After seeing the ghost, Min Yuxin and Han Mengyuan were so scared that they ran around and had already scattered with Ye Ting and Chen Mujun.

Walking in the quiet and empty corridor, there was a hint of coolness from the bottom of my heart, and even my heart was covered with a hint of gloom. The atmosphere was suppressed so that the string in my heart was about to break at any time. Han Mengyuan pulled Min Yuxin, her pretty little face was pale and purple, and she swallowed her saliva in big mouthfuls, "Xin'er, I'm really scared, let's go back!"

Why didn't Min Yuxin want to go back? Thinking of her sister who advised her before, but she didn't take it seriously, she really regretted it now. They had already taken the elevator up and down for countless round trips, and they couldn't go to the first floor at all. They were always wandering on the tenth floor. It was dark and terrifying, and they seemed to have been abandoned in another world.

Now, Han Mengyuan is completely afraid of elevators and may not want to take another seat in her lifetime. "Xin'er, wouldn't we take the stairs?"

Min Yuxin nodded slightly, "Okay, let's go and try it." She looked sideways at the dark night outside the window, and always felt that it was a little different from what she had seen before. The Buddha became even more gloomy and no longer shining, as if she was shrouded in a large net with black fog and evil spirits, which was inexplicably depressing.

She secretly suppressed the endless fear in her heart, and felt a little uneasy in her heart, "Let's go." She held Han Mengyuan's hand, "We two must not let go, do you know?"

Han Mengyuan nodded heavily. She didn't dare to let go, for fear that she would lose the only person who could accompany her in the world. She was also afraid that the person who grabbed her hands would no longer be the original Min Yuxin.

If she was the only one left in this world, as long as she thought of that possibility, Han Mengyuan would be chilled.

Walking slowly at the entrance of the corridor, pushing open the door of the fire passage hard, the dark stairs spread down, and you can't even see what it looks like below. Min Yuxin and Han Mengyuan swallowed, clenched each other's hands, and cheered each other, "I, let's go!"

"Well, don't let go, no matter what you encounter, do you know?"

One person touched the wall, the other person touched the handrail, and almost staggered down in the corridor where he could not see his fingers.

Their phones now have the only features limited to lighting, and there is no signal here.

"Xin'er, how many layers have we walked?"

"There are probably six floors!"

"We will arrive after walking the fourth floor?" A hint of joy was hidden in the trembling words.

Min Yuxin made a heavy "hmm" sound, lit the number of steps on the stairs. When they arrived on the first floor, both of them breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived safely.

"Let's go out and see the floor numbers."

Han Mengyuan held her friend's cold little hand tightly, swallowed her saliva, and said with a sad face, "I, I dare not look, I'm afraid!"

Min Yuxin took a deep breath, "Don't be afraid, I see, close your eyes."

At this time, Min Yuxin was her backbone. She was willing to do whatever she asked her to do. She closed her eyes and held Min Yuxin's hand tightly, for fear that she would disappear.

Faced with such a situation, everyone would be afraid, but Min Yuxin could only cheer herself up. She was a child of the Min family and could not be afraid. She turned to the floor number. When the number ‘1o’ entered her mind, she was still scared and sweated.

After a long time, Han Mengyuan couldn't hear Xin'er's voice. She was already panicked and asked in a crying voice, "Xin'er, what's wrong? Are we still on the tenth floor?"

Min Yuxin took several deep breaths in her heart. Han Mengyuan stomped her feet in a hurry and opened her eyes suddenly. She saw the floor number of ‘1o’ without surprise. She was so scared that she cried loudly, "It's over, we can't get out. We will be trapped here for the rest of our lives. I want to go home. I will never play any horror games again, ah..."

Min Yuxin felt uncomfortable, and her eyes were red silently. She didn't know how worried her parents were now?

As soon as Yang Xian came out of the elevator, he heard the girl's crying. He took out a talisman paper and stuck it on the wall. Then he rushed towards the sound. "Is anyone?"

"Who is crying? Can you hear me?"

Suddenly hearing a bass sound, Han Mengyuan excitedly held Xin'er's hand and shook it constantly, "Someone must be here to save us."

Min Yuxin's face became solemn, she was not as optimistic as Meng Yuan.

I wanted to tell Han Mengyuan not to be happy too early, but it was too late to stop her cry for help, "Here, we are here!"

Seeing an old Taoist holding a peach wood sword coming, but he seemed to have not seen them, running around the corridor. Han Mengyuan's tears were almost shedding, "We are here, where are you going?"

Yang Xian tried to find it with his voice, but found that he could not even see a figure. He thought that he had not come to another world at all, so he turned around and decided to look at the talisman at the elevator entrance.

When he came to the elevator entrance again, he did not show the talisman paper and his face became solemn.

The fifth nian did not meet Yang Xian and his disciples at the elevator entrance. Instead, he saw three talisman papers sticking at the elevator entrance. He thought they had arrived and might have seen something to chase after him. The fifth nian pasted another talisman paper to prove that he had been here and saw the signal they gave.

Keep the clear mirror in the table. This floor seems to be the one she has been to. She couldn't help but wonder, what's going on?

The first time I came to the place was clearly ten floors, and the floor she had just finished was also ten floors, but it made her a little unfamiliar.

Is there a third and fourth dimension space in addition to the second dimension space?

Thinking of this, the fifth thought turned around and returned to the elevator entrance.

She found that the talisman paper was gone, and the wall was already naked at this time. She found a windowsill to sit down. If there were many spaces here, it would be equivalent to a big maze. It would be extremely difficult for her to find Min Yuxin and others. Her eyes accidentally touched the paintings on the wall, which were very sloppy, but she was sure that these paintings should have been from the other party, because they were almost exactly the same as the paintings on the drawing board. The fifth thought gently brushed the paintings on the wall, with different shapes and no fixed posture at all. In other words, her paintings were very casual and unrestrained.

At this time, she felt like the red line on her ring finger was being pulled. It should be that Min Yuchen had the result of the investigation. She immediately asked happily, "Is there any result?"

"Well, there is someone who fits your description. The deceased's name is Wang Qinghui. She is a patient with autism and depression. She was only twenty years old when she died. She is twelve years old. She likes to draw and paints all the time."

Wang Qinghui has suffered from autism since she was a child. When she was depressed, she would have a temper, throw things, and even self-harm. Her family was afraid. Later, when she came into contact with painting, she became different. Although she still didn't speak, she would no longer be angry, would not hurt others, and would even hurt herself. Her parents thought this was a good phenomenon.

I bought her the first drawing board in history, and even died in the end, it was the drawing board that accompanied her.

Wang Qinghui began to go to school to receive knowledge like other children. Her parents also hoped that she could get in touch with the crowd and had one or two close friends, but the children seemed to be unable to accept alternative children like Wang Qinghui.

If you do something special, whether it is a good child, a bad child, or a good child, you will either be a star, or be isolated, or excluded. Wang Qinghui is miserable and bullied by her classmates. She will either lose her schoolbag every day, or the book will be thrown into the trash can, and even the brush will be broken, and being called mentally ill is an ordinary thing.

This situation continued until college. Wang Qinghui's grades were excellent. Even though she was drawing every class, or even drawing some drawings that others couldn't understand, the grades in other classes were very good. If she hadn't been the first in the class, even the teacher would have thought she had cheated.

My parents thought that this was the beginning of Qinghui's change of direction, but they didn't know that college was their nightmare.

There is a three-good student in the class. Yu Yu used to be in the same high school and Wang Qinghui. She regarded Wang Qinghui as a thorn in her eyes for the sake of grades. Now she has been admitted to the Royal Academy and she is ranked second, which is definitely a shame for her.

She secretly competed with Wang Qinghui when she was able to be assigned to a class again. She insisted on letting out a sigh of anger openly and secretly.

At first, Yu Yu just incited her friends and even suitors to bully Wang Qinghui, so that later she led a few good sisters to deal with Wang Qinghui himself. A small matter would touch Yu Yu. If you beat him once, you would have a second time. After the fight, you would feel happy.

Wang Qinghui is the kind of dull gourd that I won’t fight back even if I hit me, but just holds the drawing board in my arms tightly.

The beating should have comforted Yu Yu's heart, but Wang Qinghui didn't cry or make a fuss, as if she was ignoring her, which made the fire in Yu Yu's heart even more prosperous.

She expected Wang Qinghui to beg for mercy because of the pain, until Wang Qinghui closed her eyes forever, and she did not hear a beg for mercy.

Yu Yuxing, Wang Qinghui only cares about the drawing board.

Yu Yu was so excited to hear her crying and begging for mercy. With the help of her good sisters, she grabbed the drawing board, but she didn't expect that this action would really anger Wang Qinghui. She opened her mouth and said the first sentence, "Give me the drawing board back."

Yu Yu smiled, "I thought you were a mute and wanted to draw the board. OK, kneel on the ground and beg me! Maybe I will return the drawing board to you?"

Finally, he saw a different expression on the face of the pretended cold and arrogant Wang Qinghui, which made Yu Yu feel very accomplished.

"I said I'll give me the things."

Wang Qinghui was very persistent, and she didn't bow her head, apologize or beg for mercy. She was just very persistent in the drawing board. Even if she was beaten again, she would still only say the words, "Give me the drawing board back."

Yu Yu was tired of fighting and knew that he felt bored. He raised the painting board and then floated out of the place outside the roof behind him. However, no one expected that Wang Qinghui would rush out and fall down with the painting board until she fell to the ground. Even when she died, she would open her eyes and fall in a pool of blood. She looked extremely terrifying.

Everyone was frightened, and even Yu Yu never thought that Wang Qinghui would jump off the building with her painting board in her arms.

After listening to Min Yuchen's story, Wu Nian sighed lightly, "Internet violence is really terrible!"

"Have you found Xin'er and the others?"

"No, I've come to a multi-dimensional space, like a large maze, but don't worry, Xin'er and the others are fine for the time being. It seems that I can only find her from the paintings she painted on the wall." He hurriedly cut off the connection with Min Yuchen, and Wu Nian put his eyes on the paintings on the wall. Although it seemed like a monster, it was big and small. Each set of connections seemed to be regular, like a human figure, and it was very healthy at the beginning, but the painting behind it had a few legs, and the other was so thin that it was almost impossible to see what Wang Qinghui was painting?

The steps of Wu Nian took slowly, and a little girl with clear soup noodles was squatting in the dark corner. She was drawing with a paintbrush, with a very peaceful and peaceful expression. She could even see a ghost-free peace on her face. Wu Nian called her name lightly, "Wang Qinghui?"

The girl was still painting with her hand holding the brush, as if she was not disturbed by the fifth thought.

Seeing that she had painted to the corner of the wall, there was no other space to paint.

I thought she would stop, but I didn't expect that she would go to the other side and was about to disappear at the end of the corridor. The fifth thought chased forward without thinking. She didn't know where she was. She was still the corridor just now, but the walls were very clean.

She started to draw again, like a tireless bird.

This time, the fifth nun did not disturb her, but watched her draw quietly.

Wang Qinghui is a very quiet ghost. Drawing seems to be her whole body. From her sight, the fifth thought seems to reveal her tenderness.

Along the way, the fifth thought seemed to understand what she was painting?

He immediately pulled the red line under his ring finger, "Min Yuchen, tell me, does Wang Qinghui have a younger brother or a younger sister?"

"How did you know she has a younger brother?"

"Did her father lack a leg?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Min Yuchen's face, "Well, yes, I was amputated in a car accident."

"Go and find her family right away, I think I may know..." In the blink of an eye, Wang Qinghui turned around and no one was seen. "Wang Qinghui? Wang Qinghui? I lost her again. Go and find Wang Qinghui's parents and brother quickly. I'll go find her first." I hurriedly cut off the contact again.

She found another head from this end of the corridor, but never found Wang Qinghui.

The fifth thought may have understood why there are countless spaces here. Wang Qinghui treats the walls as drawing paper. When a piece of drawing paper is used up, she naturally needs to replace it with new ones. So these spaces are her drawing paper, and are they trapped in Wang Qinghui's drawing paper?

In a corridor, she was about to break her legs, and now she has nothing but herself.

Because she ran too many times, she probably saw some tricks. She painted casually, whether it was walls, ground, or ceiling, there were her paintings everywhere, but there was only one place without them.

She turned around and ran back to the elevator, and there was no trace of being painted in the elevator, which means that the elevator was the only space and the only way to take them back to their original world.

The fifth thought plunged into the elevator and then pressed all the floors. Whenever the elevator door opened, she would shout, "Is there anyone?"

But every time the number of floors will stop at ten floors, "Is there anyone?"

I don’t know how many times I have repeated it, but finally someone replied to them on a certain level. The voice was a bit surprised, but more of it was fear, “Who?”

Hearing this voice, Wu Nian was delighted, "Yu Xin?"

"Sister, sister?"

"It's me."

"Why are you here?"
To be continued...