Accompanied by the ear-piercing "squeak", the dilapidated and twisted door opened to the inside, and the cold breath slowly came from the dark door, mixed with the smell of dust and rotten wood.
And... a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.
The few people walking in front paused, turned on the flashlights they carried with them, and then walked into the house.
The cold white beam of light could hardly penetrate the darkness of the room. The circle of lights swayed throughout the room, trembling with the shaking of people's wrists, from one corner of the room to the other, but they still couldn't see the whole picture.
Suddenly, at this moment, the whole room suddenly lit up!
Everyone was shocked.
The four corners of the room are placed with old-fashioned dilapidated candlesticks, on which there are faint candles burning, shaking slightly, illuminating the whole room.
Such a strange phenomenon made everyone feel a little guilty.
A senior person walking in front swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened his sore and dry throat, and said hoarsely, "Let's go, let's go."
A group of people walked carefully and slowly into the porch, and then walked into the room one by one.
Mo Yizui was at the back of the crowd, following everyone's pace and walking inward.
Before entering the room, he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.
The three newcomers who chose not to come in stood close together, as if being close could give them strength, standing on the barren ground, with the boundless darkness behind them, squirming faintly.
The fluorescent blue countdown in the sky looked particularly ominous.
Fog followed behind him, looking at him with a pair of light gray pupils with an unpredictable expression, and her light-colored thin lips curled into a slight arc, waiting quietly.
In the last dungeon, he needed a player to actively open the door to be put into the dungeon, but this time, perhaps because of the light of this open platform, he can directly enter the dungeon.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, and the expression in his extremely dark eyes was somewhat complicated.
Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
Although the mist has not shown any tendency to be unfavorable to him for the time being, and even helped a lot, but I have to admit that such a back spirit who is always by my side still makes 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 poked his head over, followed Mo Yi's gaze with some doubts, but only saw a void, and asked involuntarily:
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi shook his head, his eyes were calm: "It's nothing, let's go."
——There are as many mysteries in the mist as there are dangers and uncertainties in him.
For example: Why does he follow me? ——Even followed into the real world, why did he lend a helping hand to him many times? What is his identity, and what is the reason why he is so attached to himself
His gut told him that these questions were all extremely critical.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the house, holding the half-open door with his palm, staying there deliberately for more than ten seconds, his eyes glanced at the mist.
Fog's stern and sharp face softened a bit, his light gray eyes were like the light mist in the morning, he restrained himself and slightly bent the corners of his lips, stepped forward a few steps, and walked in through the crack in the door opened by Mo Yi .
His icy breath approached, and his deep voice passed by: "Thank you."
Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyebrows frowned secretly, and walked in behind the other party.
The shabby door with a strange shape closed behind him, stirring up a cloud of dust, which fluttered down under the dim light.
The space in this room is much larger than it looks from the outside.
And, what's even weirder... Not only the outside, but also the inside of this room is distorted.
The uneven floor is connected to the crooked walls, and above it is the twisted ceiling, which is covered with moss and dust. All the furniture inside is crooked, and there is hardly any straight line in the interior of the house.
Everything seems to be a collection of twisted and weird.
Everyone looked at the room silently, 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 people doubt their own eyes.
Mo Yi's face remained calm, his eyes narrowed slowly, and he subconsciously took a step forward.
Suddenly, there was a strange touch under his feet, which was completely different from the texture of the wooden floor, but as if something had protruded out, pressing against the soles of his feet hard.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and moved his right foot away.
I saw a shiny thing stuck in the crack of the floor under my feet, shining a faint silver light under the dim light of the candlestick.
He crouched down and reached out to reach for the shiny thing lodged in a crack in the twisted floorboards.
After a clever trick, the thing that was stuck firmly was pulled out by Mo Yi forcefully.
He placed it on the palm of his hand and straightened up.
A few players nearby who saw the change in his place also gathered around and looked at his palm curiously.
Mo Yi wiped off the floating dust on its surface with his fingertips, and after looking carefully at the light for a while, he slowly frowned, his eyes flickered, and he seemed a little thoughtful.
The senior person who had hit on him outside couldn't help being curious, and asked, "What is this?"
The same goes for the others, looking left and right, they couldn't see anything, they looked at Mo Yi in a daze, waiting for him to explain why.
Mo Yi was startled, lowered his voice hesitantly, and said uncertainly:
"It's like... a sixpence piece."
However, unlike the normal sixpence, this coin is also distorted like this house, with crooked English letters and numbers circled in irregular circular arcs, and the gullies are filled with dust accumulated over the years. Very difficult to identify.
Mo Yi raised his head and glanced unintentionally over the windows on the first floor.
Through the blurry glass, one can see the slow countdown in the dense darkness, and the silhouettes of three newcomers standing not far away.
At this moment, Mo Yi saw that in the dark darkness—something seemed to be surging.
A dim grayish white appeared in the darkness that swallowed all the light, and then slowly protruded in from the platform.
It was a very pale arm.
Someone also saw the situation outside the house. A tall player hurried to the door, wanting to open the door to let the newcomers in, but the dilapidated wooden door, which was so crooked that it couldn't fit the door frame completely, now looked like a copper pouring. Like cast iron, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.
Seeing that the door could not be opened, Mo Yi strode to the window, slapped the window and warned the outside:
"Run!"
The newcomer outside the house saw the commotion inside the house from a distance, but they could only hear some vague voices 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... I know that there is nothing good to do in the house, and they still don't listen..."
Before he could finish his words, a toothache "creaking" sound sounded in the back of his head, like the sound of a splintered wooden branch breaking, or the cracking sound of crushed bones.
The three turned their heads at the same time.
I saw a tall "person" coming out of the darkness outside the platform, first with slender pale arms, then with slender legs, the whole body seemed to be drawn with crooked lines.
The unbalanced body is exposed.
He was wearing a crooked tuxedo and a worn-out top hat. His long, thin and distorted face was vague and pale, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. Only a cracked mouth was humming something in a deep and terrifying voice.
The three screamed in horror and turned to run.
The twisted man stretched out his crooked arm like a tree 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—
Hot blood splashed everywhere, and that person's head was torn off abruptly!
He threw down the terrified corpse in his hand, and only took a step forward, the long and thin legs had already strode far away, and the face with the top hat moved closer to the next victim, showing a strange smile on the deformed and pale face.
The humming in his mouth got louder.
He stretched out his palm, as if grabbing a toy, and grabbed the second person. Regardless of the person's struggle and screams, he pulled hard—the second head was torn off, and the bloody fracture could be seen Bai Shengsheng's bones, dazzling blood splashed from the throat, and splashed on the narrow and ill-fitting worn-out tuxedo of the "man".
The third person finally ran to the door of the house at this moment, shaking the door handle desperately and helplessly.
Sweat and tears covered her face contorted with fear as she screamed in horror, "Help! Help!!!!"
His voice was hoarse like crying blood, trembling like a dead leaf in the wind.
The door didn't budge.
The "man" took a big step forward again, and the twisted palm struck and grabbed the woman's hair. Then, with just a slight movement of her fingers, there was a cracking sound from her neck bone, and her body was also limp. hanging down.
It was quiet outside the house at the moment.
The humming in the man's mouth became very clear in this eerie silence:
“…he.bought.a.crooked.cat…which.caught.a.crooked.mouse…”
He pulled the player's limp corpse, took twisted steps with his slender legs, collected all the corpse fragments and heads, hugged them in his slender and pale arms, and walked into the darkness again.
There was a dead silence in the room, only the sound of depressing light breathing.
Fear seems to be pervasive, drilling into everyone's hearts along every pore.
Mo Yi's face was pale, and he held on to the sixpence coin subconsciously, so hard that even his knuckles turned white—
He whispered:
"There. was. a. crooked. man,
and.he.walked.a.crooked.mile,
He.found.a.crooked.sixpence
against.a.crooked.stile;
He.bought.a.crooked.cat,
which. caught. a. crooked. mouse,
And. they. all. lived. together. in. a. little. crooked. house."
[There is a twisted person,
Walking on a mile long twisted road
with twisted sixpence in hand
stepping on twisted steps
He bought a twisted pussy
The cat caught a twisted mouse
They live together in a twisted little house]