Excessive ferocity due to caution

As Zhao entered the entrance of the scrap metal collection building, he glanced at the footprints on the threshold and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Someone came in first.

Before them, there were other people who had come to this place, and more than one.

However, the footprints nearby indicate that after they went in... they did not come out.

Liao Hongqiao and his companion had clearly noticed this as well.

Zhao Yi thought for a moment, then took out two candles, lit them, and handed them to them.

"Candles can provide light and also possess mysterious powers, having a certain restraining effect on some strange and eerie things."

The two accepted the candles and expressed their gratitude to Zhao Yi:

Thank you!

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"When you come out, each of you should give me a bundle of 12 sticks."

The gratitude on their faces faded considerably, and after saying goodbye, they walked away down the dark corridor.

Zhao Yi then climbed the old-fashioned spiral staircase on the right side of the door. The thick dust on the cement steps was stained with some still relatively fresh bloodstains.

Zhao Yi bent down, held the candle glowing with blue-purple light in his palm, pressed his ear to the ground, and listened attentively.

There were footsteps.

I was very flustered.

Somewhere upstairs.

Based on Zhao Yi's experience, the other party should be on the 6th floor!

Zhao Yi's eyes flickered slightly. He picked up the candle and quickly headed towards the fourth floor!

Someone is fleeing from the 6th floor, which means he encountered something!

This is a good opportunity for me to go to the fourth floor.

They quickly arrived at the fourth floor, and Zhao Yi took the candle and headed towards the fourth-floor corridor, which was filled with wood chips and various other debris.

This place looks like an abandoned staff dormitory building.

Many rooms still have bunk beds made of iron.

Upon entering, Zhao Yi clearly felt the notebook on his chest become slightly warm.

In the darkness, with only a single candle and Zhao Yi's current eyesight, it would be difficult to find the coffee cup in this huge junkyard.

"If rules are the 'evidence' that triggers murder, then a coffee cup is the 'murder weapon' that leads to beheading."

"Someone with such powerful abilities must be a strong supernatural being..."

With this in mind, Zhao Yi quickly entered each room to investigate, but after only wandering around once, he came out and continued to the next room.

Just then, as he was inspecting the middle of the corridor, he suddenly heard footsteps and children's laughter coming from the dark hallway outside...

Because there were many miscellaneous items in the passageway, the sound of the other person stepping on the ground was very harsh.

Zhao Yi didn't immediately go out to chase after him. He lowered his head, swept the room with the candle, and then took out the notebook that was burning hot against his chest.

When opened, numerous ink stains appeared, automatically recording everything Zhao Yi saw, heard, and encountered. Xu Shengzhi had said that besides recording these events to provide him with inspiration, this notebook had another function: it would heat up when Zhao Yi encountered supernatural phenomena.

Judging from the current level of overheating in laptops, there must be a troublesome ghost outside!

After Zhao Yi finished inspecting the room, he went outside and saw a small dark shadow in the distance playing with a ball in the corridor.

It occasionally let out a sharp, giggling laugh, which reached Zhao Yi's eardrums, causing him a sharp pain, as if a needle was constantly piercing them.

The small, dark figure seemed not to have seen Zhao Yi at all, and continued playing by itself.

With a thought, Zhao Yi walked toward the dark figure. As he got closer, the candle in his hand burned brighter and the book on his chest became hotter and hotter!

Finally, Zhao Yi stood ten steps away from the small black shadow and realized that the shadow was actually a ghost infant with a deformed and terrifying appearance and bluish-purple skin all over its body!

A long, bloody umbilical cord was still attached to its belly, leading to a room at the end of the corridor.

Even at such close range, the ghost infant still seemed unable to see Zhao Yi clearly, or perhaps it mistook Zhao Yi for a stone. It was only extremely wary of the red candle in Zhao Yi's hand, letting out a few terrifying, inhuman roars before transforming into a blur and flying towards the end of the corridor...

Zhao Yi looked at the black robe he was wearing, lost in thought.

Clearly, the black robe interfered with the ghosts' perception, and wearing it greatly reduced their hatred towards humans.

Arriving at the spot where the ghost baby had been, Zhao Yi realized that the ghost baby hadn't been playing with a ball, but rather... a bloody human head!

The blood on the severed head's neck hadn't dried yet. Zhao Yi squatted down and rubbed it with his hand, finding it sticky and not even completely cooled.

He died not long ago.

Zhao Yi bent down once more and pressed his ear against the cold ground.

The footsteps on the 6th floor were heading towards the stairwell...

This footstep was completely different from the previous footsteps; it gave people a sense of oppression!

Although it doesn't walk very fast, judging from the sound, it moves quite quickly!

I went from the sixth floor all the way to the stairwell, and then went downstairs.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

It reached the fifth floor, but instead of stopping, it continued to descend.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

Upon reaching the fourth floor, the drum-like footsteps ceased, replaced by a different kind of clattering sound.

That was the sound of walking on flat ground.

That guy... is coming towards me!

P.S.: Little Kaven, I received a red envelope from my older brother today, and he said he'd update 8000 words.

It seems that won't work; I'll return the red envelope.

Then I'll get up early tomorrow to finish 3000 words.