Originally, the atmosphere in this town was already so eerie and eerie that it made people shudder, and Hesiana's words made everyone tremble, Nangong Sanba immediately held up a small hand crossbow and glanced at the stairs: "Are you sure? How come I don't feel anything?"
Without further ado, Vivian threw out a small bat to check the movement on the second floor. The bat flew around in a circle, and Vivian shook her head: "There is no one up there, not even a ghost."
"Tsk tsk, I'm a little panicked now." Hao Ren rubbed his arms and muttered. He had experienced many things that were a hundred times more dangerous than here, but sometimes danger and scariness are not the same thing—the town's Both the atmosphere and the weirdness made people feel creepy. When they first came in, they didn't feel much. But as they stayed here longer, Hao Ren felt less and less at ease. Everything here exudes an inexplicable and weird atmosphere, not only including the flames floating out of thin air in the fire pit, but also some invisible and intangible things in the air.
Probably it's the ubiquitous spirit that gives people goosebumps.
"Check this house first." More bats slowly appeared around Vivienne, and she began to direct the sentries to investigate the situation in every corner of the mansion. "It is very likely that the wizard once hid here."
"Then I'll transform into a human form first. The aisles in this old house are too narrow, and I can't turn my tail." Nangong Wuyue waved to Hao Ren, "Give me clothes."
Everyone in the team dispersed to check the condition of the abandoned house, while Hao Ren and Vivian went to the second floor of the house to check.
The interior of this mansion is very complicated. Although it has not been seen how magnificent it is from the outside, it still has the complicated structure that the nobles of that era liked. The whole house is composed of a long house and two independent small buildings on both sides. Most of the building materials are thick wooden boards. There are straight corridors and many rooms, which should be the place where the lord and his family lived. The entire mansion was lit with lights, and oil lamps were hung every few meters on the dark wall panels. It's the same dry-up situation all over the oil lamps, with the light floating millimeters above the light fixture without fuel. Their common denominator is no temperature.
Hao Ren and Vivian slowly explored on the second floor. The wooden floor creaked under their feet, as if they were overwhelmed and ready to collapse at any time. Hao Ren noticed that there were thick carpets at the door of some rooms in the corridor. Those carpets were stained with a layer of gray-black like the surrounding things, but the original gorgeous patterns could still be vaguely seen in these dull colors.
Vivienne bent down to check the patterns on the carpet, showing a look of nostalgia: "It looks like a high-end product from Italy. Aristocrats... Even nobles in such a remote town have to use this level Such a blanket should be enough for a family of five in the town to spend half a year."
"There's dust everywhere here too," Hao Ren touched the ashes when he pushed open another door next to him, "This is inside the house, but the dust accumulation is as serious as outside. It seems that the dust is very unusual …I’m afraid it’s also an unnatural product.”
Behind the door is a not too big room, and the decoration is not gorgeous, it doesn't look like a place where a lord or a noble relative lives. Vivienne looked at the furnishings in the room, and made an inference based on her knowledge of that era: "It should be the place where stewards, consultants, or similar high-level servants live. This type of high-level servant is in charge of all the affairs of the noble family, and Follow the family that you are loyal to hereditary, and serve as servants from generation to generation. Therefore, they are qualified to live so close to their masters. However, they do not have noble titles, so some decorations that limit their status are not allowed for them to use. "
Hao Ren nodded slightly, and when he walked into the room, he muttered, "Speaking of which, you seem to be quite used to this atmosphere—I feel my back getting hairy."
"I don't feel anything." Vivienne laughed, "I used to live in the tomb a lot back then. It's normal for blood races to deal with these things."
The room was also full of soot. An oak bed was placed in the southeast corner of the house. The high-end bedding on the bed was rotten and riddled with holes. Beside the bed was a writing desk with drawers, on which old and worn-out writing instruments and some scraps of paper could be seen. On the other side of the room was a small fireplace, in which an unnatural flame burned quietly, and in front of the stove stood an old rocking chair with a few rags hanging down from it.
Looking at this scene, Hao Ren seemed to recall the scene of this house in his mind: a small warm flame was quietly burning in the stove. The small room was illuminated, and an old butler returned to the house after completing the work assigned by the master. Resting under the blanket in his favorite rocking chair, the firelight shone on his face, casting shadows on the old butler's wrinkled face. Then the butler suddenly remembered something, stood up and came to the writing desk, wrote something on a piece of parchment, and he put the parchment in the second drawer under the desk...
Hao Ren suddenly shook his head and regained his clarity. He felt his heart beat a few beats faster, and the hallucinations that he didn't know whether he imagined or appeared before his eyes still haven't completely subsided. He stared at the old rocking chair in the center of the room. At that moment just now, he seemed to really see an old wrinkled butler sitting on it, and even what happened afterwards was clearly printed on it as if he had seen it with his own eyes. in my mind. For a moment, the boundary between reality and fiction seemed to be shaken. Hao Ren felt that his consciousness was withdrawn from the abandoned house in this time and space, and fell into a certain memory hundreds of years ago. Vivian immediately noticed something was wrong with him: "Hao Ren, what's wrong?"
"I seem to see something, but the way Lily sees it is different," Hao Ren said as he subconsciously came to the writing desk next to the bed. Rusty hook, "I seem to see a whole memory..."
While talking, he crushed the hook on the drawer casually. After opening the drawer, he saw a lot of parchment thrown in it.
There are still some severely weathered fragments around the parchment. It should be that ordinary paper has failed to resist the erosion of time and turned into debris, but the parchment is basically still intact. He carefully took out the already fragile pieces of paper and put them on the table, and took out the data terminal: "Scan it, increase the contrast, and see what is written on it."
The terminal floated over the table to scan, a blue light shot from its lower part to the paper, and the holographic projection above it displayed the parsed text. Some of the handwriting has completely disappeared and cannot be recovered by technical means, but other handwriting can still be seen. It is something like a diary:
"...Hemerwin's suspicion and irascibility are getting worse. He believes in the superstitions circulating among the common people, and he even actively spreads them... I watched him grow up, but I don't know him anymore. Ever since Karin After Na got sick he was like... Maybe that 'scholar' was suspicious but Hemerwin trusted him more than ever and the scholar touched the cross with his hand... I'd better write this down but for whom What? I hope these things don't have to be spread in the future... "
After deciphering the contents of this paper, Hao Ren put the other parchments in front of the terminal and asked the latter to arrange the order of all the texts. He found that the things recorded on these papers were more important than he imagined: it seemed that they could Unravel the town's mysteries.
"...who the hell was that scholar? His origins cannot be traced, but he has convincing evidence that he is not evil. He touched the cross and cleaned his teeth with cleansing salt, and he was not afraid The spices I add to the fireplace—perhaps he has noticed my tentativeness a few times, so he is quite open to displaying these qualities... But the doubt still lingers. The rumors in the town have not diminished at all, and have intensified. The witch expelled by the day was found dead near the river beach this morning. She seemed to be trying to steal a piece of clothing, but she still couldn't hold out until the sun rose. Did her magic not work
"...the witch's body was burned, the signs of black magic are unmistakable, I should probably confess that I doubted that she was an innocent girl before - but when the flames came up, I felt nothing but fear, witch The dead body trembled violently the moment it was lit, and then a huge thick smoke rose from the flames. It was a terrifying sight, and the ashes splashed out of the thick smoke almost covered the entire square... The collected ashes were larger than three adult men the weight of the little child that the witch had eaten before, some said. The ashes were purified by holy water and scattered into the bottom of the pit covered with lime...
"...After the witch incident, my suspicion of the scholar has not diminished a bit, because the disease has not ended as he said, whether it is expelling the witch or burning the corpse of the witch, the children in the town are still sick, and the adults are also getting weak. stand up…
"...One night, I saw that scholar staying at the place where the witch's body was burned. There was no one there, but his mouth was moving, as if he had been talking to someone. I didn't dare to get too close, but I could hear it vaguely To the fact that he mentions 'opposite the door' and a man named 'Blood King'... there is no doubt that he is related to witches." (to be continued~^~)