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Chapter 65
Chapter Sixty Five
Mo Yi didn't expect that Yu Ran would ask to go with him. He couldn't help but was taken aback. He turned sideways and looked squarely at the woman behind him.
A pair of extremely deep eyes is like a shallow coolness, when he is watching intently, there will always be an illusion of nowhere to hide.
Yu Ran couldn't help but a sharp spirit, immediately straightened his back.
Mo Yi looked at her, as if thinking about something, and then smiled noncommittal:
"also."
After speaking, he turned around and turned on his flashlight, and continued to walk into the corridor.
Seeing the straight and thin back of the man in front of him, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tight shoulders.
don't know why, in front of this man, she always gets nervous subconsciously. It stands to reason...she is the older person.
but……
Yu Ran's mind flashed across the opponent's face subconsciously.
The gentle appearance conceals calmness and alienation. The dark eyes are always rational and indifferent. Although most of the time they are silent, once they open their mouths, they hit the nail on the head.
Be cautious and bold. It seems that every step has been well thought out, but they can always make unexpected decisions.
As straight and focused as an arrow, it seems to always know the next direction.
But his too young face makes it impossible to misunderstand his age.
Yu Ran couldn't see through him, so he became more and more aware of his difficulty.
She looked down slightly, cleared the complicated thoughts in her mind, and then accelerated her pace to catch up with the back figure who had almost melted into the darkness.
The air in the corridor became more and more muddy, and the smell of blood seemed to be more intense, mixed with the rotten smell of wood and fermented into a complex taste, as if there was life, the ghost lingered on the end of the human nose.
The twisted and uneven corridor floor and the wall form a weird angle, which almost gives people the illusion of walking in the corridor of time and space in science fiction.
The two walked along the corridor in tandem, the light white light circle of the flashlight illuminating the path in front of them.
The wooden floor creaked under the feet, and it sounded extremely monotonous in the quiet and cramped corridor.
At the end of the corridor is the kitchen.
Mo Yi Station was at the door. He paused, looked around the familiar layout in the kitchen, then took another step and walked in.
Yu Ran followed him closely and also walked in.
She pressed her lips tightly, and carefully and carefully looked around the entire layout in the kitchen.
After Mo Yi went up to the second floor just now, she had come here to look for clues, but it was too messy here. There were a lot of scattered clues, but there was no context that connected them, so she also Had no choice but to leave.
Yu Ran raised his eyes to look at Mo Yi's straight back, a pair of delicate Feng eyes flashed with thought.
This time... will it be different?
Mo Yi walked to the tall stove in the kitchen and looked at the familiar objects on the table
Black iron pots and kitchen utensils are stacked in a disorderly manner. A kitchen knife is deeply embedded on the thick and heavy chopping board, and the tail of a mouse is curled on the table.
But unlike last time, the blood that followed the connection between the kitchen knife and the cutting board has disappeared like other blood stains, and the long tail has also dried up due to blood loss, showing a kind of wrinkle. Baba's dark red.
When Mo Yi came last time, his attention was almost completely attracted by the nursery rhymes nailed to the wall, so he hardly paid attention to other utensils on the table.
This time he shifted the target, carefully examining every detail on the table.
At this moment, an iron pan slantingly placed next to the chopping board attracted Mo Yi's attention. It was not big, and looked as dark and inconspicuous as other kitchen utensils, rather casual. Lie down on the edge of the table.
But... the rim of its pot showed a strange bright color under the light, just like water stains.
Mo Yi's eyes sank, and he stretched out his fingers to gently wipe the edge of the iron pan.
A cold and sticky touch came from under his fingertips. He turned over his palm and saw that his fingertips were stained with bright blood.
The white fingertips and the bloodstain on them looked extremely contrasting in color, almost stinging his eyes.
Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes.
In this copy, the blood of all the dead was basically absorbed away, and according to the scene he saw outside, the blood should have been introduced into the land, drunk by the soil, and watered in it. Two burial mounds.
Even the bloody handprints on the wooden door and the weird rat's chopped tail are no exception.
So why is there blood here?
Mo Yishen took out a hand and lifted the lid of the pot.
A strong smell of blood hits his face instantly, and the bright and strong smell of rust is full of a decadent breath, which is almost suffocating.
Fortunately, Mo Yi was forced to get used to the smell when he was outside the house, but he frowned slightly and lowered his eyes to look into the pot.
The dark iron pot was filled with a big pot of blood, and the dark red color seemed to be flowing, sticky and weird.
Mo Yi gently shook the edge of the iron pan with one hand, and the blood inside instantly made waves with his movements, printing a faint red mark on the dark pan wall, revealing the white bones deposited in the pan.
The tiny bones were full of coldness, or stacked completely or scattered on the bottom of the pot. With Mo Yi's movements, the blood was exposed, and the shallow blood stains disappeared and slipped, showing their complete appearance.
Again... the bones of cats and frogs.
Mo Yi was startled, his eyes slowly narrowed.
It is no coincidence that this clue appears time and time again.
While he was pondering, Yu Ran came over from the side and looked into the iron pot in front of him. After seeing the contents inside, she slowly frowned:
"bone?"
Mo Yi nodded and replied: "Yes, cat and frog."
Yu Ran was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Mo Yi's drooping side face, her sharp eyes widened involuntarily: "Cat and frog?"
Hearing her tone a little subtle, Mo Yi retracted his gaze from the iron pan, staring at Yu Ran:
"What? Do you know what?"
Yu Ran was a little uncomfortable with his focused gaze, she could not help but stagger her gaze slightly, and replied:
"In another room, outside the bedroom with the mask, there are three jars. Inside the jars are some moist soil and the like. The patterns carved on the jars are people. , Cat, and frog heads."
...The heads of people, cats, frogs...?
Mo Yi was startled slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up like two chilly stars, and the concentrated and bright light in his eyes almost pierced the heart of the person.
He looked at the iron pan on the case again, and his pale face was rarely stained with blood.
He knew which demon the former mistress of this house had sacrificed to.
Baal【Baal】.
The great demon, the head of Solomon's seventy-two demons, he is said to have three heads, namely a human, a frog, and a cat.
The worship of him can even be traced back to more than one thousand BC. It is the god [Baal-zebu] worshipped by the Semites. His sacrifice is extravagant, and the sacrifice ceremony often offers children and living people. It is said that this is also He became the reason for the fallen god.
Before he fell, he was in charge of the sun and agriculture—the dirt in the pot and the soil in the backyard were also explained.
One way of saying is that in the Old Testament, he appeared in the name of Baal, while in the New Testament, his name was changed to Beelzebub.
And Beelzebub was the demon in charge of the plague.
Mo Yi's breathing rose slightly, and he looked down at the slightly undulating blood in the iron pot on the wooden table. The strong, pungent smell of rust passed into the nose—the moment they entered the room, it was thick or light. The smell of blood followed them like a shadow, never dissipating at any time.
The demon Baal also has an extremely famous feature.
Bloodthirsty.
Yu Ran stood aside, watching the changes in Mo Yi's complexion, she pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to press his arm, and after seeing him look over, she smiled slightly, and said straightforwardly:
"Are you going to open a hidden branch?"
Mo Yi didn't expect her to ask so directly, he couldn't help but was slightly stunned.
Yu Ran seemed to have the answer in her heart, and she didn't care if he answered, she just said to herself:
"I know you basically have a basic context now, but you need some key clues to connect the whole story, so... I hope to team up with you."
Yu Ran took a deep breath, seeming to be afraid that Mo Yi would mistake him as a player who collects points, and hurriedly added:
"The clues I collected before can also be shared with you, and can also help, it's not... it's not..."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Yi chuckled and nodded.
In fact, he doesn't care if anyone comes to collect points. This may be the only conscience in this game. One more person will not divide the points he should have received, but will recalculate the other party's contribution.
So, as long as the opponent is helpful to him, he doesn't mind teaming up.
In addition, Yu Ran's direct request for team formation is likely to have some bargaining chips in his hand, and it is unwise to refuse.
See Mo Yi nodded without hesitation, Yu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, and slightly relaxed his tight shoulders and neck.
She stretched out her hand, opened her backpack, and took out a small box from the side of the bag.
The surface of the square box is glowing with black luster, and the exquisite surface is carved with three simple symbols crookedly. Mo Yi can recognize it at a glance. There are three simple heads drawn on it: man, cat, and frog. .
In the middle of the box, there is a shallow dent, which looks like a crooked circle. That shape always gives Mo Yi a strange sense of familiarity.
In the next second, he seemed to think of something. He reached out and touched his trouser pocket. In the depth of the pocket, a hard and cold coin touched his fingertips. The cold touch climbed up the peripheral nerves and made his fingers. Flicked slightly.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and took out the twisted coin from his pocket. Its denomination was written on the white-lighted metal surface: sixpence.
He put the twisted sixpence into the groove on the box-Yan Si was seamed.
The next second, a slight metal bite sounded.
The box opened.
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