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Chapter 63
Chapter Sixty Three
The rough and yellowed letter paper was moistened with blood stains, and the dried dark red blood stains overlapped with fresh Yin Hong, stinging the retina.
The blood-stained ink-colored handwriting looks sensible and calm, but there seems to be a relentless force between the lines-the calm after the sadness to the extreme, the madness after the calm to the extreme.
Mo Yi stared at the note in front of him, speechless for a while.
He pursed his lips, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and put the note away.
Mo Yi turned his gaze and continued to observe the grave in front of him.
Those two small mounds happened to be located in the center of the entire clearing. The thick smell of rust mixed with the smell of moist soil was introduced into the nasal cavity, almost forcing people to stop breathing.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace, and walked slowly around the raised grave head, carefully looking at the scene before him.
When he walked to the side of the tomb, he couldn't help being taken aback.
The moist soil of the grave mound was soft and new, and it looked like it had just been turned up from below. The viscous blood dripped down the cross section of the soil layer, and silently infiltrated the ground below it.
Mo Yi's eyes were heavy, and he continued to walk backwards, the sight blocked by the loss of his grave bag became clearer.
There is a large hole above the ground, revealing a deep pitch-dark tomb.
The bloody smell is getting stronger, and the blood in the air can almost condense into substance, sharply stinging and forcing people's senses, and deeply carved traces that are hard to ignore.
Mo Yi held his breath slightly, and slowly took a few steps towards the open tomb chamber, leaning forward slightly, and looked into the dark and dark tomb chamber--
His eyes met a pair of straight eyes!
Mo Yi couldn't help being startled, and stepped back subconsciously.
The fierce blood pulsing sound and the beating sound of the heart hit the eardrums, and Mo Yi felt that his heart could almost jump out of his throat, even the sound of his rapid breathing was clearly audible.
He settled his mind.
Calm down and think about it. Those eyes are cloudy and absent. There should be a high probability that they are not alive.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked forward slowly, turning on the flashlight to shine into the grave.
The flashlight's light was printed on the dark red ground at the edge of the tomb, and then slowly moved inward, finally staying on a pale face covered with mud.
His face was slightly distorted with fear, mud and blood stained the pale skin dirty, his muddy eyes were wide open to look into the void, and there was not a trace of luster in the blank pupils, staring straight at the edge of the tomb.
That is a complete head.
There is a half-broken neck and a large piece of skin and veins under the head. There is no drop of blood leaking from the pale fracture. The bright red muscles and white bones are fully visible under the light of the flashlight, as if someone was forced from the neck. Torn it off.
Mo Yi was taken aback, turned the flashlight, and illuminated the twisted and dirty face again.
After careful identification, he recognized this face hidden under mud and blood this time.
——This is one of the players.
Mo Yi still remembered that distorted man stepped in from the darkness, the player screaming and struggling crazily before his death, as well as the endless blood and bright red.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, a hint of an unknown premonition surged in his heart.
He moved his wrist, the attention of the flashlight moved down with his movement, and the whole picture of the tomb was revealed.
On the short and narrow walls of each tomb, there are deeply carved several huge nicks, almost covering the entire tomb. The strange and distorted lines crisscross, and the dark red blood gathers in the hollow of the line.
Although Mo Yi could not recognize the meaning of this symbol, judging from the deformed inverted pentagram and the horns with simple lines in the symbol, it is an indisputable fact that it is related to Western demonology and occultism.
Now, the tiny animal bones and huge goat skulls in the attic also have an explanation.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers subconsciously.
He had already had a faint guess when he was in the attic before.
After all... when a person believes that God does not exist, what does she believe in?
--demon.
The desperate mother who lost her child chose to sacrifice to the devil to resurrect her child.
What is the little boy made of? Frogs and snails and puppy tails.
What is the little girl made of? Sugar and spices and all the good things.
Sing like this in nursery rhymes.
In reality, someone really wants to recreate a little boy and a little girl.
It's just that she didn't use harmless frogs, snails, sweets and spices—but genuine human flesh and blood.
Above the dark brown ground, some of the missing bodies of the players who died before are all arranged neatly on the moist soil of the tomb according to the human structure. There are heads, hands, elbows, and other parts in the tomb. Vacant.
But...Obviously, four killings have been carried out, why are there only three bodies inside?
Mo Yi looked down and thought, and continued to move closer to the interior of the tomb room. A pair of dark eyes became more focused, searching for any clues that might be missed.
The flashlight's aperture stayed under the head for a while, illuminating a bloody flesh half buried in the moist soil, which was set exactly where the shoulder was supposed to be.
——There is no problem with the number now.
In the first nursery rhyme, a twisted man’s head was torn off, in the second nursery rhyme, a blind mouse lost his hands after plundering, and in the third nursery rhyme, the mouse in the beak mask bite off the player’s shoulder, and In the fourth nursery rhyme, the elbow jumped forward following the man who was torn apart.
Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.
Mo Yi Station got up, stamped his stiff and numb feet, raised his eyes, and glanced at the other tomb.
With the faint light of a flashlight, you can see almost the same pattern in another tomb.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his slender fingers subconsciously rubbed the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in his palm, and his heart became more and more clouded, as if there was always a thin mist haunting his eyes, blocking his eyes. , Disturbing his sight.
At this moment, his Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the bare corner of the mud that was pale that did not match the surrounding color.
Mo Yi was slightly startled, and walked a few steps in that direction.
Under the flashlight, he saw clearly what was hidden in the soil this time—it was a corner of yellow paper, half buried in the soil, and it seemed to be densely covered with writing.
He took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, then squatted down on the ground and reached out his hand into the tomb.
The blood-soaked soil made a damp and greasy sound under the applied foot. Mo Yishen stretched his arms and slowly plunged his upper body into the half-person-high tomb.
Shadows and darkness enveloped his eyes, and the huge smell of blood and the rot and moist earthy smell instantly hit his face. The cold feeling surrounded his body, and the extreme sensory stimulation enveloped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.
The pale and mutilated corpse was in sight.
Mo Yiqiang forced himself to stagger his eyes and focused on the piece of paper hidden in the mud.
His body is lowered.
The tip of his finger touched the rough surface of the paper and scratched his fingertips hard.
Mo Yi moved his fingers with difficulty, grabbed a corner of the paper with his index and middle fingers, and then pulled it out of the mud with force.
Yu Guangli, he seemed to see the pale head beside him, his eyes moved slowly, and his out-of-focus and muddy pupils slowly looked at him.
Mo Yi was startled, and the strength that burst out of nowhere supported the ground with his other hand, and suddenly pulled his upper body up!
He staggered back a few steps, hot sweat slid down the cold temples, his palms trembling involuntarily due to excessive force.
The soreness and numbness of the meridian just now has just been transferred into my mind by the dull nerves, and it hurts.
Mo Yi panted while looking into the tomb under the light of the flashlight.
The head covered with mud and blood was lying quietly at the bottom of the tomb, staring at the sky with turbid and godless eyes, as if the scene just seen was just an illusion.
Mo Yi's chest was still undulating quickly, and the strange and cold breath held his heart tightly like a hand, and then slowly tightened, bringing a nearly weak suffocation.
He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and then opened the blood and mud-stained paper with his fingers still trembling slightly.
Although the paper was a little crumpled, the handwriting was exceptionally clear. The clear ink-colored handwriting looked calm and sensible, and Latin and English were mixed, making it extremely difficult to understand.
There were several weird and complex symbols drawn on the paper, almost exactly the same as those in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned and recognized a few simple Latin characters.
Lunae means Monday, followed by the word-caput.
Skull.
Mo Yi raised his head, his gaze subconsciously traversed the dark sky, only to see the familiar fluorescent blue countdown gleaming in the deep and thick darkness.
time……
--time!
Mo Yi was stunned for a second, then looked at the paper in his hand again, and suddenly realized.
A pair of extremely dark eyes flashed with compelling light, focused and bright, like two cold stars on the pale face.
In this copy, time is the biggest clue.
Not long ago, he had made an assumption based on his previous experience and the reminder at the beginning of the game: Solomon Grandi’s life is seven days in total, and the time of this copy is exactly seven hours, so the one for each hour The nursery rhymes correspond to every day in Solomon Grandi's life.
And now he saw in the tomb here, some of the organs of the people killed by them that the monsters took away.
So... they kill people according to time and bring the organs corresponding to time here.
To complete the sacrifice.