Chapter 63

The rough yellowed letter paper on the edges was moistened by blood, and the dried dark red blood overlapped with the fresh red, tinging the retina.

The ink-colored words stained with blood looked rational and calm, but between the lines seemed to have a ruthless spirit - the calmness after the extreme sadness, the madness after the extreme calmness.

Mo Yi stared at the note in front of him, speechless for a moment.

He pursed his lips, moistened his dry throat, and put away the note.

Mo Yi turned his gaze and continued to observe the tomb in front of him.

The two small mounds happened to be located in the center of the entire open space. The strong smell of rust mixed with the moist smell of soil came into the nose, almost forcing people to stop breathing.

Mo Yi frowned without a trace, walked slowly around the raised grave, and looked at the scene in front of him with a careful look.

When he walked to one side of the grave, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The moist soil of the grave mound is soft and brand new, and it seems that it has just turned up from below. The sticky blood drips down the section of the soil layer and silently seeps into the land below it.

Mo Yi's eyes were deep, and he continued to walk backwards, and his vision that had lost the blockage of the grave became clearer.

There is a big hole above the land, revealing the deep tomb chamber with black holes.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. The blood and energy that filled the air could almost condense into substance, which clearly sting and force people's senses, deeply engraving traces that were hard to ignore.

Mo Yiliuo held his breath and took a few steps slowly towards the open tomb chamber. His body leaned forward slightly, looking into the dark and dull deep tomb chamber—

His gaze suddenly met a pair of straight eyes!

Mo Yi couldn't help but be shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The intense blood surging and the pulsing sound of the heart hit the ear drums. Mo Yi felt that his heart could almost jump out of his throat, and even his rapid breathing could be clearly heard.

He calmed down.

Calm down and look back, those eyes are turbid and unconscious, and there should be a high probability that they are not living people.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, turned on the flashlight to shine into the grave.

The light of the flashlight was printed on the dark red land at the edge of the tomb chamber, and then slowly moved inward, finally staying on a pale face covered with mud.

His face was slightly distorted by fear, and the dirt and blood made his pale skin dirty. His turbid eyes wide open to look at the void. There was no trace of luster in his blank pupils, and he stared straight at the edge of the tomb.

That was a complete head.

Below the head was connected with a half-broken neck, a large piece of skin and tendons. No drop of blood oozed out of the pale fracture. The bright red muscles and white bones appeared in the light of the flashlight, as if they were forcibly torn off the neck.

Mo Yi was stunned, turned the flashlight and shone it back on the distorted and dirty face.

After careful identification, he recognized the face hidden under the mud and blood this time.

——This is one of the players.

Mo Yi still remembers that twisted man step by step into the darkness, the player's crazy roar and struggle before his death, as well as endless blood and dazzling bright red.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a vague premonition surged in his heart.

He moved his wrist, and the flashlight's care moved downwards with his movements, and the whole picture in the tomb was revealed.

On the short and narrow walls inside each tomb, several huge marks are deeply engraved, almost covering the entire tomb. The strange and twisted lines are crisscrossed, and dark red blood is gathered in the depressions.

Although Mo Yi cannot recognize the meaning of this symbol, it is indisputable fact that it is related to Western devilish and mysticism based on the deformation of the inverted pentagrams in the symbol and the simple horns of sheep's lines.

Now, the tiny animal bones and huge goat skulls in the attic are explained.

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers.

When he was in the attic before, he had already had a vague guess.

After all...what will a person believe when he thinks that God does not exist?

--demon.

The desperate mother who lost her child chose to sacrifice to the demon to resurrect her child.

What is the little boy made of? Frogs and snails and puppy tails.

What does the little girl make from? Sugar and spices and all the good stuff.

It was sung in the nursery rhyme.

And in reality, there are really people who want to recreate a little boy and a little girl.

But she did not use harmless frog snails or candy spices—but the real flesh and blood of humans.

Above the dark brown land, some of the bodies missing from the players who had died before were neatly arranged on the wet soil of the tomb chamber according to the human structure. The tomb contained heads, hands, and elbows, while other parts were vacant.

But... I have obviously killed four times, why are there only three parts of the body inside?

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and thought, and continued to get closer to the inside of the tomb. His dark eyes became more and more focused, searching carefully for any clues that might have been missed.

The flashlight's aperture stayed under the head for a short while, illuminating a bloody piece of meat half buried in the wet mud, which was just inlaid where the shoulders were supposed to be.

——The number is no problem now.

The twisted man pulled his head off in the first nursery rhyme, the blind rat in the second nursery rhyme that lost his hands after robbing the body, the meat that the rat in the bird's beak mask bites off the player's shoulders, and the fourth nursery rhyme, followed the split man's elbows forward.

Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.

Mo Yi stood up, stamped his stiff and numb feet, raised his eyes, and glanced at another tomb.

With the faint light of the flashlight, you can see the almost identical pattern in another tomb.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his slender fingers subconsciously stroked the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in his palm. The clouds became increasingly dark under his heart, as if there was a thin layer of mist lingering in front of him, blocking his eyes and interfering with his sight.

At this moment, his afterglow caught a glimpse of the exposed corner of the soil that was inconsistent with the color around it.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned and walked a few steps in that direction.

Under the flashlight, this time he saw clearly what was hidden in the soil - it was a corner of yellow paper, half buried in the soil, and it seemed to be densely covered with handwriting.

He took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, then poked out half-squatted on the ground, and poked his hand into the tomb.

The soil soaked in blood made a wet and sticky sound under the soles of the force. Mo Yi stretched out his arms and slowly penetrated into the tomb half a person's height.

Shadows and darkness enveloped his eyes, and the huge smell of blood and rotten and wet earth instantly rushed towards him. A cold feeling surrounded his body, and the extreme sensory stimulation wrapped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.

The pale and broken body was near.

Mo Yi forced himself to stagger his eyes and focus on the paper hidden in the soil.

His body was pressing lower.

The front end of the finger touched the rough paper surface, slashing his fingertips hard.

Mo Yi moved his fingers with difficulty, pulled a corner of the paper with his index and middle fingers, and then pulled it out of the soil with force.

In the afternoon, he seemed to see the pale head beside him, his eyes slowly moved one square, and his out-of-focused and turbid pupils slowly looked at him.

Mo Yi was shocked, and somewhere outbreak of strength supported the ground with his other hand, and suddenly pulled up his upper body!

He staggered back a few steps, the hot beads of sweat slid down his cold temple, and his palms trembled involuntarily due to excessive force.

The sourness and numbness that I just pulled the meridians was just being transmitted into my mind by the dull nerves, and it hurts in pain.

While gasping, Mo Yi looked into the tomb under the light of the flashlight.

The head covered with soil and blood was lying quietly at the bottom of the tomb, with a pair of muddy and unsightly eyes staring at the sky, as if the scene I just saw was just an illusion.

Mo Yi's chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and a strange and cold breath tightened his heart like a hand, and then slowly tightened it, bringing a nearly weak feeling of suffocation.

He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and then opened the blood-stained paper stained with mud with his fingers that were still slightly trembling.

Although the paper is a bit wrinkled, the handwriting is particularly clear. The clear ink-colored handwriting looks calm and rational, mixed with Latin and English, and it looks particularly difficult to understand.

Several strange and complex symbols were drawn on the paper, almost exactly the same as the patterns in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned and identified several simple Latin characters.

lunae means Monday, and the word followed by it is - caput.

Head.

Mo Yi raised his head and subconsciously glanced across the dark air. He saw the familiar fluorescent blue countdown shining with cold light in the deep and heavy darkness.

time……

--time!

Mo Yi was stunned for a second, looked at the paper in his hand again, and suddenly realized.

A pair of extremely dark-colored eyes flashed with a striking light, focused and bright, like two cold stars on the pale face.

In this copy, time is the biggest clue.

Not long ago, he had made an assumption based on his previous experience and reminders at the beginning of the game: Solomon Grandi's life has a total of seven days, and the time of this copy is exactly seven hours, so the nursery rhyme in each hour can correspond to every day of Solomon Grandi's life.

And now he saw some of the organs of the people they killed by the monsters.

So... they kill people according to time and bring the organs corresponding to time here.
Chapter completed!