat against the wall next to the body until his mother came back from outside in the evening and found him in the bathroom with his clothes in shreds and the already cooled body.

Wen Renlian watched his mother hugging his childhood self and crying bitterly, and after crying bitterly, he froze and looked at the corpse for a long time, and the expression on his face gradually became firm.

She brought a clean outfit for Wen Renlian to change into and kept stroking Wen Renlian's head, "Mommy will send you to Grandma for a few days, okay? Your father's side will be taken care of by mommy, son don't be afraid."

After she finished speaking, her complexion changed, her expression serious to the point of twisting and frightening, "You are not allowed to tell anyone about this matter today! Including your grandma and grandpa! Do you hear me? You've been playing outside all day today, you didn't come back home in the middle of the day, and you've never seen your father! Wenren Lian, remember, no matter who asks, you are not allowed to tell anyone about today's events, forget it, forget it all, don't remember a thing! Do you understand?

The little winker even said uneasily, "Mom ......"

Obviously only in his thirties, his temples have been white, shaped like a forty or fifty year old woman's eyes flashed with tears, she hugged Wen Renlian hard, "Son, mom is sorry for you ...... mom is sorry for you ...... "

The lights in the room slowly went out, as if a play had come to an end. The corpse lying on the floor with his head smashed suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, revealing a sinister smile as he picked up the glass bottle from the floor and walked straight towards Wen Renlian at the door.

Wenren Lian looked at the corpse and sighed, "This is the most common nightmare I've had since I was a child."

"I always felt that I hadn't killed him," he said to himself, "or feared again that he would turn into a ghost and seek vengeance on me after his death, and now that nightmare has become a reality."

At this point, the blood left on the floor by the corpse formed a line that read: [Close the door and leave, you can pass this level and reach the 18th floor]

Wenren Lian was thoughtful, "So this is the last level. As long as I close the door and ignore him, I'll win."

He sighed and walked in, closing the bathroom door behind him. Walking towards the corpse, after easily dodging the corpse's blow, Wenren Lian attacked and snatched the glass bottle from the corpse's hand, his face expressionless, his eyes abruptly sharpened, "But even if I lose, I'm still going to kill him again."

The glass bottle in his hand dug deep into the body.

Wenren Lian stabbed him a dozen times so hard that blood splashed onto his face. After the corpse's broken body no longer had the strength to stand up and fall to the ground, Wenren Lian threw the beer bottle away and laughed.

The air inside the bathroom became thinner and thinner, and Winkelian's face gradually turned blue.

His features and limbs became stiff, but his eyes were extremely contented, and he kept that wide grin on his face as he eventually suffocated to death in the bathroom stall.