Mo Yi didn't expect Yu Ran to ask to go with him, so he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. He turned sideways and looked at the woman behind him.
A pair of extremely deep eyeballs seemed to be filled with a slight coolness. When he looked at them intently, there would always be an illusion that there was nothing to hide.
Yu Ran couldn't help but straighten her back immediately.
Mo Yi looked at her, seemed to be thinking about something, then smiled noncommittally:
"also."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and turned on his flashlight, and continued to walk into the corridor.
Looking at the straight and thin back of the man in front of him, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense shoulders.
I don't know why, but in front of this man, she always tenses up subconsciously. It stands to reason...she is the older person.
but…
The other person's face flashed subconsciously in Yu Ran's mind.
The gentle appearance hides calmness and alienation, and the dark eyes are always rational and indifferent. Although they are silent most of the time, once they speak, they hit the nail on the head.
Cautious and bold, it seems that every step has been carefully considered, but he can always make unexpected decisions.
Straight and focused like an arrow, it seems to always know the next direction.
But his too young face makes it impossible to mistake his age.
Yu Ran couldn't see through him, so she became more and more aware of his difficulty.
Her eyes sank slightly, she cleared the complicated thoughts in her mind, and then quickened her pace, catching up with the figure in front of her who had almost melted into the darkness.
The air in the corridor became more and more turbid, and the smell of blood seemed to be stronger. It was mixed with the smell of decaying wood and fermented into a complex smell, as if it was alive, lingering in people's noses.
The twisted and uneven corridor floor forms a weird angle with the walls, almost giving people the illusion of walking in a space-time corridor in a science fiction novel.
The two walked along the corridor one after the other, the flashlight's slightly cold pale white light illuminated the path in front of them.
The wooden floor creaked harshly underfoot, which sounded extraordinarily monotonous in the quiet and cramped corridor.
At the end of the corridor is the kitchen.
Mo Yi stood at the door, he paused, looked around the familiar layout of the kitchen, then took another step and walked in.
Yu Ran followed closely behind him and also walked in.
She pursed the corners of her lips tightly, and looked around the entire layout of the kitchen cautiously and meticulously.
After Mo Yi went up to the second floor just now, she came here to look for clues, but the place is too messy, and there are many scattered clues, but there is no context to connect them together, so she also Had no choice but to leave.
Yu Ran raised her eyes to look at Mo Yi's straight back, and a pensive look flashed in her delicate phoenix eyes.
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 large and small iron pans and kitchen utensils were piled up in a haphazard manner, a kitchen knife was deeply embedded in the thick and heavy chopping board, and a mouse's tail was curled up on the desk.
But different from last time, the blood along the joint between the kitchen knife and the chopping board has disappeared without a trace like other bloodstains, and the long tail has also become dry due to blood loss, showing a wrinkled appearance. Baba's dark red.
When Mo Yi came last time, his attention was almost completely attracted by the nursery rhymes nailed on the wall, so he hardly paid attention to other utensils on the table.
This time he shifted his target and carefully examined every detail on the table.
At this moment, an iron pot placed crookedly next to the chopping board attracted Mo Yi's attention. It was not big, and it looked as dark and inconspicuous as other kitchen utensils, quite casual. lying on the edge of the table.
But... under the light, the rim of the pot showed a strange bright color, like water stains.
Mo Yi's gaze sank, and he stretched out his fingers to gently brush over the edge of the iron pan.
There was a cold and sticky feeling under his fingertips, and he turned over his palm, only to see a trace of bright blood on his fingertips.
The color contrast between the white fingertips and a bloodstain on it was extremely sharp, almost hurting the eyes.
Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes.
In this dungeon, the blood of all the dead people was basically absorbed, and based on what he saw outside, the blood should have been introduced into that land, drank by the soil, and watered. Two graves.
Even the bloody handprints on the wooden door and the severed tail of the weird mouse are no exception.
So why is there blood here
Mo Yi stretched out a hand and lifted the lid off the pot.
A strong smell of blood rushed to the face in an instant, and the strong smell of iron rust was filled with a rotten atmosphere, which made people want to suffocate.
Fortunately, Mo Yi was forced to get used to the smell when he was outside the house, he just frowned slightly, and lowered his eyes to look into the pot.
In the pitch-black iron pot, there was actually a big pot full of blood, the dark red color seemed to be flowing, sticky and weird.
Mo Yi gently shook the edge of the iron pot with one hand, and the blood inside instantly stirred up waves with his movement, printing faint red marks on the dark pot wall, revealing the white bones deposited in the pot.
The tiny bones were filled with coldness, and they were stacked completely or scattered on the bottom of the pot. With Mo Yi's movements, the blood was exposed, and the shallow blood stains on them dissipated and slid down, showing their complete appearance.
Again... cat and frog bones.
Mo Yi was startled, his eyes slowly became serious.
It is no coincidence that this clue appears again and again.
Just as he was thinking, Yu Ran walked over from the side, and looked into the iron pot in front of him. After seeing the contents clearly, she frowned slowly:
"bone?"
Mo Yi nodded and replied, "Yes, it's about cats and frogs."
Yu Ran was taken aback, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Yi's drooping side face, her sharp eyes widened involuntarily: "Cats and frogs?"
Hearing her subtle tone, Mo Yi withdrew his gaze from the iron pot and stared at Yu Ran:
"What? Do you know what?"
Yu Ran was a little uncomfortable being looked at by his focused eyes, and couldn't help but look away slightly, and replied:
"In another room, that is, in another room besides the bedroom where the mask is placed, there are three pots. Inside the pots are some moist soil and the like. The patterns engraved on the pots are human , a cat, and a frog's head."
... a human, a cat, a frog's head...
Mo Yi was startled for a moment, his eyes like two chilling stars lit up suddenly, the focused and bright light in his eyes almost hurt people's heart.
He looked at the iron pot on the table again, his pale face was rarely stained with blood.
He knew which demon the former mistress of this house sacrificed to.
Baal [Baal].
The great demon who is the head of Solomon's seventy-two demon gods, 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 1,000 years BC. It is the god [Baal-zebu] worshiped by the Semites. The sacrifices to him are luxurious and extravagant. Children and living people are often sacrificed in sacrifice ceremonies. It is said that this is also the The reason why he became a fallen god.
Before his fall, it was the sun and agriculture that ruled—dirt in pots and soil in backyards is also explained.
One theory is that in the Old Testament he appears as Baal, but in the New Testament, his name becomes—Beelzebub.
And Beelzebub is the demon in charge of the plague.
Mo Yi's breathing became slightly rapid, and he looked down at the slightly heaving blood in the iron pot on the wooden table, and the strong and pungent rust smell came into his nose—from the moment they entered the house, this smell, thick or light, The bloody smell followed them like a shadow, and never dissipated no matter what time it was.
The demon Baal also has another extremely famous feature.
bloodthirsty.
Yu Ran stood aside, watching the change in Mo Yi's complexion, she pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to hold his arm, saw him look over, smiled slightly, and said straightforwardly:
"Are you going to open a hidden branch?"
Mo Yi didn't expect her to ask so directly, so he couldn't help being slightly stunned.
Yu Ran seemed to have an answer in his heart, and he didn't care whether he answered or not, he just said down to himself:
"I know that you basically have the basic context now, but you just need some key clues to connect the whole story together, so... I hope to form a team with you."
Yu Ran took a deep breath, as if he was afraid that he would be mistaken by Mo Yi as a player who rubbed points, and hurriedly added:
"The clues I collected before can also be shared with you, and can also help, not... not..."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Yi chuckled and nodded.
In fact, he doesn't care if someone comes to score some points. This may be the only conscience in this game. One more person will not take away the points he should have gotten, but will recalculate the other party's contribution.
Therefore, as long as the other party is helpful to him, he doesn't mind forming a team.
In addition, Yu Ran's request to form a team so directly, it is very likely that he has some chips in his hand, and it is very unwise to refuse.
Seeing that Mo Yi nodded without hesitation, Yu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, and slightly relaxed her tensed shoulders and neck.
She reached out, opened her backpack, and took out a small box from the side of the bag.
The surface of the square box has a black luster, and three simple symbols are crookedly engraved on the exquisite surface. Mo Yi can recognize at a glance that the three simple heads painted on it are: people, cats, and frogs. .
In the middle of the box, there is a shallow dent, which looks like a crooked circle, and that shape always gives Mo Yi a strange sense of familiarity.
The next second, he seemed to remember something, and reached out to touch his trousers pocket. In the depths of the pocket, a hard and cold coin stuck to his fingertips. The cold touch climbed up along the nerve endings, making his fingers Shake slightly.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and took out the twisted coin from his pocket. Its denomination was written on the shiny white metal surface: sixpence.
He fit the twisted sixpence into the groove on the box—it was a perfect fit.
The next second, there was a slight metal bite sound.
The box is opened.