Comprehensive film and television: Start by attacking Li Lianhua

There was dead silence all around, only that strange sound seemed to still echo in the air, lingering in his ears.

Although fear had already taken over Wu Xie's heart, his strong curiosity was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heartstrings, making him unable to resist. Although his legs were a little weak and his body was shaking involuntarily, Wu Xie still gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound step by step. With every step he took, he could feel his heartbeat getting more intense and his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

The sound seemed to come from above his head, and it was particularly clear and abrupt in this quiet environment. At this time, Wu Xie's exploration downstairs was almost over, and he had a general idea of ​​the situation. So, he walked lightly, like a cautious cat, and slowly moved towards the direction where the sound came from - that is, the stairs.

With every step he took, Wuxie's heart tightened. His nerves were tense, and he was always on high alert. Finally, after a difficult climb, he reached the upper floor. However, the scene before him shocked him: the entire floor was shrouded in darkness, like a canvas stained with ink.

With the weak light of the flashlight in his hand, Wu Xie could barely see the surrounding environment. A long corridor stretched in front of him, like an endless dark tunnel. The end of the corridor was even darker, making it difficult to peek into what secrets were hidden in it. He only felt a strange breath coming towards him.

The thick dust under his feet was raised as Wu Xie walked, choking him and making him cough. And the papers scattered randomly in every corner of the corridor were like abandoned fragments of memory, quietly waiting for someone to pick them up and piece them together.

At this moment, the strange voice that had been echoing in his ears suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared. Wu Xie stopped and pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but apart from his own slightly rapid breathing, he could no longer hear any other sound.

Despite this, Wu Xie did not relax his vigilance. He held the flashlight tightly in one hand and kept shining it around, trying to find some clues; with the other hand, he never forgot to press the record button to record everything he saw. Because he knew that in this mysterious and dangerous place, any detail could become the key clue to solve the mystery.

"This place seems to be sealed with cement? Is it a structural problem? Or~"

Wuxie was a little unsure, and when he ran his finger along the marks on the cement wall, it felt strange, as if there was something drawn on it.

"There seem to be deliberate scratches on the wall. I don't know if it was done by humans. It looks like a pattern~"

Wu Xie held the flashlight tightly in his hand with a serious expression. The weak but steady light was like a bright pearl in the dark night, illuminating the road and the wall ahead. He focused the flashlight on the mysterious patterns on the wall, as if these patterns were hiding countless unknown secrets.

Wu Xie moved the flashlight carefully to ensure that every detail could be recorded clearly. He carefully observed the lines, shapes and colors of the pattern, not missing any subtle details. As time passed, the patterns on the wall gradually appeared in front of him. Some of them looked like ancient spells, while others looked like strange biological forms, which made people imagine.

After finishing recording the pattern on the wall, Wu Xie took a deep breath and continued to walk forward with firm steps. The corridor was filled with a quiet and strange atmosphere, with only his light footsteps echoing in the air. Finally, at the end of the corridor, a tightly closed door appeared in his sight.

Wu Xie walked quickly to the door, raised the flashlight, and shone the light on the door. He saw the three numbers "306" clearly engraved on the metal plate above the door. However, what really caught Wu Xie's attention was not the simple room number, but a special smell wafting out from the crack of the door.

When he first stepped into the building, he smelled a smell of years of decay, but the smell coming from room 306 was different. It was an indescribable, unique smell that was neither like rotting wood, nor like damp soil, nor like the common smell of chemicals. It was like a smell that had settled down over the years, mixed with the dust of history and unknown mysteries, which made people curious and a little uneasy.

Wuxie murmured something subconsciously, then took out the key he had found in the videotape earlier, inserted it into the door lock, and turned it left and right. He didn't know if it was because of its age that the door lock had rusted.

The door seemed to be under a spell, no matter how hard Wu Xie pushed and pulled, it remained motionless and held its position. Wu Xie tried his best, even using all his strength, but the door was still as stubborn as a copper wall, with no intention of opening its heart to welcome him.

Finally, Wuxie decided to take a more direct and violent approach - ramming the door! He took a deep breath and rushed towards the closed door like an angry bull. With a loud bang, the door finally couldn't withstand Wuxie's strong impact and fell to the ground. However, because Wuxie hit too hard, the thing he was holding in his hand slipped out of his hand and flew straight out.

Wu Xie got up from the ground in a panic and dusted himself off, not noticing that a dark shadow flashed by behind him like lightning. At this moment, all of Wu Xie's attention was focused on the strange and mysterious room in front of him.

With the weak light from the video recorder in his hand, he began to carefully look around. The first thing that caught his eye was an old, shabby-looking bed, with an equally old cabinet next to it. There seemed to be a quilt on the bed, but due to the erosion of time and the cover of dust, its original color was no longer distinguishable.

What made Wuxie feel the most horrified was that the quilt on the bed was actually gathered into the shape of a human, as if someone was lying there quietly sleeping. Wuxie's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he was so nervous that even the action of swallowing saliva seemed a little stiff. He subconsciously slowed down his breathing, fearing that he would wake up the "sleeper" who didn't know whether he existed or not.