The Basic Law of the Routine of the Infinite World

Every magazine Xiuyan opened and looked at, nothing unusual, until the last one, an article caught Xiuyan's attention.

"Shocked! Our city's Sunshine Orphanage was on fire at night! It was the murderer!"

Xiu Yan's brows jumped when he saw it: "What a mess! The UC editor went to harm the magazine publishing house?"

Xiu Yan directly ignored the article and turned to the next page, but this article made Xiu Yan's eyes slightly twitch.

"Haunted house! The ghosts of the Sunshine Orphanage are still alive, and several construction workers have died mysteriously."

Xiuyan opened another page: "Ghost shadows linger, figures in collapsed houses."

Next to the magazine, there was a small stack of newspapers. Xiu Yan opened it and saw that it was full of ghost stories from the Sunshine Orphanage, and even some tragic photos of the scene.

The corner of Xiu Yan's mouth raised: "Interesting."

At this moment, there was a creaking sound in the corridor outside the house. It was the sound of something stepping on the old wooden floor.

Xiu Yan slowly put down the magazine in his hand, turned his head and looked towards the door.

"Squeak~ Ya~" The old-fashioned wooden board's lament continued.

"Anyone?" Xiu Yan asked tentatively.

Who knew that just after his words fell, the slow creaking sound of the wooden board changed instantly, and turned into a rushing sound of running. The next moment, Xiuyan felt that his door was slammed hard. , and even the dust in the house was shaken down.

"It's okay, you have a good temper." Xiu Yan dragged his chin and looked at the door, his tone was full of provocation: "Come on, if you can crash in, I will lose!"

"Bang!" After a loud bang, Xiu Yan made a squeaking sound.

It was the sound of the door beam cracking.

But Xiuyan was not panicking, he looked at the door and said to himself: "So, if it is a supernatural event, then I can't run away, and if it is some kind of phantom demon, I don't need to be cowardly. "

As he said that, he glanced around the room, but found that there was nothing that could be used as a weapon.

In the end, his eyes fell on those magazines again.

"Forget it, let's make do with it." Xiu Yan picked up a few magazines, tore off all their pages, and rolled them in a certain direction, especially the solid ones.

After finishing the roll, Xiu Yanyou rolled up the newspaper and folded it in half.

The weapon appeared in his hand.

Under some special conditions, the lethality of the rolled up newspaper is comparable to that of a hammer.

The bang bang bang bang continued.

Xiuyan didn't hesitate at all, and went to the door and rammed a newspaper.

"Crack!"

A loud bang appeared, and a hole was smashed out of the wooden door.

Xiuyan was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and looked at it, wondering, "When did I become so strong?"

However, these things were quickly forgotten by Xiuyan, because the scene in front of him attracted his attention even more.

First of all, when Xiuyan knocked on the door, all the sounds stopped.

Outside the door is a corridor, an empty corridor.

It was as if no one had knocked on the door just now.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand and opened the broken hole, bent down and stepped out of the hole, and entered the corridor. Only then did he realize that the corridor seemed to have no end.

Both sides are extending infinitely.

This completely did not match the memory of the small hotel in Xiuyan's mind.

There are photo frames hanging on both sides of the corridor wall, and next to each photo frame is a small oil lamp hanging from the wall.

However, when looking at the photos in the big frame, Xiu Yana's indifferent expression became slightly ugly.

There is no reason for him, because the picture is so miserable.

There is a name under each screen, a name that Xiuyan was very familiar with before.

On the screen, it is their death.

Li Wen, this is a little guy who is only four years old. In the picture, in the wreckage, his carbon black body stretches forward, and his legs are firmly pressed by a beam.

Liu Peng, he is nine years old, but in the picture, his body is curled up like a shrimp. I don't know if he is waiting to die in this posture, or he is roasted like this by the flame.

Zhao Ming, twelve years old, is as strong as a calf on weekdays, but at this time, he was crushed by a piece of debris, leaving only a head outside.

Every picture is like this, every child is covered in charred black.

Among them, a picture directly pierced Xiuyan's heart.

This is the charred body of an adult, she just lay on the ground, but a gap in the back of her head marked her identity.

Xiu Yan's body trembled slightly. These were all people who died in the fire that year.

"Why~~~"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from nowhere, echoing in the corridor.

"Who!" Xiu Yan shouted angrily, "Come out!"