The rough and yellowed letter paper was wet with blood, and the dried dark red blood overlapped with the fresh crimson, stinging the retina.
The ink-colored handwriting blurred by blood stains looks rational and calm, but there seems to be a kind of relentless ferocity between the lines-the calm after extreme sadness, and the madness after extreme calm.
Mo Yi stared at the note in front of him, speechless for a while.
He pursed his lips, moistened his dry throat, and put away the note.
Mo Yi turned his gaze and continued to observe the tomb in front of him.
The two small mounds happened to be located in the middle of the entire open space, and the strong rust smell mixed with the wet smell of the soil entered the nostrils, almost forcing people to stop breathing.
Mo Yi frowned indiscriminately, and walked slowly around the raised grave mound, sizing up the scene in front of him carefully.
When he walked to the side of the tomb, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
The wet soil of the mound is soft and brand new, as if it has just been turned up from below, and the sticky blood drips down along the cross-section of the soil layer, silently seeping into the ground below.
Mo Yi's eyes were heavy, and he continued to walk backwards, his vision became clearer without the obstruction of the grave.
There is a large hole above the ground, revealing a dark and deep tomb.
The smell of blood became more and more intense, and the blood in the air was almost able to condense into substance. The sharp pain forced people's senses, and deeply carved traces that were difficult to ignore.
Mo Yi held his breath slightly, and slowly took a few steps towards the open tomb, leaning forward slightly, looking into the dark and dark deep tomb—
His gaze suddenly met a pair of straight eyes!
Mo Yi couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously took a few steps back.
The intense sound of blood surging and the sound of heart beating hit the eardrums, and Mo Yi felt that his heart could almost jump out of his throat, and even the sound of his rapid breathing could be heard clearly.
He made up his mind.
Calm down and look back, those eyes are cloudy and lifeless, there should be a high probability that they are not alive.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and turned on the flashlight to shine into the tomb.
The light of the flashlight was printed on the dark red ground on the edge of the tomb, then slowly moved inward, and finally stopped on a pale face covered in mud.
The face was slightly distorted by fear, the mud and blood stains made the pale skin extremely dirty, the muddy eyes opened wide and looked into the void, and there was no luster in the blank pupils, staring straight at the edge of the tomb.
It was a complete head.
The half-broken neck and large pieces of skin and tendons are connected to the lower part of the head. There is not a single drop of blood oozing from the pale fracture. The bright red muscles and white bones are clearly visible under the light of the flashlight, as if they were forcibly removed from the neck. torn off.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, then turned the flashlight to shine on the distorted and dirty face again.
After careful identification, he recognized this face hidden under the mud and blood this time.
— This is one of the players.
Mo Yi still remembered the twisted man stepping in from the darkness step by step, the player's frantic roar and struggle before death, as well as the endless blood and dazzling bright red.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
He moved his wrist, and the light of the flashlight moved downward with his movement, revealing the whole picture of the tomb.
And on the short and narrow walls inside each tomb, several huge notches are deeply engraved, almost completely covering the entire interior of the tomb, with weird and twisted lines criss-crossing, and dark red blood pooled in the depressions of the lines.
Although Mo Yi couldn't recognize the meaning of this symbol, judging from the deformed inverted pentagram and the simple horns in the symbol, it is an indisputable fact that it is related to Western demonology and occultism.
Now, the tiny animal bones and giant goat skulls in the attic have an explanation.
Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers.
When he was in the attic before, he had already had a vague guess.
After all... what is a person going to believe when she thinks God doesn't exist
-demon.
A desperate mother who lost her child chooses to sacrifice to a demon to resurrect her child.
What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails and puppy tails.
What is the little girl made of? Sugar and spice and all that good stuff.
It is sung in nursery rhymes.
In reality, someone really wanted to recreate a little boy and a little girl.
Except she doesn't use harmless frogs, snails, candy and spices—it's actual human flesh and blood.
On the dark brown ground, the missing parts of the players who died before were all neatly arranged on the wet soil of the tomb according to the human body structure. There were heads, hands, and elbows in the tomb, while other parts were vacant.
But... obviously four killings have been carried out, why there are only three parts of the body inside.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes in thought, and continued to move closer to the interior of the tomb. His pair of dark eyes became more and more focused, carefully searching for any clues that might have been missed.
The flashlight's halo stays under the skull for a moment, illuminating a bloody mass of flesh half buried in the damp soil, set right where the shoulder should have been.
— Now the number is no problem.
The head torn off by the twisted man in the first nursery rhyme, the corpse of the blind mouse that lost his hands after the raid in the second nursery rhyme, the meat that the mouse in the bird's beak mask bit off on the player's shoulder in the third nursery rhyme, and In the fourth nursery rhyme, follow the torn apart man's forward leaping elbow.
Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.
Mo Yi stood up, stomped his stiff and numb feet, raised his eyes, and glanced at the other tomb.
With the weak light of the flashlight, we can see almost the same pattern in another tomb.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, subconsciously stroking the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in his palm with his slender fingers, his heart became more and more cloudy, as if there was always a thin layer of mist lingering in front of his eyes, blocking his eyes , interfering with his vision.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the paleness of a corner exposed in the soil that did not match the surrounding color.
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, and walked a few steps in that direction.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, this time he saw clearly what was hidden in the soil—it was a yellowed corner of paper, half buried in the soil, and it seemed to be densely covered with handwriting.
He took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, then leaned out and squatted on the ground, reaching out his hand into the tomb.
The blood-soaked soil made a wet and sticky sound under the soles of the exerting force. Mo Yi stretched his arms, and the upper half of his body slowly plunged into the half-person-high tomb.
Shadows and darkness enveloped his eyes, the huge bloody smell and the smell of rotten and wet soil rushed to his face instantly, the cold feeling surrounded his body, and the extreme sensory stimulation wrapped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.
The pale, mutilated body was close at hand.
Mo Yi forced himself to look away and focus on the piece of paper hidden in the dirt.
His body pressed even lower.
The front end of the finger touched the rough 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 pulled it out of the soil with force.
From the corner of his eye, he seemed to see the pale head beside him, his eyeballs moved slowly, and the out-of-focus and cloudy pupils looked at him slowly.
Mo Yi was startled, and with a sudden burst of strength, he supported the ground with his other hand, and suddenly pulled his upper body up!
He staggered back a few steps, beads of hot sweat slid down his cold temples, and his palms trembled involuntarily due to excessive force.
The soreness and numbness that was pulled to the meridian just now has just been transmitted to the brain by the dull nerves, and it hurts.
While panting, Mo Yi followed the light of the flashlight and looked into the tomb.
The head covered in mud and blood was lying quietly at the bottom of the tomb, with a pair of cloudy and godless eyes staring at the sky, as if the scene just seen was just an illusion.
Mo Yi's chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and the strange and cold breath was like a hand tightly grasping his heart, and then slowly tightened, bringing a feeling of almost powerless suffocation.
He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and then opened the paper stained with blood and mud with his still trembling fingers.
Although the paper was a little crumpled, the handwriting was exceptionally clear. The clear ink handwriting looked calm and rational, and Latin and English were mixed together, making it extremely difficult to understand.
There were several weird and complex symbols drawn on the paper, which were almost exactly the same as the patterns in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned and recognized a few simple Latin characters.
Lunae means Monday, followed by the word - caput.
head.
Mo Yi raised his head and subconsciously glanced across the dark sky, only to see the familiar fluorescent blue countdown flashing cold light in the deep and dense 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 shone with compelling light, focused and bright, like two cold stars on the pale face.
In this dungeon, time is the biggest clue.
Not long ago, he had already made an assumption based on his previous experience and the reminder at the beginning of the game: Solomon Grundy’s life has a total of seven days, and the time of this dungeon is exactly seven hours, so the song of each hour Nursery rhymes fit right in with every day of Solomon Grundy's life.
And now he saw in the tomb here, some of the organs that those monsters took away from the people they killed.
So... They kill according to time, and they bring the organs corresponding to time here.
to complete the sacrifice.