After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 269 The Rancid Room

In the dim corridor, the lights flickered, casting strange shadows.

Ming Nanjin stood there quietly, not saying a word, but staring at the door that looked ordinary but exuded a strange aura with her eyes as sharp as torches.

In the dim light, the door looked old and mysterious, as if it hid countless unknown secrets.

"Jin, did you see someone coming out? Or did someone go in? Or did you hear any noises in there?"

Yan Zeyu looked at Ming Nanjin who had been standing there motionless. He couldn't suppress his curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

His voice trembled slightly, and it was particularly clear in this silent environment. At this moment, he kept glancing at the door, as if something terrible would rush out of it at any time.

The air around seemed to freeze, filled with a tense atmosphere.

Ming Nanjin shook his head slightly, his voice low and brief: "No."

"Then why do you think there is something inside?" Jiang Shiwen asked.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were also full of confusion.

In this gloomy environment, his voice was also tinged with a hint of uneasiness.

"Intuition." Ming Nanjin's answer was still concise and clear.

The two men shut up instantly. They knew very well that they should never doubt a killer's intuition.

This intuition is often developed through countless times on the brink of life and death, and is an important basis for their survival in dangerous environments.

At this moment, the temperature in the corridor seemed to be even lower, making people shiver.

"Then what do we do now?"

Yan Zeyu was so scared that his legs were shaking.

He had never seen such a scene before. Although he had seen many dead bodies, seeing a dead person in such a gloomy and terrifying environment was enough to scare him to death.

His face was pale, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly together, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner fear.

The surrounding walls also seemed to be emitting an oppressive atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

In that eerie and dark abandoned factory, the air seemed to be frozen.

Ming Nanjin stood quietly, like a silent sculpture, his eyes fixed on the mysterious door.

Every expression on his face revealed vigilance and doubt, as if there were countless unknown secrets hidden behind that door.

"The stench is coming from this room."

Ming Nanjin's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy blow, hammering hard into Yan Zeyu's heart.

When Yan Zeyu heard this, he turned pale with fright and his tongue became tied.

"You you you you..." He stuttered and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"What are you talking about? You have polio and can't even speak clearly."

Such a horrific environment was terrifying enough, and Yan Zeyu's appearance frightened Jiang Shiwen even more.

Jiang Shiwen thought the boy had been electrocuted and his heart skipped a beat.

Yan Zeyu tried to calm himself down before speaking again: "Jin, are you telling the truth? The stench of corpses is coming from this room? Does that mean there is a dead person in here?"

Ming Nanjin didn't say anything, but took steady steps and slowly walked towards the door of the room.

Standing at the door of this room, the stench was indeed much stronger than that of the hall I had just entered.

Ming Nanjin frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. Judging from the degree of abandonment of this factory, it has been at least a few years, and it is impossible for the stench of corpses to remain for such a long time.

There is only one possibility, the people inside have been dead for several months...

Ming Nanjin stared at the door in front of him, looking at the mottled number "302" on it, and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he reached out his hand and slowly pushed open the door.

Yan Zeyu and Jiang Shiwen followed closely behind Ming Nanjin, their eyes fixed on the door that was slowly opening.

Jiang Shiwen had a serious look on his face, with his hands on his waist, ready to deal with any emergency at any time. Yan Zeyu was so nervous that he wanted to dig out his eyes and pretend to be blind.

The door slowly opened, and everything inside slowly appeared before the three people.

The floor inside the room was highly rotten. As soon as the door was opened, a group of rats fled in panic.

When Yan Zeyu heard the cry of the mouse, he was so scared that his body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted. He wished he could jump directly to the ceiling.

The mouse didn't scare Jiang Shiwen, but Yan Zeyu's scream frightened Jiang Shiwen. What's the saying? If someone scares someone, they'll scare them to death.

"Fuck, are you sick?"

Jiang Shiwen touched his heart which was almost pounding at 120 because of the fear, and pushed Yan Zeyu hard. Yan Zeyu's legs were weak to begin with, and he almost lost his balance after being pushed.

"What are you doing? I'm scared too!"

Yan Zeyu held his heart, feeling that his heart almost stopped from fright.

"Nothing in this scares me, you scare me."

Jiang Shiwen finally recovered and glared at Yan Zeyu fiercely. Yan Zeyu felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't mean it.

While the two were bickering, Ming Nanjin had already walked in. The wooden floor inside made a creaking sound, which seemed particularly scary in this silent environment.

"Jin, wait for us!"

Hearing Ming Nanjin's footsteps, the two hurriedly followed in.

As soon as they entered, they began to look around this house full of strange atmosphere carefully.

The room was filled with a disgusting stench, and the shabby furniture seemed to be telling stories of the past.

Several rotten chairs were scattered all over the place, making people imagine what kind of chaos had happened here.

This is obviously not an ordinary home, but more like a forgotten dormitory, full of decay and desolation.

Several people frowned deeply as they looked at this eerie and terrifying environment. Above their heads, countless spider webs hung down like ghost tentacles, entwining all visible objects.

The spider webs looked particularly eerie in the dim light, as if they were marks left by time.

The smell in the room was incredibly bad, a mixture of rottenness and dampness that made one's stomach churn.

The sun outside had already set completely, and darkness was pouring in like a tide, but there was still no sign of the moon.

This made the room even darker, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil.

Ming Nanjin's gaze moved slowly across the room, finally landing on a dark shadow in the corner.

The shadow curled up there quietly, as if hiding endless secrets. The two people's eyes also focused on the shadow along with Ming Nanjin's, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

They didn't know what the black shadow was, and their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety.