As Qin Ye ran all the way, he didn't see the paintings, photos on the walls, and the people on them all turned their heads and looked at him dumbly.

It is impossible to say what kind of place the fourth floor is, perhaps it is a parallel space, or perhaps it is a person who has been resenting the memory corridor of that year. In short, it can only be attributed to the miracle of the land of God's abandonment. At least here, he has the opportunity to pursue the truth of the earth building.

He rushed all the way to the end of the "Photo Gallery". Here, there were all hanging paintings.

It was already a painting from the Song Dynasty. The scroll turned yellow, but it did not turn into ashes here. There were nearly twenty paintings in total, and the ones were still painted... family portraits.

Family portrait of the living dead.

Qin Ye looked at the last picture. He had looked carefully before. There were 127 people in the Huang Family Tulou, but on this picture... he counted.

One hundred and twenty-eight people!

The extra one is likely to be the initiator! The real mastermind behind the Huang Family Tulou!

It was him who turned the entire village into a prison for the living dead.

It was him who created the Tai Sui Mingfei Wheel.

It was him who ate Tai Sui and survived by chance!

Everything... starts here.

He was sure that it was this person, because... the people in the Huang family Tulou were unable to go out. They were limited by the abandoned land of God and could only live here without death.

Therefore, this person who is young will not die. He just... went out. Because he had eaten Tai Sui and survived, he was not subject to restrictions, so he could leave.

The photos of Huang Family Tulou... are to record how long he has lived, but to record this person.

Record this bloody executioner!

"No...there is still a problem. Just this is still not enough to be called a great crime and unforgivable..." Qin Ye shook his head and continued to watch.

On the scroll, this person is a little fat. He is on the far left side of the last row and has a nice smile.

But... he couldn't tell who this was.

Because Chinese paintings are mainly freehand painting. The Song Dynasty's words focused on spirit rather than form. Apart from some characteristics, who can know what this person looks like?

Characteristics... Yes... He looked at it carefully, and after a few seconds, his eyes lit up.

There is a mole in the center of this person's neck.

He was sure that this was not something that was dripped on ink, otherwise it would not be so small. It was obviously a special tinge with a brush. Although ancient Chinese paintings valued spirit rather than shape, they would never miss features.

At this moment, the light suddenly turned off and flashed wildly.

Sizzy...bang!

The whole room fell into darkness. In the darkness, a gentle sound of falling to the ground sounded, and then the lights were on again.

The painting... has fallen to the ground.

Qin Ye did not go to pick it up immediately, but looked at the empty room. After a long time, he sighed quietly.

This resentment spans thousands of years.

What did the other party do?

Let the ghosts of this building help him in the dark? After he stepped onto the fourth floor, he not only did not stop him, but instead... he wanted him to see the truth?

He bowed gently, and a king of hell expressed his respect to these ghosts, which was enough. No matter how heavy they were, they could not bear it.

He picked up the painting, but after reading it several times, he never found any new discoveries.

"Why is this?" He lifted the painting in confusion and looked at the light. With a glance, he suddenly realized... something was actually stuck with transparent glue behind the painting!

It was a video tape.

The cold video tape was extremely hot in Qin Ye's hand. He knew that there might be the truth that he could not get!

Why...that

The truth is unforgivable in person!

"If there is a videotape... there must be a videotape... By the way, the radio room!" Qin Ye was thinking very quickly at this moment. He was approaching the final answer infinitely. Every brain cell was working hard for this answer. After thinking about this, he immediately rushed into the room and quickly found it.

Village Chronicles Exhibition Room, County Chronicles Exhibition Room, Ancestral Hall, Huangjia Village List Exhibition Room... Finally, he finally saw the equipment in the radio room!

It was located at the end of the room. When he passed the screen and entered the radio room, endless crying and howling in his ears, spanning thousands of years from the endless void, impacting Qin Ye's heart.

And this broadcast room...is different from all broadcast rooms.

It is very big, but not empty. Because...it's all directions of the walls, full of paintings!

The paintings... are all the same pattern. They are a man - the man with a mole on his neck, wearing clothes from different periods, carrying a bone-cutting knife, and cutting open the picture of the human body!

It is not a sketch, but a simple outline similar to ancient paintings.

There are three people in the painting.

Some men with moles on their necks wore ancient long gowns, some were dressed in Qing Dynasty, and some were dressed in the Republic of China period, but without exception, they were in the same position, clasped their hands on the neck of a young man in the painting. The knife was already pressed against the other person's chest. The other two, one was a young man with a neck strangled, with a look of horror, anger, and incredible. Qin Ye sighed that simple lines could draw such a magical picture.

It is said that paintings that give birth to emotions are good paintings. He doesn't know what the painter is feeling, so he can use a few strokes to outline such a terrifying picture.

The postures of each painting are exactly the same. The man with moles placed different knives around him, and even removed human bones, needles and threads, and various anatomical props... Qin Ye understood that this was the scene of the Ming Concubine of Tai Sui Wheel.

These knives are used to cut open the human body.

These pliers are used to force out bones.

These scissors are designed to cut the adhesion of flesh and blood.

These threads are to sew people up in the end.

But...these two people are still alive!

He is a living person!

No... the woman is dead. On the picture, her abdomen is opened, and a bone cannot be seen, and the man... is also soon.

The entire broadcast room was surrounded by these same and different paintings, which looked extremely strange, and the invisible howling and extreme resentment formed a kind of depressing horror. Even Qin Ye felt the palms cold at this moment.

Standing here, he seemed to be lying on the anatomical stage, livingly, his body was cut open with scissors and scissors, and bones were picked up one by one, and he was sewn little by little... He shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and walked to the radio station.

There is a TV there.

It is an old black and white TV, followed by a video recorder line. In the 1990s, there was no DVD, and the video recorder is a tool for entertainment for most people. It seems to be waiting for his arrival, and these instruments... are all on.

The video tape slowly pushed in. The TV flashed, and then there was a full screen of snowflakes. Six or seven seconds later, the snowflakes suddenly collapsed, and a picture appeared on the TV.

It is pitch black. You can vaguely see the structure of some houses.

But it is not dead silent. It is a sour sound of sharpening the knife, sand... sand... constantly resounding. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of people blowing something.

Soon, a candle was picked up. Because of the light and darkness, he couldn't see who the person holding the lamp was, but he could see clearly... the other party was carrying a long box.

The box was black and heavy. You could see that the person holding the candle was very difficult to carry. With a bang, it was extremely frightening to the ground. In the darkness, there was a terrifying "woo" and "um".

That was the scream of a person's mouth blocked.

The person holding the candle put the candle on the ground, and his whole movement was slow and rapid, as if he had performed many times, and his mood was not stirred. As the box opened, Qin Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

In the box... there are knives and various tools displayed!

Bones, thread, thick needles per decimeter long, hammer, pliers... This... these are all the tools I drew just now!

Qin Ye suddenly understood what a bloody video this was.

The person holding the candle took out a pair of scissors and blew it. During the whole process, the candle did not approach his face. Then, he walked into the darkness with the candle in one hand and the scissors in the other.

Not far away, about one or two meters away, he placed the candle on a table. The light reflected off the light... two people tied to the wooden bed!

A man and a woman, they were all alive, and their eyes were looking at the figure in great horror. They shook their heads desperately, and their mouths kept making "whimpering" sounds.

"Don't be afraid." The figure finally spoke. It was a man. He wiped the scissors with some emotion: "It's not the first time. If there is no anesthetic, just let it go."

On the wooden bed, the young man's eyes were shattering, and his mouth kept whimpering. The man who had spoken before seemed to remember something and pulled the cloth in his mouth open: "I want to say something? Say it... no one here will hear it."

"Why!!" The young man stared at him, his eyes covered with bloodshots, and the picture seemed to be trembling: "Why do you do this!!"

The man seemed to smile: "I have lived for too long and I have to pursue it a little. Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, be good..."

"Are you human?!" The young man's voice was hoarse: "A Lian...but it ruined your grandson! Dad!!"

Qin Ye's calm face suddenly became stiff.

He shook his head gently, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the picture in disbelief.

Obviously, these are the two corpses of the Tai Sui Wheel Concubine Ming, and the person who made him was the unforgivable soul. But he never expected that these two corpses... turned out to be the son and daughter-in-law of this person!

"Damn..." Thousands of words gathered into this sentence at this moment.

He had also eaten Tai Sui, and he knew very well that such people seemed to be free and unlucky, but in fact, there were only a few who were not crazy after a hundred years. That loneliness that was like a shadow, the barrier of people and me alone, the loneliness that was incompatible with the world, the wood that was stagnant... these are enough to drive people crazy.

Either they are cynical and do whatever they want. Or they are like Li Zhenshu, and they have great enlightenment and enlightenment.

But... this person has a family.

Even if there is a wife and children, there will be a grandson immediately. However... he actually dissected his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson with his own hands!

"Don't be afraid." In the picture, the man gently stroked the young man's face, and the yellowed long gown was like the robe of the god of death: "It will be finished soon. Can't you think about your father?"

"I gave birth to you and raised you. Your mother is so shameless. Isn't it normal for me to take your life back now?"

The young man was trembling all over and said tremblingly: "Dad... think about your grandson! A Lian is about to give birth! Please, please! At least let her go!"

The man sighed.

The next second, a scissor suddenly penetrated into A Lian's navel, and suddenly a stream of blood burst out!

"Woo-Woo-Woo!!!" A Lian's shrill groan suddenly echoed throughout the room. Her limbs were cramping and sweating was pouring down.

"you!!!!"
Chapter completed!