this is not a joke

Chapter 610 Crematorium

From Wei An's point of view, he has now passed the most deadly hurdle.

He doesn't know what is waiting for him in the crematorium, but he knows that if he wants to find a way to break the Colosseum, he must enter the crematorium.

This crematorium is the core of the entire Colosseum, where the rules run, and where the grimace can really be shown.

The grimace is just an appearance of the externalization of the rules. After all, the grimace is still the central rule of the Colosseum.

There are no rules, and there are no funny faces to speak of.

Now without the shackles of blood, Wei An walked briskly, and quickly approached the building where the big chimney was.

There are two offices on the outermost side of the building, but the door is open at the moment, and no one is seen.

Wei An glanced inside, then entered one of the offices, and came to the back of the office through an open door on the other side of the office.

There is a corridor here, because the space is too dark, so the corridor is lit at all times.

However, the light was also very dim, and it felt like it was just enough to illuminate the corridor, but instead it looked gloomy.

The light bulb in this corridor is not fixed, but a wire is hanging down, swinging from side to side, but there is no wind around.

Wei An glanced at the diagonally opposite side of the corridor, there was a door with a sign on it that said "Show Room".

He didn't know what was standing here, so he tried to push the door lightly, and the door immediately opened a crack inside.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. It was the sound of leather shoes. It sounded very empty, as if it came from the end of the corridor.

But when Wei An looked up, he couldn't see anything in that direction because of the dim light.

Wei An turned his head and looked at the crack of the door he had pushed open again. There was also a light on inside, but because the light was stable and did not shake, he could quickly see what was inside.

Inside the room are rows of wooden frames, each of which has about five floors, and each layer contains black or brown urns of different sizes and shapes.

Wei An stood at the door and pushed the door open a little. After carefully scanning the room, he found that there were basically urns and several brand new wreaths stacked together.

A smell of wood and an indescribable smell permeated the room, piercing into Wei An's nostrils, and he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

Although I know that I am only conscious here at this moment, this sensory reality is still very strong, exactly the same as the real experience in the body.

Wei An glanced down at the shriveled arm just now, and found that it was still the same and hadn't recovered, but it didn't hinder his actions too much.

He had a feeling that the urns placed in this room were not empty, but filled with ashes, so he smelled a strange smell different from wood.

After two steps in, I saw a black and white photo embedded in front of one of the urns on the wooden shelf closest to the door, which looked like an old man.

Sure enough, these boxes had already contained ashes.

At present, there has not been any plot hints in this colosseum so far, or because Wei An has broken the inherent plot of the funeral street and appeared in the crematorium, so there is no possibility of any plot hints.

Wei An is not going to speculate with the plot, because according to the results of the speculation just now, the plot here seems to be chaotic, and it is meaningless to continue to consume energy.

He looked around and didn't find anything suspicious here. When he was about to leave, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to another urn next to the old man's urn just now.

This urn is a little smaller, and it looks a bit square. There is also a black and white photo in front of the box, but it seems a little blurry.

Wei An approached the urn, carefully looked at the blurry photo with wide eyes, and then found that the photo did not seem to be a portrait, but an oval object.

He wondered what caused the blurry image in this photo, or whether it was taken like this in the first place.

"Could it be...the ashes in this urn are not human?"

A thought popped up, Wei An first glanced at the urn, and then looked at the photo.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that this photo looks like this. It looks like a flat piece of meat, but because there is no reference, I don't know how big this flat piece of meat is.

Feeling a little surprised, Wei An looked at the urn next to it again, and saw that the picture directly in front of the next urn was very clear, it looked like a little girl, and the next urn was a middle-aged man.

He continued to look at the urn at the back, and then he was slightly taken aback, and saw that the photo in front of the urn was different again, not a black and white portrait, but something similar to a hornet's nest.

If you take a closer look, it does look like a hornet's nest, but if you look at it from another angle, it looks like an oval human head. Those honeycomb eyes look like extremely weird eyes, staring at you.

"Could it be that the ashes in this urn were burned out by this thing?" Wei An picked up the urn and weighed it in his hand.

Just standing there without noticing any changes, he soon discovered the weirdness of the other urn photos.

Some photos are indeed not people, sometimes it is a black shadow, sometimes it is a ball of hair, and there is a person with a completely deformed face, and there is a wisp of smoke and dust. I saw him in the photo later saw a snake.

This snake is very big, because it hovers around the big chimney outside in the photo, and this urn is also very big, almost three or four times the size of other urns, and it is still set in the shape of a coffin.

click -

At this moment, the door of the display room suddenly made a sound, as if someone had pushed the door.

Wei An immediately turned around to look, and found that the crack in the door was still the same as before, there was no difference, but there seemed to be a black shadow standing there outside the door.

He approached slowly from the direction behind the door calmly, tiptoeing without making a sound.

As he got closer, he also saw more and more clearly the shadow projected from the outside, but the shadow faded and disappeared as soon as he was completely close to the door.

Wei An immediately went to the door to have a look, but there was no one outside, only a pair of black leather shoes were neatly placed on the ground near the crack of the door.

The leather shoes are very old, and the front end has some cracks.

Wei An pulled the door open, stepped over the pair of leather shoes and stood in the corridor, looked left and right but saw nothing.

At this moment, a pale and slender arm stretched out from behind him, that is, through the door he had just walked out of, and slowly approached Wei An's back.

Suddenly, a forward thrust suddenly occurred, Wei An took two quick steps forward, and then quickly turned around, seeing that the door had been closed with a bang.

He could feel that the things in the display room were not malicious to him, and it seemed that outsiders were not welcome to enter.

However, when he lowered his head and looked at the leather shoes placed at the door of the display room again, he saw a piece of scarlet blood oozing from the bottom of the shoes, slowly soaking into the gaps in the floor tiles in the corridor, along the gaps to his side. spread.

At this time, he couldn't take out any weapons and equipment, Wei An subconsciously took two steps aside, and saw the seeping blood seemed to be able to track, and it was facing him again, spreading rapidly along the gaps in the floor tiles.

However, the pair of black leather shoes were still in place and did not move.

Wei An stepped back again, avoiding the approach of the blood.

But the blood still flowed unrelentingly towards him.

At this moment, in the corridor behind Wei An, the familiar footsteps just now sounded again, and it was also the sound of wearing leather shoes on the ground.

At the same time, a chill came from his back, and his hair stood on end in an instant.

There was strange blood approaching before, and danger was approaching later, but at this moment, I did not have the support of an ordinary participant.

Wei An no longer hesitated, and immediately activated the "bystander mode".

The moment his figure disappeared, the blood flowed to his feet, and the sound of leather shoes behind him stopped. Not long after, a head hung upside down from the ceiling of the corridor, with long hair like a mop, motionless.

(End of this chapter)