Chapter 62

Mo Yi reached out and pressed his backpack. There was a rustling sound of paper in the nylon fabric under his palm.

He looked out the window. The countdown with blue light in the dark air was slowly changing the last number, and he calculated the passing time in an orderly manner.

A new hour has begun.

At the speed of the monster crawling just now, he might have reached downstairs now.

Mo Yi subconsciously suffered all his fingers. The cold sweaty touch just now seemed to be still in his palm, as if the thrilling scene just now had not ended.

He took a deep breath, walked closer toward the window, and placed the open flashlight on the dusty windowsill.

Under the cold aperture of the flashlight, the tiny bones hanging in the air flashed with a cold halo. The goat skull hanging by the wall looked at him with empty dark sockets, looking particularly strange.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, staggered his gaze, and then reached out and pulled open his backpack.

Now that the dangerous period has passed, the attic can be said to be relatively safe.

In such a difficult copy, such opportunities are rare, but you need to seize them carefully.

He took out the stack of paper that had just been tucked into his backpack. The yellowed paper surface was wrinkled due to Mo Yi's rough movement just now, and the edges were rolled up, looking a little pitiful.

Mo Yi carefully smoothed the creases on the paper and looked at the flashlight.

It was a stack of letter paper.

One corner of it was simply fixed so that it did not scatter.

——It seems to have the same texture as the folded letter paper hidden in the music box.

However, it is different from the crooked and slightly crazy handwriting on the paper. This rough and yellowed paper is quite clean, with no other stains except the dust on it. It is written in beautiful English, and the feminine ink-colored handwriting is rational and exquisite. It can be seen from the word selection and sentence making that I have received a good education.

Each letter was given to a man named Este, but it seemed never sent, without a signature or date.

Mo Yi read the above text:

"Erika had a fever today and seemed to have caught a cold. Other than that, we are all fine, don't worry."

He turned on the next piece, and the crisp page made a rustling sound under his fingers:

"It's still raining today. It's been seven days. The clothes dried have never been dry. Today, John also fell down with a fever. God bless you."

This paper seemed to have been soaked in water, and the handwriting on it was a bit blurry.

Mo Yi had some vague guesses in his heart.

He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then turned over the next one.

The handwriting on this picture looks sloppy and panic, with many stains on the edges of the rolled up, and the more traces of placing and changing them:

"The doctors came today. They said Erica and John had typhoid fever. God, they were less than eight years old, please help them."

The remaining paper seemed to be soaked in tears, and the wrinkled letter paper was a little crisp, like a pitiful wrinkled dead leaves.

The next handwriting is getting more and more sloppy:

"It was still raining today, and Erica and John were burning red. I was by their side, unable to sleep all night, and their weak breathing could almost tear my heart open.

I pray to God in the darkness and let me take over them. It’s only a moment, take my life away and let my children live…”

Acute typhoid fever is an equally malignant disease, with a high mortality rate in that era, especially for children.

So what does this have to do with the plague that has disappeared for nearly a hundred years?

Mo Yi took a deep breath, frowned and turned on the next one.

The next handwriting became more and more crazy and sloppy: "The doctor said he was powerless, how could it be! Waste! Waste, impossible, my Erica and John, they will live a hundred years old, and if anyone deserves to die, it's me!"

The rest of the blank spaces of a whole piece of letter paper were filled with "godpleasehelpme", which occupied all the spare places in a mess. A desperate and crazy mother seemed to be right in front of her, making people unbearable to read more.

Surprisingly, the next letter paper looks particularly blank and clean compared to this one, with only a line of small words on it:

“God does not exist.”

Mo Yi's heart was a little heavy, and his palm subconsciously stroked the silver necklace wrapped around his wrist. The heavy pendant on it was coldly pressed against his skin and fell down heavily.

If there were no accidents, the two photos here are these two children, who died of acute typhoid fever.

He slowly stroked the rough edge under the letter paper with his fingers, and then compared it with the previous one.

——This letter paper is a small piece shorter than the previous one, and it seems to have been torn away part of it.

Perhaps this is the key to this copy.

Mo Yi spread the letter papers flat and spread them, and then carefully stuffed them back into his backpack. He looked up at the jingling bones hanging in the attic.

The dark eyes were slightly closed, and the pale face looked increasingly bloodless.

Hopefully his guess is wrong.

Mo Yi picked up the flashlight placed on the windowsill and swept the entire attic briefly. He was about to continue looking for any clues he had not discovered just now.

A familiar sound came from outside the window.

"Crack" friction, rolling, and soft and vague humming.

Mo Yi was stunned, walked back to the half-open window, poked his head out and looked down.

On the barren and deserted ground, the broken man who had just chased him was squirming along the crooked path. The skinny dead wood next to him pointed to the dark sky, looking strange and strange.

There were several bloody broken limbs next to the man's body, and he followed him and crawled forward, leaving deep and shallow blood marks behind him.

The man slowly crawled into the floating platform and disappeared into the vast darkness with his gurgling head and wriggling body.

However, beyond Mo Yi's expectations, those who followed the man should have been the fresh broken limbs that once belonged to the player, changed directions and struggled to move forward there.

Mo Yi was stunned and leaned out and looked out.

The broken limbs slowly crawled into the side and back of the house and disappeared from his sight. Only a long stain of blood was left behind, which looked particularly dazzling on the barren land.

According to previous experience, these blood stains will definitely disappear without a trace within ten minutes.

Mo Yi turned around suddenly, lifted up the secret door on the attic floor, then quickly climbed down the wooden ladder, and ran out as fast as he could.

The wooden floor covered with dirty carpet made a violent crunch at his feet, and the heavy dust was brought up by his movements, raised in the air, the cold and humid air pressed against his cheeks, invading the thin clothes, and the whistling sound of wind filled his ears.

Mo Yi ran across the corridor and came to the narrow and twisted stairs.

He held the handle of the stairs with his palm, and the flashlight in his hand shook violently with his movements, and the aperture was unstable on the crooked stairs, making people almost dizzy.

Breathing and heartbeat mix into noisy tones that impact the eardrums.

Mo Yi's lips were pursed tightly, the sharp lip line was tight, and his eyes were very dark in color, which made people's hearts palpitations.

He ran down the stairs.

When other players who were still alive saw him, they were shocked - when the split man walked down the stairs, no one of them felt that Mo Yi was likely to be alive.

But he is still alive?!

Incredible!

Mo Yi ignored everyone's different expressions, but accelerated his pace, pushed open the wooden door that had not been closed and rushed out.

Only the players with a confused look were left looking at each other.

Mo Yi ran out of the porch and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - it's so good, the blood has not disappeared yet.

He still did not dare to slack off. He maintained his speed just now, walked forward quickly along the intermittent and bright blood on the ground, and walked around the distorted room to the side.

On the way, Mo Yi saw several corpses that were also sucked in blood. Their eyes were gone. They should be the players who were killed by deformed mice after running out.

However, unexpectedly, the hands of these corpses disappeared, and there was no trace of blood at the pale fracture.

He frowned and continued to walk forward with the blood spreading on the ground.

Mo Yi walked to a place he hadn't seen before.

Because the shape of this house is too strange, the vertical and horizontal walls and the twisted and protruding rooms block people's sight. If you just walk around the house, it is almost impossible to find that there is a strange land behind the overlapping walls.

The smell of blood is getting stronger.

Mo Yi walked forward a few steps, and the soil under his feet felt a wet touch.

Unlike the vast and deserted yellow land outside, the ground here presents a strange dark red color.

Mo Yi squatted down, picked up some soil in his hand, and gently twisted his fingers, and a wet bright red instantly appeared on his white fingertips.

Blood.

The entire land here is stained with blood.

Mo Yi stood up and looked around the land, barely identifying that the window protruding half of the corner beside him was the kitchen on the first floor.

He frowned.

Judging from the rough map in his mind, this land is probably in the center of the entire house.

The blood on the ground slowly penetrated into the wet and soft soil, and the traces that were originally clearly visible slowly disappeared.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward, and the shape of the land was revealed more clearly in front of him.

I saw that in the center of this land, there were two protruding small mounds, and the color of the soil on it was the brightest red, as if it had just been made of blood.

There are two simple tombstones standing in front of the mound with two familiar names written on it:

"Erika".

"John".

There was a half of torn letter paper in front of the tombstone. Mo Yi walked up and picked it up - it was another part of the last letter paper.

It was almost soaked in blood, and only some vague words could be identified:

"Dear Este, God has taken you away from me, and I will never allow him to take our children again."
Chapter completed!