Chapter 53

With the harsh "squeak" sound, the old and twisted door opened to the inside, and the cold breath came slowly from the dark door, mixed with the smell of dust and rotten wood.

And It's light and almost invisible smell of blood.

Walking in front of a few people step a meal, turn on the flashlight they carry, and then walk into the house.

The cold white light column can hardly penetrate the darkness of the room. The light circle is shaking in the whole room, shaking with the shaking of people's wrist, shaking from one corner of the room to the other, but still unable to see the whole picture.

Suddenly, just then, the whole room suddenly lit up!

Everyone was surprised.

In the four corners of the room, there are old and old candlesticks, on which there is a weak light to light up the whole room.

Such a strange phenomenon makes everyone feel a little empty.

Walking in front of a senior person swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moisten dry to raw sore throat, hoarse mouth way: "go, go."

The party walked cautiously and slowly into the porch and into the room one by one.

Mo Yi was in the back of the crowd and walked in with everyone's pace.

Before entering the room, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

The three newcomers who chose not to come in were close to each other and seemed to be close enough to give them strength. They stood on the barren ground with endless darkness behind them, wriggling vaguely.

The countdown, flashing blue in the sky, was particularly ominous.

Fog followed him, a pair of light gray pupils looked at him in an unpredictable way, and the light thin lips pursed a tiny arc and waited quietly.

In the last copy, he needs to have the player open the door actively to be put into the copy. This time, perhaps because of the light of this open platform, he can enter the copy directly.

Mo Yi frowns slightly, the expression in the deep eyes is somewhat complicated.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Although the fog has not revealed any adverse tendency to him, and even helped him a lot, we can't help but admit that such a spirit always following his side is still frightening.

What's more, his addition means more variables, even the difficulty that may continue to increase.

At this time, a player walking beside him put his head forward and looked at Mo Yi's eyes with some doubts, but only saw a void. He could not help but asked:

"what's the matter? Did you find anything? "

Mo Yi shakes his head, eyebrows and eyes calm: "nothing, let's go."

There are as many mysteries in the fog as in his danger and uncertainty.

For example: why should he follow himself? ——Even with the real world, why help him repeatedly? What is his identity and the reason for his persistence?

His intuition told him: these problems are all extremely critical.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the room. He held the half open door in his palm and deliberately stayed for more than ten seconds. He glanced at the fog.

The cold and sharp facial lines of the fog softened a little, and the light gray eyes were like the light fog in the morning. He restrained himself to bend the corners of his lips and stepped forward to walk in through the crack in the door opened by Mo Yi.

His cold breath came close, and a low voice passed: "thank you very much."

Mo Yi's facial expression does not change, but frown secretly and walks in behind the other party.

The strange shape of the old door closed behind him, stirring up a cloud of dust, fluttering down in the dim light.

There is much more space in this room than it looks from the outside.

What's more, what's more weird is It's not just the outside, it's the inside of the house, it's twisted.

The uneven floor is connected with the crooked walls. Above is the twisted ceiling, which is covered with moss and dust. All the furniture inside is crooked. There is hardly any straight line in the whole room.

Everything seems to be a combination of distortion and weirdness.

The crowd looked at the room in silence.

The scene is like walking into a distorted dream, or falling into another strange world, which almost makes people doubt their own eyes.

Mo Yi's face is still light, eyes slowly squint, subconsciously move forward a step.

All of a sudden, a strange touch came from his feet, which was totally different from the texture of the wood floor. It seemed that something was protruding, and it was hard to scratch the soles of his feet.

Mo Yi was stunned and moved his right foot.

I saw in the floor gap under his feet, stuck with a shiny thing, in the dim light of the candlestick, flashing a shallow silver light.He squatted down and reached out his hand for the glitter stuck in a crack in the twisted floor.

After using a clever force, the thing that was originally dead and stuck was buckled out by Mo Yi.

He placed it on the palm of his hand and stood up.

Next to a few players who saw his change here also came around, and looked curiously into his palm.

Mo Yi wiped away the dust on its surface with his fingertips. After looking at the light carefully for a while, Mo Yi slowly frowned, and his eyes flashed slightly, showing some consideration.

The senior man who had chatted with him outside before could not help being curious and asked, "what is this?"

Others, too, can't see anything from left to right. They look at Mo Yi in mist, waiting for him to explain why.

However, he was not sure It's a sixpence coin

However, unlike the normal sixpence, the coin is as twisted as the house, with crooked English letters and numbers in its irregular circular arc. The gullies are filled with dust accumulated over the years, which makes it very difficult to identify at a glance.

Mo Yi raised his head and glanced across the window on the first floor.

Through the fuzzy glass, you can see the countdown of the slow passage in the dark and the three new figures standing not far away.

At this time, Mo Yi saw that something seemed to be surging in the dark.

The pale gray white appeared in the darkness that swallowed all the light, and then slowly stretched out from the platform.

It was a pale arm.

Some people also saw the situation outside the house. A tall player ran to the door and wanted to open the door to let the newcomers come in. However, the old wooden door, which was originally crooked and could not fit the door frame completely, was like a cast-in-a-iron and could not be shaken at all.

Seeing that the door couldn't be opened, Mo Yi made a lunge to the window, slapped at the window and warned out:

"run!"

The newcomers outside saw the commotion in the house from a distance, but could only hear some vague sounds inside.

One of the timid players asked timidly, "what's going on inside?"

Another person beside him calmed down and his voice changed a little under the influence of fear:

"just They knew that there was nothing good in going into the house, and they didn't listen to it... "

Before he finished his words, a toothy "creak" sound sounded in the back of his head, like the sound of a broken wood branch, or the sound of crushing bones.

The three turned around at the same time.

A tall "man" emerged from the darkness outside the platform, first with slender pale arms and then with long and thin legs. His whole body seemed to be drawn with crooked lines.

Out of proportion.

He was dressed in a crooked tuxedo and a shabby top hat, and his long, twisted face was fuzzy and pale. He could not see his features clearly. He only had a cracked mouth humming something in a deep and terrible voice.

The three screamed in horror and turned to run.

The twisted man stretched out his twisted arm like a branch, and with a wave of his pale and deformed palm, he pulled back a man who had not run too far, and tore it hard -

the hot blood splashed everywhere, and the head of the man was pulled down!

He threw down the frightened corpse in his hand. He only took a step forward. His long and thin leg had already stepped out a long way. His face in the top hat approached the next victim. His deformed white face showed a strange smile.

The hum was louder.

He held out his hand, like a toy, and caught the second man. Despite the struggle and scream of the man, he pulled hard. The second head was torn off, and white bones could be seen in the bloody fracture. The dazzling blood splashed out of the throat and splashed on the man's narrow and ill fitting old tuxedo.

At last the third man ran to the door of the house, shaking the doorknob with despair and helplessness.

Her face, distorted by fear, was covered with sweat and tears, and she screamed in horror, "help! Help

The voice is hoarse like weeping blood, shivering like a withered leaf in the wind.

The door did not move.

The "man" once again took a big step forward, the twisted palm hit, pulled the woman's hair, and then just moved the finger, her neck bone came to a crack, and her body fell down.

It's quiet outside now.

The humming of the man's mouth became very clear in this strange silence:

" heboughtacrookedcat…… whichcaughtacrookedmouse……”He pulled the soft fallen corpse of the player. With his long, thin legs and twisted steps, he collected all the body fragments and heads, held them in his slender and pale arms, and walked back into the darkness.

The house was dead, only the muffled breath.

Fear seems to penetrate into every hole, along every pore drill into everyone's heart.

Mo Yi was pale, holding on to the sixpence coin subconsciously, even his knuckles turned white.

he whispered in a low voice:

"there is a crooked man,

and he walkedacrooked mill,

the foundation of a crooked stile;

which caughtacrookedmouse,

and the all live togetherA little crooked house.

[there was a twisted man,

walking on a twisted road a mile long

with a twisted sixpence in his hand

stepped on the twisted steps

he bought a twisted cat

the cat caught a twisted mouse >

they live together in a small twisted house]

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