"Didn't you tell your parents about the closet?"
Jenkins asked, glanced at the corner of his mouth when he picked up the teacup, and took a sip happily. What the boy is telling now is exactly the story he saw in "Black Town Secret Record".
"I told my mother, but my mother thought it was my illusion; I told my father, but my father was too busy with work to listen to me. But then the feeling of being peeped never appeared again, and I Think it's definitely gone."
The boy Jason replied.
"I want to correct a mistake of yours. There are five types of third-person pronouns in Elvish language. When describing the terrifying existence above the mortal and below the gods, you generally don't use your term."
Jenkins reminded.
"I'm not particularly good at elven languages, and only the elf royal family pays special attention to the use of personal pronouns. In general, the use of elven languages is similar to that of human languages. There are only three third-person personal pronouns... Do you have the elf royal family's personal pronouns?" Bloodline? Oh, then I’m really sorry, it’s indeed my usage that’s wrong, you’re really a good teacher.”
Little Jason said that he was sitting on the edge of his bed, with both hands resting on the bed, his feet in slippers swaying back and forth regularly, with a childlike innocent smile on his face.
"Where did your parents go?"
Jenkins pretended to ask casually.
"Going to work."
"But today is Sunday. I think in a remote town like Blacktown, there shouldn't be any work that needs to be done on Sunday, right?"
"That's just my memory. They may have gone to church."
Little Jason smiled and changed his words.
"Actually, I don't know if today is Sunday. I was talking nonsense just now."
Jenkins also changed his words, put down the teacup and looked at the slightly cloudy liquid surface:
"Looks like you're pretty sure there used to be stuff in your closet, so do you know where the stuff that used to live in your closet went?"
"No, sir, I don't know, I've never even seen it."
"Didn't you see it when you looked in the mirror this morning?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Sir, don't be joking."
The boy still had a smile on his face, but changed the subject: "Okay, I think we can start class."
"Sorry, I don't remember the content of today's class, maybe you can remind me."
Jenkins asked.
"Our course is Dreams and Consciousness, have you forgotten?"
The boy looked into Jenkins' eyes and Jenkins looked into the boy's eyes. It was clearly human eyes, but what Jenkins saw was pitch black.
The room was silent for a few seconds.
"If you are waiting for me to pass out, I advise you not to have such thoughts. Your sleeping black tea has no effect on me. As for trying to use supernatural power to lull me into a dream, sorry, I am also good at manipulating dreams."
As he stood up, the boy jumped up too, but was knocked to the ground by a punch from Jenkins before he could escape through the window.
"Abyssal, right?" (Chapter 553)
He threw the scales he picked up just now on the ground:
"I didn't really recognize what it was at first, but you shouldn't have said so much to me."
"Cough, cough~"
The ruthless and precise punch just now directly hit Little Jason in the chest, and now he fell on the floor, coughing uncontrollably while clutching his chest.
"You know us?"
"Of course, according to legend, you are a race born from the concept of fear. After the ancient era disrupted the material world, you were exiled by the gods to a terrible world outside the material world. Your existence itself is equivalent to the resident The [Aura of Fear], and can rely on the fear of intelligent creatures to become stronger. If there is no restriction, any abyssal beings who return to the material world will be alien creatures that cause regional extinction disasters."
Because he had read about this alien species when investigating B-03-01-8383 [Secret Goblet of Fear] in the past, Jenkins knew the horror of [Abyssal One] very well.
"Any adult individual in the race of [Abyssal Ones] is at least equivalent to a level 6 gifter of human beings. But since you only dared to hide in the closet and collect emotional energy by frightening children at first, I think you are entering the material world. At that time, he must have suffered a serious injury, right?"
He asked, reaching out to grab the boy on the ground, but the boy turned into black smoke and slipped away from Jenkins' fingers.
"Your form is not fixed, which is also an important proof that human and elf scholars believe that you were born from the concept of [fear]."
Standing in place and looking around, because there is no light in the house, only the dim light from the windows makes it look like a haunted house.
"There are not many rumors and records about the people of the abyss, but it is generally believed that your most important external extraordinary features are pulling people into dreams and being unable to capture the form, but the people of the abyss also have very obvious characteristics..."
He took out his cane, and his eyes clearly saw the traces of the spiritual light representing the alien species moving in the air.
"You are extremely afraid of light!"
The cane was suddenly lifted and thrust forward, and as the orb on the top burst into light, white light instantly covered the entire room.
In the light, Jenkins felt his cane pierce something soft. Then he heard a screaming sound coming from in front of him, and the fear in his heart almost made him throw away his cane and take a step back, but he still held back this abnormal reaction.
After the light faded, Jenkins was still the only one standing in the boy's room. It's just that there was a pinch of black dust on the floor in front of him. Jenkins squatted down and smelted a pinch before his nose, then frowned.
These limp dust, which can scare ordinary people with just a sniff, should be the remains of the corpses of the abyssal beings. It was an important material for setting up certain ceremonies, but it was a pity that he was unable to bring items from the past time back to the present.
The pages of the fifth copy did not appear, and Jenkins did not wake up from the bedchamber. So I walked out of the room and searched the whole house briefly, and then found a dark room in the basement.
The area of the darkroom was very large, and it was arranged into a terrible ceremony venue with blood and some smelly things. On the edge of the field are three highly decomposed human corpses nestled together, two large and one small, presumably the Jason family.
Jenkins found a diary in the pocket of the adult human male, which recorded everything that happened here.
There may be coincidences in this world, but that is only a certain degree of necessity. The strange house standing in the forest is not without reason. In fact, Little Jason's parents were not good people.