The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

Xiu Yan tried to push and pull the door again, but to no avail.

"Eighty percent of the cases are supernatural phenomena." Xiuyan stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his brows: "Of course, it doesn't rule out that I entered a kind of fantasy due to some inexplicable reasons, but I always feel that my memory is lacking. I got a lot of things."

While talking, Xiu Yan stretched out his hand and shook it, the feeling of emptiness in his hand made him frown slightly: "No... there should be something in his hand."

However, the situation in front of him was that he was locked in the room, so Xiu Yan simply turned around and checked every detail in the room.

He lifted the quilt first, and a damp and musty smell came over his face.

"I swear, I definitely didn't choose this place." Xiuyan pinched his nose while touching the quilt, but naturally found nothing.

Then, he checked under the bed again.

But there was nothing under the wire bed except finger-thick dust.

After reading this, Xiu Yan moved his gaze to the table. Apart from a bed, there was only one table left in this room.

On the table was Xiu Yan's bloody bottle of mineral water, and these few magazines.

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

"Shocked! The Sunshine Orphanage in our city was caught in a fire at night! It was the murderer!"

Xiuyan frowned when he saw it: "What the hell! Did the UC editor go to the magazine publishing house?"

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

"Haunted house! Sunshine Orphanage is full of souls, and several construction workers died strangely."

Xiu Yan opened another page: "Ghost shadows linger, figures in the collapsed house."

Next to the magazine, there was a small stack of newspapers. Xiuyan opened it and looked, and found that it was full of ghost stories about the Sunshine Orphanage, and there were even some tragic photos of the scene.

The corner of Xiuyan'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~ah~" The mournful sound of the old-fashioned wooden board continued.

"Is anyone there?" Xiu Yan asked tentatively.

Who knew that as soon as his words fell, the slow creaking sound of the wooden boards changed instantly, and turned into a sound of hurried running. The next moment, Xiu Yan felt his room door being slammed hard , Even the dust in the house was shaken down.

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

"Boom!" After a loud noise, Xiu Yan heard a crackling sound.

That was the sound of the door beam cracking.

But Xiuyan didn't panic, he looked at the door, and said to himself: "So, if it's a supernatural event, then I can't run away, and if it's some phantom demon, I don't have to be cowardly. "

As he spoke, he scanned 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 Yan rolled up the newspaper and folded it in half.

A weapon appeared in his hand.

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

The banging on the door continued.

Xiu Yan didn't hesitate at all, walked to the door and rammed down the newspaper.

"Crack!"

There was a loud noise, and a hole was smashed into the wooden door.

Xiuyan was stunned for a moment, he raised his hand to look at it, and asked doubtfully, "When did I gain so much strength?"

However, these things were quickly forgotten by Xiu Yan, 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 was a corridor, an empty corridor.

It was as if no one had knocked on the door at all.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand to open the big damaged 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 infinitely extended.

This is completely inconsistent with 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. There are little flames flickering on the oil lamp, and the photo frame can be seen vaguely.

However, when looking at the photo in Da Na's photo frame, Xiu Yan's indifferent expression became slightly ugly.

There is no other reason, because the scene is too miserable.

There is a name under each screen, names that Xiu Yan 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. On the screen, amidst the wreckage, his charcoal body is stretched forward, and his legs are firmly held down by a crossbeam.

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 flames.

Zhao Ming, twelve years old, was usually as strong as a calf, but at this moment, he was crushed by the ruins, leaving only his head outside.

Every picture is like this, and every child's body is covered with scorched black.

Among them, a picture directly poked Xiu Yan's heart.

This is the scorched black body of an adult, she was just lying on the ground, but a gap in the back of the 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 and echoed in the corridor.

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