Chapter 59:

Chapter 59
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, a cold feeling spread to the top of his head instantly, and his hair was erect.
The fingers shuddered, the heavy music box slipped from the unsteady hand, fell straight on the ground, cushioned by the carpet, and then grunted into the darkness, making a metal chirp against the wall.
It was extremely loud in the silence, almost trembling in the air.
He turned his head sharply and looked straight behind him.
Empty behind him.
The flashing white light of the flashlight penetrated the thick darkness behind him, shining directly on the uneven and dirty carpet, leaving a shallow iris on it.
The carpet was covered with a thin layer of dust with a pair of shallow footprints.
As if ... someone had just stood there, watching him silently.
Mo Yi's throat was a bit dry, and he moved his knot, forcibly pressing down the coolness of his heart.
A cold touch came from the wrist.
Mo Yi looked up.
I saw that the mist was standing in the dark, almost blending with the ground color-as if born in Sri Lanka, it was incredible.
He looked at him quietly with a pair of light-colored eyes, and the gray eyes seemed to condense the deep and shallow mist.
The pale pale fingers of the knuckles gently touched his protruding carpal bones.
A touch of coldness came from the place where the two touched their skin, and there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of relief. For a time, Mo Yi's anxiety and anxiety were smoothed out, and negative emotions settled down.
Mo Yi smiled, his deep-colored eyes were cold and calm, as if there were only two emotions of calmness and reason.
The misty facial lines were slightly soft, and he removed his fingers from Mo Yi's wrist.
There was no communication between the two, but it seemed as if they were understanding.
Mo Yi set his mind and turned back. Moving the flashlight in his hand, looking for the music box that just fell.
Soon, the mottled metal box reappeared in his field of vision. It tumbled to the ground miserably, and the body that had been dropped had been separated. The faded velvet cushion and the ceramic figure on it had been dropped a little.
Even so, the small ceramic hands of the two children were still held tightly, as if they were not affected by external forces.
Mo Yi paused, reached out and picked up the music box that had been split in half.
The moment the music box was taken off the ground, a piece of yellowed paper folded in half fell out of it and landed silently on the dusty ground.
Mo Yi couldn't help but look around, turning his wrist and carefully looking at the metal box in his hand.
It turned out that under the velvet lining, there was also a hidden grid, which was just under the two ceramic figures, and above the metal parts in the music box.
It is very cleverly hidden, if it wasn't for such a fall, it would be hard to find.
And at the bottom of the cassette, there is also a silver necklace hidden. Because it has been dark for too long, one corner of the necklace has been tangled around the metal clockwork at the bottom of the box. Was thrown out during a fall.
A small oval frame dangled under the silver chain, shining brightly under the flashlight light.
Mo Yi pursed her lips and reached for the silver cover above the frame to reveal the portrait hidden in it.
The yellowed black and white photos are blurred, but the facial contours of the portrait can be seen-those are two photos that happen to be hidden one by one in the opened and closed photo frame.
It was a little boy, and a little girl.
Unclear facial lines melted into the confrontation between black and white, and they could only be seen clearly as they shook a shy smile at the camera.
The nursery rhyme found in the kitchen scratched my head.
Mo Yi frowned slowly.
It's all boys and girls ... what's the inner connection?
He blinked in confusion, and put the necklace in his hand back into the dark box in the music box. The silver pendant collided with the bottom of the metal box and gave a crisp "Dang" sound.
Mo Yi placed the box on the carpet, and reached out to pick up the folded note.
The yellowed paper was wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in water, and the writing on it was blurred, the edges of the dark ink were smeared and glowing cold cyan, but the content above was still clearly visible.
This is a stationery, except that there is no signature on it, no date, and only one sentence without head and tail:
"It-can-never-happen, i-won’t-allow-it"
[It never happens, I do n’t allow it]
At the bottom of the entire stationery, a small line of words was crookedly written, as if written by an unconscious person, and it was extremely laborious to read.
Mo Yi carefully identified for a while and found that it reads:
GOD-PLEASE-HELP-ME
[God save me]
There was a chill behind his back, and Mo Yi shrugged his shoulders subconsciously, and then folded the stationery back into the dark box of the music box.
He reattached the ceramic villain above to the music box, the color and shape of the lining exactly matched the surroundings, and he could not see any signs of being broken.
The broken mirror inlaid on the lid shone brightly.
Mo Yi deliberately did not look in the mirror in case he recalled the unpleasant experience just now.
This time, he saw the small words written in bronzing under the mirror: "MY-LOVE"
I love.
Mo Yi's brow tightened, as if the cloud of doubt grew deeper and deeper as he explored, accumulating in his eyes, making him unable to see the true appearance of this copy.
He exhaled deeply, closed the lid of the music box, and put it in his backpack.
Mo Yi stood up from the ground.
But because he had just squatted for too long, he stood up sharply at this moment, his eyes couldn't help getting dark, his tingling legs couldn't support the shaky body, and he lost his balance for a while and fell to the side.
The mist that had been watching him quietly aside at the moment stretched out his hand quickly, but with a little force, he helped Mo Yi falling to the side.
Mo Yi's dizziness took a few seconds to calm down. He blinked and realized that he was so close to the other party.
After the rain, a pine forest-like clear breath lingered around the nose, and the cold side of the face was close to the eyes.
In the darkness, two men of the same height leaned together, and the flashlight still on fell to the ground, projecting their silhouettes on one side of the wall, looking extraordinarily close.
Mo Yi coughed a little awkwardly, then stood upright, and said stupidly:
"Sorry."
Seeing that the distance between the two was widened, the fog lowered her eyes faintly, and said "um" without emotion fluctuations, saying, "It's all right."
Although his expression has not changed, but I don't know why, Mo Yi just can feel his moody mood all over his body.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his palm, and touched the top of the other's head a little strangely.
The fog lifted his eyes sharply, and a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly lighted up like the fog, tightly locking Mo Yi's face.
Unfortunately, the blush that spread behind his ears damaged his momentum.
Unlike the habitual smile that usually floats on the surface, although Mo Yi's face has no expression at this moment, there is a rare softness in her eyes.
Looks like ... extraordinarily vivid.
Seeing the fog staring at him for a moment, so that Mo Yi, who had originally felt nothing, could not help but feel a little unnatural.
He turned his head, bent over and picked up the flashlight that had been left out of the ground for a long time.
"Let's run out of time. We haven't started exploring upstairs yet."
There was a three-point smile on the matte surface, and a low reply, followed by Mo Yi in front of him, and walked forward with him.
Mo Yi walked slowly forward while moving the flashlight to illuminate the front road. With the light in his mind, he slowly outlined the outline of the space in front of him.
After exiting the stairs, a narrow corridor, crooked walls framed the curved floor, and three rooms extended obliquely from both sides of the corridor. The distribution was neither uniform nor symmetrical, and the structure was very strange.
The dirty carpet underfoot absorbed the sound of footsteps, and when I stepped on, I could only hear the muffled sound, and the squeaking of the obviously blurred planks, which seemed quite scary in the dark and cold corridor.
Mo Yi's pace stopped suddenly.
He turned to look at one of the rooms around him.
Through the dark room, you can see the window on the other side of the room. The dirty glass on the window is like a blurred curtain, printed with a blue countdown slowly jumping outside the window.
Mo Yi's eyes sank.
From this perspective ...
This should be the one, the man's window he saw downstairs.
Mo Yi squeezed the flashlight in his hand and felt that its metal shell was stained with a little warmth by his own body temperature.
He took a deep breath, the cold air scratched his chest along the airway, and the dry air struck his throat, making him even more emotional.
Mo Yi turned and walked in.
The room was large and looked messy, and under the light it became more and more messy, as if a gray shadow lurked in the darkness.
He walked straight to the window and looked down through the glass.
Coincidentally, you can see the twisted porch when entering.
Mo Yi pursed his lips.
……really.
He leaned forward and looked closely at the marks on the glass-there was a shallow, almost handprint that had disappeared.
Mo Yi stepped back and swept around the room with a flashlight. His wrists were stunned, and he saw a few crooked characters on the uneven wall opposite the window.
GOD-PLEASE-HELP-ME
[God save me]
Compared with the handwriting on the letter paper, the wall is more chaotic and crazy. The black liquid flows down, and then dries on the rough wall, leaving crooked traces, and dim brown under the light.
This color is not familiar.
-Bloodstains.
The large English letters are written by blood, printed on the dirty wall, scrawled and messy, just like a person's crazy mental state, shocking and thrilling.
Mo Yi subconsciously touched his backpack which was slung across.
Through the nylon cloth, the metal music box held his palm firmly.
Mo Yi suddenly slammed, a coldness rose from behind.
He suddenly remembered ... the black and white photo was an invention of the nineteenth century.
And according to their previous guess, this copy should be related to the Black Death.
But the time when the Black Death raged in Europe for the last time ...
It is the 17th century.
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