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Chapter 53
Chapter 52
Accompanied by the harsh "squeak", the shabby and twisted door of the house opened inward, and the icy air slowly came from the dark door, mixing the smell of dust and rotting wood.
And... the faint smell of blood that can hardly be captured.
The few people walking in front had a pause, turned on the flashlight they were carrying, and then walked into the house.
Leng Bai's beam of light could hardly penetrate the darkness of the room. The light circle swayed throughout the room, trembling with the shaking of a person's wrist, from one corner of the room to another, but it was still impossible to get a full view.
Suddenly, at this moment, the whole room suddenly lit up!
Everyone was surprised.
In the four corners of the room, there are old and shabby candlesticks with old styles. There is a faint candle light on them, which swayed slightly, illuminating the whole room.
Such a weird phenomenon makes everyone feel frustrated.
A senior man walking in front swallowed his saliva, moistened his sore throat, and said hoarsely, "Go, let's go."
A group of people carefully and slowly walked into the porch, and then walked into the room one by one.
Mo Yizhu was behind the crowd and walked inward with everyone's pace.
Before entering the house, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
The three newcomers who chose not to come in were close to each other, as if they were close enough to give them strength, standing on the barren ground, behind them was the boundless darkness, faintly wriggling.
The countdown in the sky with luminous blue shining in the sky seemed particularly unknown.
Fog followed behind him, and a pair of light gray eyes looked at him unpredictably, and his pale lips formed a slight arc, waiting quietly.
In the last dungeon, he needed the player to open the door to be put into the dungeon. This time, perhaps because of the light of such an open platform, he could directly enter the dungeon.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, the expression in his extremely dark eyes was a little complicated.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
Although the mist hadn't shown any tendency to be unfavorable to him for the time being, and even helped a lot, he had to admit that-such a behind-the-scenes who was always by his side still made people feel jealous.
What's more, his joining means more variables, and may even continue to increase the difficulty.
At this moment, a player walking beside him probed over and followed Mo Yi's gaze somewhat suspiciously, but only saw a void, he couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi shook his head, eyebrows calm: "Nothing, let's go."
——The mystery on Mist is as dangerous and uncertain as his body.
For example: Why does he follow himself? ——You will even follow in the real world, why do you help him so often? What is his identity, and what is the reason for being so persistent to himself?
His instinct told him: these issues are all extremely critical.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned and walked into the room, holding the half-open door with his palm, and deliberately staying for more than ten seconds, glancing at the mist.
The cold and sharp facial lines of the fog softened a bit, and his light gray eyes were like the light fog in the morning. He restrained his lips slightly, stepped forward, and walked in through the crack in the door opened by Mo Yi. .
He breathed in coldly, and his low voice passed by, "Thank you."
The expression on Mo Yi's face remained unchanged, but his eyebrows wrinkled secretly, and walked in behind him.
The peculiarly-shaped dilapidated door panel closed behind him, stirring up a cloud of dust, and fluttering down under the dim light.
The space in this room is much larger than when viewed from the outside.
What's more weird is that...not only the outside, but the inside of this room is also distorted.
The uneven floor is connected to the crooked walls. Above is the crooked ceiling, covered with moss and dust. All the furniture inside is crooked and crooked. There is hardly any straight line inside the whole house.
Everything seems to be a combination of distortion and weirdness.
Everyone looked at the room in silence, and there was no sound.
The scene in front of me is like walking into a distorted dream, or falling into another weird world, which almost makes my eyes suspicious.
Mo Yi's face was still faint, his eyes slowly narrowed, and he subconsciously moved a step forward.
Suddenly, a strange touch came from under his feet, which was completely different from the texture of the wooden floor, but as if something was sticking out, hardly touching the soles of his feet.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and moved his right foot away.
I saw a shining thing stuck in the crack of the floor under my feet, gleaming with a shallow silver light under the dim light of the candlestick.
He squatted down, reaching out for the shiny object stuck in the crack of the twisted floor.
After making a clever effort, the originally stuck thing was forcefully buckled out by Mo Yi.
He placed it on the palm of his hand and straightened up.
Several players who saw him change here also gathered around and looked at his palms curiously.
Mo Yi wiped off the dust on its surface with his fingertips, and after looking at the light carefully for a while, he slowly frowned, his eyes flickering, and he seemed a little worried.
The veteran who had chatted with him before couldn't help being curious, and asked, "What is this?"
The other people did the same. They couldn't see any eyebrows when they looked left and right. They looked at Mo Yi confusedly, waiting for him to explain why.
Mo Yi was startled, hesitantly lowered his voice, and said uncertainly:
"It seems... it's a sixpence coin."
However, unlike the normal sixpence, this coin is also twisted like this house. The irregular circular arc is surrounded by crooked English letters and numbers. The gully is filled with dust accumulated by Chen Nian. Extremely difficult to identify.
Mo Yi raised his head and glanced over the windows on the first floor unintentionally.
Through the blurry glass, one can see the slowly passing countdown in the deep darkness, and the figure of three newcomers standing not far away.
At this moment, Mo Yi saw that something seemed to be surging in the dark darkness.
The bleak gray white appeared in the darkness that swallowed all the light, and then slowly stretched in from the platform.
It was an extremely pale arm.
Someone also saw the situation outside the house. A tall player hurried to the door, trying to open the door to let the newcomers in, but the old wooden door that was crooked and could not fit the door frame completely, at the moment, it is like a copper pouring. It was cast iron and couldn't shake it at all.
Seeing that the door could not be opened, Mo Yi strode to the window and slapped the window to warn him:
"Run!"
The newcomer outside the house saw the commotion inside the house from a distance, but could only hear some vague sounds inside the house.
One of the timid players asked timidly: "Did something happen inside?"
The other person beside him calmed down, his voice changed a little under the influence of fear:
"Just... knowing that there is nothing good going into the house, they don't listen..."
Before he could finish his words, a sour sound of "creaking" sounded in the back of his head, like the sound of a cracked wooden branch or the sound of crushing bones.
The three looked back at the same time.
I saw a tall "man" emerge from the darkness outside the platform, first with slender pale arms, then lanky legs, and his whole body seemed to be drawn with crooked lines.
The unbalanced body was exposed.
He was wearing a crooked tuxedo and a shabby top hat, his lanky and crooked face was fuzzy and pale, he could not see his facial features, only a cracked mouth was humming something in a low, terrible voice.
The three screamed in horror and turned to run.
The distorted man stretched out his distorted arm like a branch, and with a wave of his pale and deformed palm, he pulled back a person who hadn't run too far, and tore it hard--
The scorching blood splashed all over, and the person's head was torn off abruptly!
He dropped the deadly horrified corpse in his hand, but took a step forward, and his thin legs had already stepped far away, and his face with a bowler hat approached the next victim, and his pale face showed a strange smile.
The humming in his mouth became louder.
He stretched out his palm, just like catching a toy, and caught the second person. Regardless of that person’s struggle and screaming, he pulled hard—the second head was torn off, and he could see through the bloody fracture. At Bai Shengsheng's bones, dazzling blood spurted out of his throat and splashed onto the "man"'s narrow and unfit worn tuxedo.
The third person finally ran to the door of the house, desperately and helplessly shook the doorknob.
Sweat and tears spread across her face twisted by fear. She screamed in horror: "Help! Help!!!"
The hoarse voice is like weeping blood, and the trembling is like dead leaves in the wind.
The door does not move.
The "man" took a big step forward again, the twisted palm struck, and pulled the woman's hair, and then just a light movement of her fingers, her neck bone cracked, and her body was soft. Hangs down.
It was quiet outside at the moment.
The humming in the man's mouth became particularly clear in this strange silence:
"...Heboughtacrookedcat...whichcaughtacrookedmouse..."
He pulled the player's fallen corpse, slender legs and twisted steps, collected all the corpse fragments and heads, hugged them in the slender and pale arms, and walked into the darkness again.
There was a dead silence in the room, with only a soft, depressed breathing.
Fear seems to be pervasive, digging into everyone's heart along every pore.
Mo Yirong looked pale, holding onto the sixpence coin subconsciously, even his knuckles turned white with force--
He whispered:
"Therewasacrookedman,
andhewalkedacrookedmile,
Hefoundacrookedsixpence
againstacrookedstile;
Heboughtacrookedcat,
whichcaughtacrookedmouse,
Andtheyalllivedtogetherinalittlecrookedhouse"
[There is a twisted person,
Walking on a long twisted road
The twisted sixpence in his hand
Step on the twisted steps
He bought a twisted cat
The cat caught a twisted mouse
They live together in a twisted little house]