It was an empty room - only him, no Chu Tianshu, no one else but him.
Lin Huai got off the bed. He saw a note on the bedside table and opened it to read. After seeing the familiar handwriting on it, Lin Huai finally felt a little relieved.
"The clues have made new progress. I'll go to the police station first. See you tonight."
"Chu."
"Tsk, I was taken aback."
Lin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nine thirty, and then went downstairs and left the hotel by herself.
Ten minutes after he left, a man returned to the room with two glass bottles of hot milk: "Student Xiaolin~"
"Hey, where are people?"
The man put down the milk and looked around the room, only to find a crumpled note on the bedside table—the note was blank.
The man frowned, locked the door, and came to the front desk of the hotel. He asked the administrator who guarded the place: "Did you see the boy who came with me? So tall—and beautiful—"
"No." The administrator shook his head blankly.
"Tsk, Lin Huai, didn't you tell me when you went out?" The man scratched his head, "Why are you running around so early in the morning... Forget it."
There is still a message on the front desk - from the bearded policeman in the police room. The wax figure of the Virgin placed under the window of Notre-Dame Church melted away. At sunrise, the sunlight shines through the flower window, illuminating the faces of devoutly praying believers, as well as the plasticized, female corpse's face exposed from the melted wax after the oil wax dripped. He told Donglock to come to the patrol room to have a look.
It stands to reason that such a thing will not happen. Chu Tianshu thought,
Chu Tianshu complied with the message. He walked through the streets of Foggy City biting a baguette that could be used as a sharp weapon. When passing an intersection, his body moved.
He seemed to feel a familiar wind passing by him. He bit the bread, turned his head and looked blankly at the street, but saw nothing.
Lin Huai stood at the intersection of Wucheng.
Fog City is very large and has a large population, including many streets and intersections. He stood at the intersection full of people, with a gloomy expression on his face.
He heard the sound of trams passing by, and the sound of people coming and going. Among those voices were the voices of children selling newspapers, the voices of women haggling with street vendors, and the murky coughing of men smoking their pipes...
His ears heard so many voices. However... what appeared in front of him was an empty street!
Empty... streets without a soul!
The hustle and bustle of voices still rang loudly in his ears. But under the sunlight, it is indeed a deserted city. The morning sun shone on the buildings on both sides, and the brick-paved road reflected sparkling light. He heard the clink of coffee cups from the table around the corner. But when he turned around, he saw only an empty coffee table...
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Brat! Standing in the middle of the road, are you courting death?!"
A burst of force suddenly struck. Lin Huai was caught off guard, and was thrown to the side of the street by two powerful forces. The first force is a side impact, and the second force is a pull.
"Damn it, don't look at the road when you walk!"
A wound appeared on Lin Huai's leg—the wound seemed to come from some kind of scraping wheel. He heard what seemed to be a carriage passing by in a hurry, and next to his ears, there was the voice of the roaring person, and more people's discussions: "Little friend, are you okay? Why are you standing there so stupidly?" You don't move when a car comes by, and that car, damn it, is so big and there's a person standing in the middle, how can it..."
Just as Lin Huai was about to speak, he heard another voice: "Smith, what are you talking about?"
"say what?"
"What kid, why is it motionless? What are you talking about standing there, hurry up and go to work in the factory, the time is almost up!"
After that, many discussions also sounded.
"What did he say kid?"
"Is anyone there? Is there anyone at the intersection just now?"
"Let's stay away from him, maybe he has some mental problems..."
And the air that was supporting him also left. He seemed to be in a daze for a while, and said, "Hey, there's nothing here? I just clearly remembered that I met..."
"Never mind, Smith, go to work!"
The noisy discussion gradually disappeared. People's interest quickly shifted from this bizarre incident to their own livelihood. Lin Huai was the only one standing there.
He looked at his calf—on that fair calf, there was a split wound—blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down the skin.
In this city, no one seemed to see him—no one could see, this teenager who was bleeding from one leg and was almost hit by a car of some unknown kind. And he—couldn't see all of them.
None of the living things could see him, nor could he see all the living things—all he could see were the dead things that existed in this city—the dead things that had never touched the living things.
The noise in the morning continued. But Lin Huai seemed to be abandoned by this world at this moment.
Lin Huai lowered his head, he knew that with a little strength, the wound would heal slowly.
But he didn't.
"Someone deprived me of my vision? No, not just my vision, but also the vision of everyone in this city." Lin Huai said to himself, "It's very interesting, a joke? A prank? Interesting... "
He leaned over and dug his fingers into his wound, causing more blood to flow from it.
It was very painful, but he didn't even blink his eyelids. Instead, he put his right hand on the wound, letting the blood from it soak his own palm.
"In that case." He raised his bloody, wet hand, with a treacherous smile on his face, "I'm also here to play a joke on this city."
He raised his hand, and when he felt someone passing him by, he calmly pressed the bloody palm on the other person's back.
…
Many times Lin Huai's behavior cannot be understood by others, but he doesn't care.
At this moment, he was sitting on the high white stone steps with his legs crossed. Below him is a street. On the street, countless bloody handprints are walking back and forth on the road.
Who would have thought that a lunatic would actually use his own blood to mark the citizens he could not see
"Unfortunately, my blood is limited, and I can only mark this part of the citizens today." Lin Huai hugged his knees and said to himself, "These citizens seem to have retained their sense of touch and respect for me. Hearing, but unfortunately, they seem to have completely lost sight of me—including my blood. When I raised my bloody hand and slapped them on the back, I could hear them curse, and then Or look back. But unfortunately, not only can they not see me, but they can't see my bloody handprints."
"Besides, they seem to have lost their sense of smell about me." Lin Huai slowly raised the blood-red hand in front of her, "This whole day, no one smelled the smell of blood... With such a large amount of bleeding, the smell of blood on my body should be very strong."
"Sight and smell were deprived at the same time, did I trigger something? Did it come from the witch of lust? But... why the sight? As for the sense of smell... Could it be because of the bottle of perfume? I remember that all the strange things happened last night, all in the After I opened the box and sniffed the perfume inside. Is this perfume, did it do anything to me?"
Lin Huai talked more than ever before. He sat on the steps and talked to himself with calm eyes.
However, this behavior may be because he understands that if he does not have this soliloquy at this moment, he will face this empty city alone, and he may go crazy because of it.
The setting sun fell on Fog City. Lin Huai stood up and walked down the steps. At this moment, he heard an uncertain voice: "A crow?"
crow
In this dungeon, who will call him "crow"
It couldn't be Xia Xingye, and it definitely wouldn't be Qiu Ran, and the other two players were already dead.
Lin Huai quickly thought of the weird puppeteer.
A pair of hands seemed to be scratching in the void, as if they were looking for his trace. That person's voice is still coming: "strange, I was here just now and heard your voice, where did you hide?"
Lin Huai didn't intend to talk to him, he walked down the stairs step by step. Until that person's voice came again: "Hehe... are you hiding? Is it still an illusion?"
"Ono, come out and look for him."
Slap.
Slap.
The crisp footsteps sounded on the terrace.
Lin Huai turned around slowly.
A dark figure appeared around the corner. He was wearing a pitch-black cloak, and what was exposed under the hood was light-blond hair and a pale but extremely beautiful face. The eyes that looked like sunken stars were now pitch black. He looked ahead, with a soft smile on his face in the past, but now he was expressionless.
he…
Lin Huai narrowed his eyes.
——Now he can't see all the living things that appear in the foggy city, and what he can see are all dead things.
—And he saw Xia Xingye here.
—that is to say...
"It's really not easy to get your puppet. Originally, I didn't expect to get it so easily, hahaha, anyway, if you get it, you've earned it!" Xia Xingye stood on the steps, and in front of him There was still a sound coming from that mass of void. Xia Xingye's bangs fluttered, and it seemed that a hand touched his face, and the voice of the owner of that hand was full of regret: "I really don't know what you think? Originally, this should be a A game that must be won, you walked away, but walked back, jumped down by yourself, and was seriously injured, is it okay now?"
That person was chattering like the man in gray that Lin Huai saw last time: "But I didn't expect you to go to the arrogant dungeon, and you still had a hole card. You blew up my hand, which hurt me so much." I changed it to a wooden one. As compensation, I had to wash the blood from your bloody body and make it into a puppet... Did you throw the key of the arrogant witch to that little girl? Really, you don’t want me that much Deli? If this is the case, it’s just right, let you find her and my Mr. Muse in this city together.”
"Just right!" The voice seemed very happy, "That little girl seems to like you very much. When she left, she cried and said that she would avenge you. If she sees you again, she will be very happy, right? I don't know, can she be happy when she is killed by you?"
Lin Huai did not speak. He pursed his lips and looked at the puppet above. The newborn puppet stood on the high platform with lowered eyes, no matter what the man in gray said, it showed no expression.
"Don't put on a sullen face, just smile like you used to? Let's get along well in the future, a beautiful doll like you..." The doll's forehead hair moved to the other side again, as if the person was stroking Playing with his hair, "I'll use yours very carefully, hehehe..."
The puppet laughed quickly, the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked up under manipulation, and the smile on his face looked a little funny. The voice continued: "It's finally looking a little bit like it used to be, isn't it?"