Chapter 43 Escape
“Doctor.” Fatty noticed something was off with Jiang Cheng and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Huai Yi seemed to sense something was amiss as well. He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, but apart from the rows of heads with their eyes closed in peaceful repose, and some broken limbs, he didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

Jiang Cheng slowly straightened up, his peripheral vision quickly scanning the shelves where the heads were displayed. The heads all had their eyes tightly shut, completely different from what he had seen before.

But at that moment, Jiang Cheng clenched his fingers, because through the reflection of the glass jar in front of him, the pale heads not only had their eyes open, but their originally serene faces were also twisted into grotesque expressions.

“It’s nothing,” Jiang Cheng said in a calm voice. “We’ve signed the book, let’s get out of here.”

Although he felt something was wrong, Fatty didn’t think too much about it since the doctor had spoken. He obediently followed behind Jiang Cheng, and the group headed out.

But as they walked, they felt something was off. The temperature inside the display room was dropping lower and lower, and with each breath, they could even see their breath fogging up.

“Jiang… Brother Jiang.” Wen Liangshan was truly scared. He remembered Fatty saying that his yintang (the area between the eyebrows) was dark, a sign of great misfortune, and he worried that it was coming true here.

The display room was divided into two sections, an inner and an outer room. The path through the inner room wasn’t complicated. After going around a few rows of shelves standing in the center of the room, they should be able to see a double wooden door leading to another, slightly larger room outside.

But they had walked around and around several times, and still couldn’t find the door.

Even Wen Liangshan realized there was a problem.

“We… are we stuck in a ghost wall?” Wen Liangshan stammered, looking utterly useless.

“Look there!” Fatty suddenly said.

Following the direction he was pointing, they saw a row of display shelves in a relatively remote location, against the wall, with a row of glass jars on top.

But strangely, these glass jars were all empty, but not completely empty, because there was still liquid for preserving specimens inside.

Under the light, the liquid contained flocculent impurities floating around, as if someone had just stirred them vigorously.

His pupils slowly constricted, Jiang Cheng noticed that there was something resembling water stains near these empty specimen jars, giving the impression that something had crawled out of the jars not long ago.

“Drip.”

A drop of liquid fell from the ceiling, landing right on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. As the liquid fell, a strange, pungent smell spread.

It was the kind of stuff used to preserve corpses.

Jiang Cheng was no stranger to this smell.

Huai Yi, Fatty, and even Wen Liangshan, all realized this. These empty glass jars originally contained things like hands and feet, and now…

These things were all above their heads, on that dark ceiling.

Fatty gulped, and no one dared to look up, because the first person to look up might see the most terrifying sight of their lives.

Everyone stood in place, the atmosphere suddenly becoming stiff.

“Drip.”

“Drip.”

…

More and more of the pungent liquid dripped from above, some even landing on their heads and faces.

That cold, viscous texture, like a nightmare, was deeply etched into their memories.

Although they didn’t dare to look up, they were still trying to observe their surroundings.

This scene wouldn’t last long. Those ghostly things would definitely not let them go just because they refused to look up.

Moreover… they didn’t have much time left.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng noticed a very abnormal situation. Through the reflection of a glass jar beside him, he saw a row of heads appearing not far behind them.

The heads were placed in glass jars, and at that moment, they were staring at them with resentment, as if coveting the aura of the living on their bodies, wanting to keep them all here.

But the heads should be in the last row. They had already walked a long way. Could it be that the heads had followed them all the way here?

With a hint of doubt, Jiang Cheng began to re-examine the situation. He changed his angle and found a display rack that could just reflect the row of empty glass jars in front.

To his surprise, in the reflected image, the glass jars were not empty. They contained specimens, which, although they looked scary, were all very well-behaved.

After a little thought, Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had found the direction.

More precisely, the way to leave this place.

“Everyone, come here,” Jiang Cheng said.

Hearing this, everyone quickly moved closer to Jiang Cheng, forming a circle.

“In a moment, everyone get your phones ready, turn on the flashlights, but first press down on them with your fingers, don’t let any light out.” Jiang Cheng’s voice was very soft, as if afraid of being heard by something. “Then I’ll count to three, and everyone immediately turn around and shine your phone lights behind you.”

“The movements must be fast, and the light must be aimed a little higher, about the height of the highest shelf of the display rack.” Jiang Cheng didn’t explain the reason, he just told them what to do.

Fortunately, everyone was clear about the situation, and no one wasted time talking.

“Understood.”

Then, everyone slowly dispersed again, each finding a suitable position.

“One.”

Jiang Cheng slowly spoke.

“Two.”

“Three!”

With the last command, the four of them turned around together, then took out their prepared phone flashlights and shone them behind them.

A terrifying scene appeared. The empty space behind them had changed under the light of the flashlights.

In the darkness, iron racks appeared, with a dozen or so head specimens placed on them.

Each head had wide, blood-red eyes, staring fixedly at them, but the sudden burst of bright light had obviously caught the heads off guard. They all squeezed their eyes shut, struggling violently, and let out inhuman howls.

“Brother Jiang, the path… the path is back!” Wen Liangshan saw the scene around him return to normal, and couldn’t help but get excited.

But when he turned around, he found that Jiang Cheng and the other two had already run off without a trace.

Only after running out of the door and completely leaving the second display room did everyone dare to stop, standing in the corridor, still unable to suppress the lingering fear.

“That was close!” Fatty wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his chubby hands still trembling non-stop.

“It’s all… Brother Jiang’s superior skill, good people are blessed by heaven.” Wen Liangshan said with a smile, confirming in his heart that Jiang Cheng was the thickest thigh in this group.

Thinking about what had just happened, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, he had bet correctly. Sure enough, those disappearing hands and feet were all illusions.

The real killing intent came from those heads.

Those strange heads could use their gaze to cast illusions. They had actually been walking around in circles, and to escape, they had to interrupt the heads and make them close their eyes.

And the result had confirmed his guess.

“Damn it, that’s really insidious,” Huai Yi also understood this, and cursed in a low voice, “The signing book is placed opposite the heads. To sign, you have to go over and turn your back to the heads. How can anyone defend against that?”

Wen Liangshan licked his lips and said, “Don’t be so absolute, Brother Huai. My Brother Jiang can. It’s just that Brother Jiang was careless at first. Otherwise, could these little tricks hide from my Brother Jiang’s eyes?”