Chapter 63

The rough and yellowing writing paper was wet with blood, and the dry dark red blood overlapped with the fresh red, which pricked the retina.

The ink handwriting stained with blood looks rational and calm, but it seems that there is a ruthless force between the lines, which is calm after the extreme sadness, and the madness after the calmness to the extreme.

Mo Yi stares at the note in front of him, and is speechless for a moment.

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

Mo Yi turns his eyes and continues to observe the grave in front of him.

The two small mounds happened to be in the middle of the whole open space. The strong smell of rust mixed with the smell of wet soil came into the nasal cavity, 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.

When he came to the side of the tomb, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

The moist soil of the mound is soft and brand-new. It seems that it has just been turned over from below. The thick blood drips down the section of the soil layer and seeps into the soil under it silently.

Mo Yi's eyes are heavy. He continues to walk backward, and his sight becomes clearer when he loses the tomb bag.

There is a big hole in the top of the land, which shows the deep black chamber.

The smell of blood is more and more strong, and the blood gas in the air can almost condense into substance, which makes people's senses feel sharp and painful, and deeply engrave the marks that are hard to ignore.

Mo Yi held his breath slightly, and slowly stepped forward towards the open tomb chamber. He leaned forward slightly and looked into the dark and dark tomb chamber --

his eyes suddenly turned to a pair of straight eyes!

Mo Yi can't help but be surprised, subconsciously back a few steps.

The intense pulse of blood and the beating of his heart pounded the eardrum. Mo Yi felt that his heart could almost jump out of his throat, and his rapid breathing could be heard clearly.

He was determined.

Calm down and think back, those eyes are muddy and inanimate, there should be a great probability that they are not living people.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, turned on the flashlight and shone into the tomb.

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

His face was slightly distorted by fear, and his pale skin was dirty with mud and blood. His turbid eyes were wide open and looked into the void. There was no light in his dazed pupil, and he gazed straight at the edge of the tomb chamber.

It's a complete head.

Under the head, there is a half broken neck and a large area of skin and muscles. There is no blood seeping from the pale fracture. The bright red muscles and white bones appear in the light of the flashlight, as if they were forcibly torn from the neck.

Mo Yi is stunned, turn the flashlight, shine to that twisted dirty face again.

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

This is one of the players.

Mo Yi still remembers that twisted man step by step from the dark, this player died before the crazy roar and struggle, as well as endless blood and dazzling red.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

He moved his wrist, and the flashlight moved down with his movements, and the whole picture of the tomb was revealed.

On the short and narrow walls inside each tomb, there are several huge incisions, which almost completely cover the whole tomb. Strange and twisted lines crisscross, and dark red blood gathers in the depression of the line.

Although Mo Yi didn't recognize the meaning of this symbol, it was indisputable that it was related to Western demonology and mysticism according to the inverted pentagram in the symbol and the sheep horn with simple lines.

Now there's an explanation for the tiny animal bones in the attic and the huge goat skull.

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers.

He's been in the attic before.

After all What does a person believe when he thinks God doesn't exist?

The devil.

The desperate mother who lost her child chose to sacrifice to the devil to revive her child.

What is a little boy made of? Frogs and snails and puppies' tails.

What is a little girl made of? Sugar and spices and all the good things.

So it is in the nursery rhyme.

In reality, there are people who want to recreate a little boy and a little girl.

It's just that she doesn't use harmless frogs, snails, candy, spices - it's human flesh and blood.

Above the dark brown ground, parts of the bodies of the previously dead players are arranged neatly on the wet soil of the tomb chamber, with heads, hands, elbows, and other parts vacant.But Why is it that there are only three parts of the body in it after four times of killing.

Mo Yi droops his eyes to think, and continues to get closer to the interior of the tomb. His dark eyes become more and more focused, searching for any clues that may be missed.

The flashlight's aperture lingered for a moment under the head, illuminating a bloody piece of meat, half buried in the wet soil, which was exactly where the shoulder was supposed to be.

There is no problem with the number now.

In the first nursery rhyme, the twisted head of a man is pulled off; in the second nursery rhyme, the corpse of a blind mouse who has lost his hands after plundering; in the third nursery rhyme, the flesh bitten by the mouse in the beak mask on the player's shoulder; and in the fourth nursery rhyme, the elbow leaping forward with the fragmented man.

Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.

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

With the faint light of the flashlight, we can see the almost same pattern in another tomb.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his slender fingers subconsciously rubbed the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in his palm. His heart became more and more cloudy, as if there was a thin layer of mist lingering in front of him, blocking his eyes and interfering with his sight.

At this time, his remaining light caught a glimpse of a corner of the earth that did not match the surrounding color.

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

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

He took a deep breath, made psychological preparation for himself, and then reached out to squat on the ground and put his hand out to the tomb chamber.

The mud soaked with blood makes a sticky sound under the soles of his feet. Mo Yi stretches his arms, and his upper body slowly plunges into the half man high tomb.

The shadow and darkness covered his eyes, the huge smell of blood and the smell of rotten and wet soil suddenly came to his face. The cold feeling surrounded his body, and the extreme sensory stimulation wrapped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.

The pale and mutilated corpse was close at hand.

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

His body pressed lower.

The front of his finger touched the rough surface of paper and scratched his finger pulp hard.

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

Yu Guangli, he seems to see the pale head next to him, eyes slowly move a grid, out of focus and turbid pupil slowly look at him.

Mo Yi was startled. He didn't know where the strength came from. He supported the ground with his other hand and suddenly pulled his upper body up!

He staggered back a few steps, hot beads of sweat sliding down the cold temples, his hands trembling with excessive force.

Just now the numbness of the meridian is just introduced into the brain by the dull nerve, and it hurts a lot.

While breathing, Mo Yi looks after the tomb with the light of the flashlight.

The head, covered with mud and blood, lay quietly at the bottom of the tomb, with a pair of muddy eyes staring at the sky, as if the scene just seen was just an illusion.

Mo Yi's chest is still rapidly fluctuating. The strange and cold breath is like a hand holding his heart tightly, and then slowly tightening, bringing a feeling of almost powerless suffocation.

He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and with his still trembling fingers, he opened the paper stained with blood and mud.

Although the paper is a little wrinkled, the handwriting is particularly clear. The clear ink handwriting looks calm and rational, and the mixture of Latin and English makes it very difficult to understand.

The paper was painted with a number of strange and complicated symbols, almost exactly the same as those in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned and recognized several simple Latin characters.

Lunae means Monday, followed by the word caput.

Head.

Mo Yi raised his head, his eyes subconsciously across the dark sky, and saw the familiar blue countdown shining in the deep and thick darkness.

Time

Time!

Mo Yi Leng for a second, looking at the paper in his hands, suddenly realized.

A pair of very dark eyes flashing a compelling light, focused and bright, in the pale face like two cold stars.

In this copy, time is the biggest clue.

Not long ago, he had made a hypothesis based on his previous experience and the reminder at the beginning of the game: Solomon; Grandy's life is seven days, and the copy time is exactly seven hours, so the nursery rhyme in each hour corresponds to every day of Solomon grandi's life.And now he saw in the tomb here, parts of the organs of the people they had killed that monsters had taken away.

So They kill people according to time and bring organs corresponding to time here.

To complete the sacrifice.

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