This is not a weird story

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

He didn't know what was waiting for him in the crematorium, but he knew that if he wanted to find a way to break this Colosseum, he had to enter the crematorium.

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

The grimace is just a manifestation of the externalization of the rules. In the final analysis, the grimace is still the central rule of the Colosseum.

There are no rules and no faces.

Now without the restraints of bloodshot eyes, Wei An walked very briskly and quickly approached the building where the big chimney was located.

There are two offices at the outermost part of the building, but the doors are open at the moment and no one is seen.

Wei An took a look 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, and because the space is too dark, the corridor is always lit.

However, the light was also very dim. It felt like it was just enough to illuminate the corridor, but instead it made the surrounding area look gloomy.

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

Wei An glanced at the opposite side of the corridor. There was a door with a sign on the door that said "Display Room".

He didn't know what was on display here, so he tried to push the door gently, 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 and seemed to come from the end of the corridor.

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

Wei An turned around and looked at the crack in the door he pushed open again. There was also a light on inside, but because the light was stable and did not waver, he could quickly see clearly what was inside.

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

Wei An stood at the door and pushed the door open a little. He scanned the room carefully and found that most of the items displayed inside were urns, and there were several brand new wreaths stacked on top of each other.

A smell of wood and an indescribable smell filled the room and penetrated into Wei'an's nostrils. He couldn't help but wrinkle 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 physical experience.

Wei An looked down at his atrophied arm, and found that it was still in the same shape and had not recovered, but this did not hinder his actions 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 walking two steps in, I saw a black and white photo of an old man embedded in the front of one of the urns on the wooden stand closest to the door.

As expected, these boxes already contained ashes.

The current Colosseum has not shown any plot hints so far, or because Wei An has broken the inherent plot of a funeral street and appeared in the crematorium, there cannot be any plot hints.

Wei An was not prepared to use plot speculation, because judging from the results of the speculation just now, the plot here seemed to be confusing, and there was no point in continuing to waste energy.

He looked around and found nothing suspicious here. When he was about to leave, his eyes narrowed slightly and turned to the other urn next to the old man's urn.

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

Wei An approached the urn, opened his eyes and looked at the blurry photo carefully, and then realized that the photo did not seem to be a human figure, but an oval-shaped object.

He was wondering whether the image in this photo was blurry for some reason, or whether it was just like this in the first place.

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

An idea came to mind. Wei An glanced at the urn first, and then looked at the photo.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that this photo looked like this. It looked like a flat piece of meat, but because there was no reference, I didn’t know how big the flat piece of meat was.

Feeling a little surprised, Wei An looked at the urn next to him again, and saw that the photo in front of the next urn was clearly that of a little girl, and the next urn was that of a middle-aged man.

He continued to look at the urn behind him, and then he was slightly startled. He saw that the photo in front of the urn was different again. It was 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 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 by this thing?" Wei An picked up the urn and weighed it in his hand.

He just stood there and didn't notice any changes. He soon discovered something strange about the other urn photos.

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

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

Click——

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

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

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

As he got closer, he could see the shadow cast in from the outside more and more clearly, but the shadow faded and disappeared after he was completely close to the door.

Wei An immediately went to the door and took a look. There was no one outside. He only saw a pair of black leather shoes neatly placed on the ground near the crack of the door.

The leather shoes are very old and have some cracks on the front.

Wei An opened the door, stepped over the pair of leather shoes and stood in the corridor, looking around but saw nothing.

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

Suddenly, there was a sudden push forward. Wei An took two quick steps forward, then quickly turned around and saw that the door had been closed with a bang.

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

But 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 seeping out from under the leather shoes, slowly soaking into the gaps in the corridor floor tiles, and moving purposefully towards him along the gaps. spread.

At this time, he couldn't take out any weapons and equipment. Wei An subconsciously took two steps aside and saw that the blood that penetrated seemed to be able to be traced and spread rapidly toward him again along the gaps in the floor tiles.

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

Wei An retreated again, avoiding the approach of the blood.

But the blood still flowed relentlessly towards him.

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

At the same time, a cold feeling hit me from my back, and my hair stood on end instantly.

There was strange blood approaching in the past, and danger was approaching in the future, but at this moment, I had no support for ordinary participants.

Wei An no longer hesitated and immediately activated the "spectator 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.