Chapter 63:

Chapter 63
Letters with rough and yellow edges are moistened with blood stains, and the dark red blood stains that have dried up overlap with fresh scarlet red, stinging the retina.
The blood-stained ink writing looks sane and calm, but between the lines there seems to be a reckless force—the calmness after the sadness to the extreme, and the madness after the extreme.
Mo Yi stared at the note in front of him for a moment.
He pursed his lips, moistened his dry throat, and put away the slip of paper.
Mo Yi turned his gaze and continued to observe the grave in front of him.
The two small mounds happened to be in the center of the whole open space, and the thick rusty smell mixed with the moist smell of mud was introduced into the nasal cavity, which almost forced people to stop breathing.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace, walking slowly around the raised tomb, and carefully looked at the scene in front of him.
When he came to the side of the grave, he couldn't help but stunned slightly.
The moist soil of the grave was soft and brand new, and it seemed as if it had just turned up from below. The thick blood dripped down the broken surface of the soil layer and silently infiltrated the ground below it.
Mo Yi's eyes were heavy. He continued to walk backwards, and the sight blocked by the grave bag became clearer.
There is a large hole above the land, exposing a deep tomb with a black hole.
The scent became more and more dense, and the blood in the air could almost condense into a substance, sharply stabbing the human senses, and deeply engraving hard to ignore.
Mo Yi held his breath slightly, took a few steps slowly towards the open grave chamber, leaned forward slightly, and looked into the dark and dark tomb chamber--
His eyes met with a pair of straight eyes!
Mo Yi could not help but startled and took a few steps subconsciously.
The fierce blood pressure and the beating 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 sound was clear and audible.
He settled down.
Think calmly and go back and think that those eyes are cloudy and apathetic, there should be a great probability that they are not living.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, turned on the flashlight and shone into the grave.
The light of the flashlight was printed on the dark red ground on the edge of the burial chamber, then slowly moved inward, and finally stopped on a pale face covered with dirt.
His face was slightly distorted by fear, dirt and blood stains made the pale skin dirty, turbid eyes wide open to the void, and there was no gleam in the blank pupil, staring straight at the edge of the tomb.
It was a complete skull.
Below the skull is a half-broken neck and a large area of ​​skin and veins. There is no blood dripping from the pale fracture. Bright red muscles and white bones are visible under the light of a flashlight. Torn off.
Mo Yi froze, turned the flashlight, and refocused on the twisted 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 the twisted man stepping into the darkness step by step, the player's crazy roar and struggle before death, and endless blood and dazzling red.
Mo Yi pursed her lips, a hint of unpredictable feeling came from her heart.
He moved his wrist, and the flashlight's attention moved downwards with his movement, and the whole picture of the tomb was revealed.
And on the short and narrow walls inside each tomb, there are deeply engraved several huge nicks, which almost completely covered the entire inside of the tomb. The weird and twisted lines crisscross, the dark red blood gathers in the line depression.
Although Mo Yi couldn't recognize the meaning of this symbol, according to the deformed inverted pentagram and the simple line of horns, it is an indisputable fact that it is related to western demons and mystics.
The tiny animal skeletons and huge goat skulls in the attic are now explained.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers subconsciously.
When he was in the attic before, he already had a faint guess.
After all ... when a person thinks that God doesn't exist, what will she believe?
--demon.
The desperate mother who lost her child chooses to sacrifice to the devil to resurrect her child.
What does a little boy do? Frogs and snails and puppy tails.
What does a little girl do? Sugar and spices and all the good things.
It was singing in the nursery rhymes.
In reality, someone really wants to recreate a little boy and a little girl.
It's just that she's not using harmless frogs and snails, sweets and spices-but human flesh and blood.
Above the dark brown land, the parts of the bodies that were missing from those who died before are all neatly arranged on the moist soil of the tomb in accordance with the structure of the human body. The tomb has heads, hands, elbows, and other parts. Vacant.
But ... there have been four killings, why are there only three parts of the body inside?
Mo Yi pondered his eyes, and continued to move closer to the interior of the tomb. A pair of dark eyes became more focused, searching for any clues that might be missed.
The flashlight's iris stayed under the skull for a short while, illuminating a piece of meat half-buried in the moist soil, which was set exactly where it was supposed to be on the shoulder.
-There is no problem with the number now.
The first nursery rhyme pulled off the head of the twisted man, the blind nursery in the second nursery rhyme lost the hands of the corpse, and the third nursery rhyme the meat bitten off the player's shoulder by the mouse in the beak mask, and In the fourth nursery rhyme, the elbows of the torn man jumped forward.
Each nursery rhyme corresponds to a body part.
Mo Yi stood up, squinted her stiff and numb feet, raised her eyes, and glanced at the other tomb.
With the dim light of the flashlight, almost the same pattern in the other tomb can be seen.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, his slender fingers subconsciously rubbed the slightly rough surface of the cold flashlight in the palm of his hand, and it became more and more cloudy under his heart, as if a thin layer of mist had been lingering in front of his eyes, blocking his eyes. , Disturbing his sight.
Just then, Yu Guang glanced at the pale corner of the dirt that did not match the surrounding color.
Mo Yi froze slightly and took a few steps in that direction.
Under the light of a flashlight, this time he could see clearly what was hidden in the soil—it was a piece 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 reached out to squat on the ground, and put his hand into the tomb.
The soil soaked with blood made a moist and sticky sound under the forceful feet, Mo Yi stretched his arms, and the upper body slowly penetrated all the way into the half-height tomb.
Shadows and darkness enveloped his eyes, and a huge smell and rotten moist earth rushed towards him instantly. Sen's coldness surrounded his body. Extreme sensory stimuli wrapped him, almost forcing him to stop breathing.
A pale, mutilated corpse was in sight.
Mo Yi forced herself to stagger her eyes and focus on the piece of paper hidden in the dirt.
His body was lowered.
The front of the finger touched the rough surface of the paper and scratched his fingertips hard.
Mo Yi moved his finger in a difficult way, grabbed one corner of the paper with his index and middle fingers, and then pulled it out of the dirt with force.
In Yu Guangli, he seemed to see the pale head beside him, his eyes slowly moved by one square, and the defocused pupil slowly looked at him.
Mo Yi was startled. I didn't know where the strength broke out, using the other hand to support the ground, and yanked his upper body!
He stepped back a few steps, the hot sweat beads slipped down the cold temples, his palm trembling involuntarily due to excessive force.
The soreness of the meridians just now was just introduced into the mind by the dull nerves, and the pain was aching.
While breathing, Mo Yi looked into the grave along the light of the flashlight.
The skull covered with dirt and blood was lying quietly at the bottom of the tomb, and a pair of muddy eyes stared at the sky, as if the scene just seen was just an illusion.
Mo Yi's chest was still hesitating, his strange and cold breath held his heart tightly like a hand, then tightened slowly, bringing a sense of choking that was almost powerless.
He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and opened the and muddy paper with his still trembling fingers.
Although the paper was a bit crumpled, the handwriting was very clear. The clear ink handwriting looked calm and sensible. Latin and English were mixed and looked particularly difficult to understand.
On the paper were several weird and complicated symbols, almost the same as the pattern in the tomb. Mo Yi frowned, and recognized a few simple Latin characters.
Lunae means Monday, followed by the word-caput.
Skull.
Mo Yi raised his head, and glanced subconsciously across the dark air, and saw the familiar fluorescent blue countdown flashing cold in the deep darkness.
time……
--time!
Mo Yi froze for a second, looked at the paper in his hand again, and realized.
A pair of extremely dark eyes flashed an intense light, focused and bright, and looked like two cold stars on the pale face.
In this copy, time is the biggest clue.
Not long ago, he already made assumptions based on previous experiences and reminders at the beginning of the game: Solomon Grandy's life has seven days. This copy is exactly seven hours, so the song of each hour The nursery rhymes correspond to every day of Solomon's Grandi's life.
And now he saw in the grave here that some of the organs of those killed by the monsters were taken away by them.
So ... they kill people according to time and bring the organs corresponding to time here.
To complete the sacrifice.
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There are some clues that are not mentioned, so don't worry, in the next chapter.
Try to present something mysterious without obscurity, and do not know if it has reached conciseness (tears
There are many different versions of demonics and mysticism. Although I tried my best to prove it, there is still a possibility that there will be mistakes. I hope everyone understands.
PS: I don't want to learn Latin anymore.
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