The lid of the box popped up with that slight sound, and a thin gap was opened. A faint light flowed on the pure black surface of the box, coating the simple lines carved on it with a strange brilliance.
Mo Yi unconsciously held his breath, stretched out his fingers, and slowly clasped the edge of the lid, and then exerted a little force.
With a dry "squeak", the box slowly opened.
The inside of the box is also completely covered with black lacquer, the depth is uniform, and there is no trace of fading after a hundred years of time. There are some messy small objects piled up at the bottom of the box.
Covered on top were a few pieces of familiar letter paper, which attracted Mo Yi's attention.
The yellowed paper was folded into several stacks, randomly covering the sundries in the box, and light dust covered it, like a shadow covering the paper.
Mo Yi picked up the few pieces of letter paper from the box, carefully and gently opened the folded letter paper with his slender fingertips.
Standing aside, Yu Ran turned on the flashlight with a wink to help Mo Yi illuminate the paper.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and glanced at her in his busy schedule, flashed a shallow smile at her, then continued to lower his head, carefully observing the paper in his hand.
The first piece of letter paper has familiar handwriting, which looks sensible and plain, and every character is written in a certified and neat manner. It is almost impossible to tell that it is a person who has experienced grief, but there is always an inexplicable shock .
Mo Yi lowered his eyelids and read the content carefully.
"Dear Esther:
You know, my grandmother and I were never very close. When she was alive, I had an inexplicable fear of her, maybe because I was too young. At that time, I always felt that there was something about her. Kind of weird.
Her breath is like clothes that haven't been dried for three months. Her eyes always make me feel panicked. They are black like two bottomless pits. I have always been afraid of her. Whether it's her breath exuding a rotten smell or her skinny, pale, cold fingers that look like a dead person, I subconsciously dare not approach her.
I never told you that in the year she died, she left me a black box engraved with many strange patterns as a relic.
As much as I hate to admit it, this may be the only hope of saving our child. "
This letter ends here.
Mo Yi turned to the next one. The handwriting on it looked a little messy. There were a few lines of messy and illogical words on it, which seemed to be a bit out of line:
"Dear Esther:
I started sleepwalking and auditory hallucinations again, I always heard someone talking in my ear, the voice was hoarse and horrible, as if he wanted me to do something, I couldn’t hear clearly, and I couldn’t remember what he said, I I just feel like I am standing on a cliff, no matter whether I am advancing or retreating, it is an abyss.
I miss you so much, it would be great if you were here. (this line is crossed out)
I woke up last night to find myself standing by Erica and John's crib, holding their cold little clothes, covered with my tears.
By the way, my grandmother's grandmother was burned to death, you know? "
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, the deep black eyes under the long eyelashes flashed thoughtfully.
You know, in that era, witches were found to be burned at the stake by the religious court.
From this point of view, the family of the protagonist who wrote this letter has a deep connection with demonology, which also confirms the source and authenticity of the special "Key of Solomon".
He subconsciously rubbed the rough edges of the letter paper twice with his fingertips, and then flipped it open, revealing the third page.
This time the words were still very short, but the handwriting on it seemed trembling and helpless. Several simple words were mistyped, scribbled out and rewritten several times:
"God oh god!!! I can't do this I can't do this!"
The three "Gods" were crossed out fiercely, so much force that the letter paper was scratched into rough cracks.
Words written in lighter ink appear below the crossed out words:
"False gods".
Cold as a stone.
At the end of the page there are some dark brown dots that appear to be dried blood.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his expression became a little heavy for a moment—the organs that need to be sacrificed must come from living people, and based on the known parts, it is impossible to be satisfied with just one victim
Touch the word "False God" with your fingers, the paper surface under the fingertips is rough and cold, and the shallow writing marks are sunken, which makes people tremble inexplicably.
— it seems... she ended up doing that anyway.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, trying to eliminate the lingering emotions in his heart, then reached out and turned to the next page. There was only one sentence on the paper, trembling and crookedly written in unbelievable handwriting:
"It works."
[Successful.]
Yu Ran on the side frowned suspiciously. She raised her eyes and opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but the next second she saw Mo Yi's more gloomy expression, and couldn't help swallowing back the words she hadn't blurted out.
When he came back to his senses, Mo Yi had already turned to the next one. Yu Ran collected himself and looked at the paper in his hand:
"Dear Esther:
I just don't know how to express my ecstasy, I really succeeded, I brought my child back to life, and now I have no regrets even if I die.
But their state is kind of weird, they seem to be very silent, I don't know how to make them happy... "
Yu Ran inexplicably had an ominous premonition, as if she was blindfolded and placed in front of the abyss, and the next step would be a terrifying fall. She took a deep breath and continued to read.
The letter paper had turned to the next page, Yu Ran looked at it carefully, but couldn't help being startled by what was on it.
I saw that the rough and yellowed letter paper was full of frantic handwriting, the excessive force almost cut through the paper, and the despair and madness that came through between the lines almost penetrated the paper, piercing people's eyes straight:
"NONONONONONONONONO"
A whole page full of giant "no".
But if you look carefully, under the cover of crazy handwriting, you can see a different kind of calm handwriting. It seems that after writing the following words, your sanity was eroded by despair, and under the irresistible crazy impulse, the whole The paper was occupied by frantic "NO", obliterating the previous handwriting.
Mo Yi moved closer, carefully identifying the lines printed on the scratched paper:
"They started getting rashes, low fever all night, I didn't dare to call a doctor, they already knew my baby died, is this God's punishment for me? I can't accept it, I can't believe—"
The handwriting on the back suddenly stopped, and the last stroke was scratched long and broke at the edge of the entire paper.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, his face looked pale under the light of the flashlight.
He reached out to turn to the next page.
"There is a demon living in my child's body."
After nervously scribbling and drawing, he continued to write in clear handwriting:
"It wants to get out."
Then there is a large blank space.
Mo Yi's fingers turned the next page steadily, and the handwriting on the next page became more and more scribbled and flustered, with more traces of alteration:
"Now, I know what it is, it has been away for more than two hundred years... How could it be... It has become more terrifying and deadly
I can't imagine if...
oh god what did i do? What mistake did I make? "
The excruciating pain leaked out between the lines, like a sharp knife slashing down, as if there was gurgling blood flowing continuously from the rotten wound.
Below that is a very familiar line of text:
"IT can never happen, I won't allow IT."
At the bottom of the paper, the ink of a sentence was stained, but Mo Yi whispered the sentence it should have written slowly in his heart:
"GOD PLEASE HELP ME".
The stack of letters ends here.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and put down the extremely light and heavy stack of papers.
Now, the context of the incident has become clear, the last piece of the puzzle of the whole incident has been completed, and the complete truth has finally been revealed.
Yu Ran who was at the side saw him put down his hand and press the crease to fold it again, so he also lowered his hand holding the flashlight.
She stared at Mo Yi, his face was a bit blurred in the instantly dimmed light, and the lines of his side face were shrouded in dim light, making it hard to see the expression on his face for a moment.
Yu Ran was a little apprehensive for a moment.
She organized the language in her mind, then asked after deliberation: "...how is it?"
The remaining half of the words are hidden in the unfinished lingering sound-is this clue worth it
Mo Yi seemed to be awakened from his contemplation by her voice this time, a pair of extremely deep and extremely black eyes lifted up for a moment, and his eyes instantly penetrated the hazy light, sharp and eye-catching like blades.
In the next second, he lowered his eyes again, and his long eyelashes covered the light in his pupils.
He smiled: "Thank you."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi sandwiched the thin pages between his slender fingers and handed them to Yu Ran.
Yu Ran subconsciously took it, and then opened it to look at it. Just as she lowered her head, she heard Mo Yi's voice: "Extend the line now, is it okay?"
She fixed her eyes, thought about it carefully, and then nodded slightly.
Seeing that she was ready, Mo Yi summed up all the clues he had collected in his heart, and then said it concisely.
When his voice fell, the familiar mechanical female voice appeared again:
"Dangdangdangdang! Congratulations to player 05, Mo Yi, and player 09, Yu Ran, for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!
The side missions are open, completing the side missions will reward rich points, players please keep working hard! "
Just when the voice fell, Mo Yi only felt his left hand was firmly squeezed.
-fog
There was a familiar cold touch on the hand, piercing straight into the heart with a slight pain, and a sharp siren sounded in the head, and the ominous premonition was deeply embedded in the brain like a hard wooden wedge.
A strong sense of danger struck instantly, and the cold and sticky stuff climbed up the spine, almost making his hair stand on end.
Mo Yi suddenly raised his eyes.
The blood all over his body became cold instantly.
Yu Ran looked at him ignorantly, with some doubts in her eyes, as if she didn't understand why Mo Yi's face was suddenly pale as paper, and she was still staring straight behind her.
I saw a familiar figure standing in the darkness behind her.
The pale and fuzzy face couldn't see the facial features clearly, only a pair of black hole-like eyes stared at him like will-o'-the-wisps.