Outside the hotel, the torrential rain that had doused the fire had turned into moderate rain, and the street floor, which was finally dried by the morning sun, was wet again.
The reincarnators did not bring umbrellas and could only walk sideways under the eaves of the shops along the road as much as possible to ensure that most of their bodies would not get wet.
Xiao Li wrote down the past pictures he saw in the coffin and told others, which caused discussions among the reincarnators.
Shimizu wrote thoughtfully: [So the silence in this village is related to the legacy of the old man's grandfather. But the mirror did not give any other information, it seems that the key clue is still in the ancient house.]
[And the costumes are very problematic...] With his years of experience in watching horror movies, Shimizu has already made up a terrifying picture-
In the dead of night, the moonlight was dim, and the beautiful but eerie costume was hung on the hanger.
There was no one in the room, the doors and windows were tightly closed, but the costume was automatically without wind.
The edges and corners of the costume were originally drooping, but suddenly, its water sleeves gradually arched, and one arm stretched out, as if an invisible person had put on the costume, which opened the prelude to silence.
After passing a short distance in front of the hotel, Xiao Li suddenly turned back to the residential house diagonally opposite the hotel.
When they first came out of the hotel, the door of the residential house was half-covered, but at this moment it was closed, and it seemed that its owner had returned from the outside.
Xiao Li took a few steps back. He looked up at the rain above his head, looked back, took out the small bench in the hotel, and placed it on his head in the same way.
Although this can prevent part of the heavy rain from hitting his head, it still can't prevent a small part of the rain from eroding his clothes.
Xiao Li came to the door of the old uncle's house. He first pushed the door with his hand and found that the back of the door had been fastened with a bolt, but the old man did not enter the house. He just stood behind the door, as if expecting Reincarnators will come back the same.
In the rain, paper is easy to get wet, so Xiao Li uses a mobile phone instead.
[Old man, why do you keep following us?]
Qingshui followed him, standing beside Xiao Li, and saw his straightforward question, the young man frowned, he thought that Sherlock didn't seem to know the skills of questioning, such a direct and ordinary resident wouldn't answer, he still had to Just go step by step...
The old man's cloudy eyes reflected that sentence, and he shook his head slowly but firmly.
This body language may be an answer or a refusal to talk, but Xiao Li understands the former.
That is denial.
The old man denied that he was following Xiao Li and the others, but he clearly followed them all the time. From the periphery of the ancient house last night to the streets that appeared in the prophecy today, there was this old man.
Throwing away the reincarnators, the only ones who will still appear in these places are—
Xiao Li pressed on the phone again: [You are not following us, but that ghost?]
When he asked this, the old man reacted. He was no longer as dumb as a walking corpse, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably.
The old man opened his mouth, his exposed mouth was the same as the hotel owner, it was a dark hole, he also had no tongue, he said silently: [I'm waiting for it... ]
Wait for it, wait for the ghost that just takes away the sound source and the face
Xiao Li frowned, he wanted to continue to ask the old man some details, but since the information was revealed, the old man refused to give a response. He seemed to think that the conversation was meaningless, so he bent down and put away the umbrella, thinking Enter the room.
Just as the old man turned around, Xiao Li raised his phone and waved at him silently.
The old man looked back and saw a sentence displayed on the screen of the mobile phone: [Do you have any extra umbrellas over there? We don't have umbrellas and walking is difficult.]
Old man: "..."
It was the first time he had seen such an outsider who calmly asked him to borrow an umbrella.
The old man did not have much hostility towards the reincarnators, otherwise he would not have written a note to remind them when they first met, so after he entered the house, he still found a few umbrellas and handed them to Xiao Li.
[thank you.] Xiao Li waved his phone, turned around and put the small bench back, holding up his umbrella.
He gave the other umbrella to the others and walked into the rain screen.
Shimizu covered his phone with an umbrella, and glanced back at the room faintly.
Lance listened to Shimizu's translation just now, and the European and American person wrote with little understanding: [He's waiting for that ghost? Is this his belief?]
Shimizu: [Maybe the 'it' in his mouth is just a pronoun, in case he means death? He's had enough of this kind of life, so he wants to be free...]
[But are you sure that what he and the hotel owner said are true? They didn't tell each other that the other was dead.]
[If their words are correct, then they are all ghosts now...] Kiyomizu said, [But for some reason, they have something special, they did not die directly, but became creatures like Earthbound Spirits, right Humans have no malice, but have been bound in the land of the dead, and therefore seek liberation.]
Xiao Li looked at their analysis, he didn't interrupt, his eyes crossed the edge of the black umbrella and looked at the distant horizon.
The rain is heavier.
—
In the old house, it was still raining outside the window, and the sound of the rain was dull.
Reincarnations generally dislike heavy rain. Heavy rain means darkness and inconvenience, but in this dungeon world, the sound of rain is a kind of cover up, it will cover up a lot of sounds.
After returning to the old house, AK47 originally wanted to find a room with a bed for Park Xiujin, but Xiao Li chose the study, so he put Park Xiujin on his back and let her lean on the chair beside the study. A rope tied Park Soo-jin's arm firmly to the back of the chair.
Xiao Li also moved a chair and sat opposite Park Xiujin, waiting patiently for Park Xiujin to wake up.
Qingshui and others were not there, so they chose to go to the attic that appeared in the Mirror of Prophecy to look for clues, so there are only two people left in the study room, Xiao Li and AK47.
While waiting for Park Xiujin to wake up, Xiao Li kept staring at the picture in the center in a daze.
The peach tree in the painting is lifelike and occupies a large piece of painting paper. Just looking at this painting seems to be able to see the real scene of the backyard.
After an unknown time, there was movement on Park Xiujin's side, she frowned uncomfortably, and then opened her eyes.
She didn't react at first, she only felt that the back of her neck was very sore, and she couldn't move, but soon the memory came back to her mind, she stared at Xiao Li with round eyes, and opened her mouth to say: [I … is this a break in the prophecy?]
Xiao Li shook his head.
Prophecy is not so easy to break.
They can only be regarded as delaying the prophecy, but as long as the reincarnators return to that street again in the next few days, and let Park Xiujin die there, it can be corrected.
If nothing else, the ghost will come to the second round.
Park Xiujin caught a glimpse of one or two from his expression. At this time, her lips were pale and silent: [Then... Then what should we do next?]
Xiao Li looked away from Park Xiujin's face and looked at the painting: [You have to work harder, tie it up first and see how it will come next time.]
Park Xiujin didn't want to accept this decision. This kind of guinea pig-like role is often played by plot characters, and the mortality rate is extremely high, but she has no choice but to make a sound to break the silence - if Xiao Li let go of her, she might fall into the trap again. In the state of being intimidated, she tore her own face, so she chose to accept and cooperate.
AK47 is responsible for taking care of her, including but not limited to stun Park Soo Jin again at a critical time, or feeding her peaches and other trivial matters.
As it approached evening, Shimizu and the others returned in a hurry.
Xiao Li was looking at the senior's painting album with his hands behind his back. He felt the movement behind him and turned his head.
Shimizu was carrying a furoshiki in his hand. He put the furoshiki shell in the corner and wrote on the desk with a pen: [There is nothing, the stuff on it is gone. Except for some sundries, the attic was empty. I saw this thing on the ground and brought it back.]
[We not only went to the attic, but also to other parts of the ancient house, but found nothing else. ] Lance added.
Shimizu came to Park Xiujin: [How do you feel, are you okay?]
Park Xiujin had no hands and couldn't write. She stared at Shimizu in front of her with all her body tense, and could only say silently: [Others are fine, but the hands are about to be worn out, can you change your posture?]
Shimizu didn't know if she understood what she meant, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed Park Xiujin's shoulder: [Persevere.]
Park Soo-jin: "…"
Time turned to night.
This time, the others did not choose to go back to their respective rooms to sleep. Instead, they chose to transfer the bound Park Xiujin to a larger bedroom, while the others made a floor with futons.
Since Park Xiujin is the first dead person in the prophecy, theoretically, as long as she is still alive, the people behind her are safe for the time being, so the others don't have much trouble in their hearts.
When it was late at night, they took turns on duty, changing one person every two hours, and the first person to stand guard was Qingshui.
Xiao Li is the second post.
The first half of the night was quiet, only the sound of rain was the only sound in this world.
The third post after Xiao Li was Lance. The exorcist was awakened from his sleep and sat quietly in the room.
There was an oil lamp burning in the room, which was one of the loot they searched around in the old house.
The flame of the oil lamp is very thin, but it is better than nothing. It supports half of the light in this bedroom, reflects the rain outside, and draws a faint shadow on the wall.
Lance was woken up from a dream, and he hadn't slept much the night before. He stayed for half an hour and couldn't help but feel sleepy.
Feeling sleepy, he struggled to pinch himself, and then took out a small bottle from his wide pocket.
He unscrewed the cap, put it under his nose, and sniffed inside.
This is a bottle of gas he prepared in advance, and just smelling it is enough to stimulate the brain and make people wake up completely.
Lance put away the small bottle, took a deep breath, and looked around.
The others were sleeping, their breathing was quiet, and so was Park Xiujin, who put his head on the pillar to one side. Although he slept less peacefully, his breathing was also well-proportioned.
Also on the edge of the window, the sound of rain and wind was connected together, and occasionally leaves fell.
Everything is normal except—
The face on the window.
The rain hit the window, blurring the rouge at the end of the face, but what can be seen is that it is lying outside the window and peeking at the reincarnators.
The author has something to say: Xiao Li: Peeping is not what a good girl should do.