Chapter 62:

Chapter Sixty-two
Mo Yi reached out and pressed his backpack. The nylon fabric under the palm was rustling with paper.
He raised his eyes and looked out the window. In the dark sky, the countdown emitting blue light was slowly changing the last digits, and the elapsed time was calculated methodically.
The new hour begins.
At the speed at which the monster was crawling, it may be downstairs now.
Mo Yi exhausted his fingers subconsciously. The cold and sweaty touch just seemed to be still in his palm, as if the thrilling scene just ended.
He took a deep breath, walked closer to the window, and set the open flashlight on the dusty window sill.
Under the flash of the flashlight's icy aperture, the tiny bones hanging in mid-air flashed a cold halo, and the goat's skull hanging by the wall stared at him with empty black eyes, looking extraordinarily weird.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, staggered his eyes, and then stretched out his backpack.
Now that the dangerous period has passed, the attic can be said to be relatively safe here.
In such a difficult copy, this kind of opportunity is rare, but it must be grasped.
He took out the stack of paper that had just been hurriedly packed into his backpack, the yellowed paper surface was crumpled by Mo Yi's rough movement just now, and the edges were rolled up, which looked pitiful.
Mo Yi carefully smoothed the creases on the paper and looked at the light of the flashlight.
It was a stack of stationery.
One corner of it was simply fixed so that it didn't fall apart.
-It seems to have the same texture as the folded letter paper hidden in the music box.
However, unlike the crooked, slightly crazy writing on that piece of paper. This rough and yellowed paper is quite clean. There are no other stains except the dust on it. It is written in beautiful English. The feminine ink color is rational and delicate. It can be seen from the sentence formation. Good education.
Each letter was addressed to a person named Esther, but it never seemed to have been sent, with no signature or date.
Mo Yi read the text above:
"Erica has a fever today and seems to be catching a cold. Apart from that, we are all fine, don't miss it."
He turned the next one, and the crisp paper made a rustling sound under his fingers:
"It's still raining today. It's been seven days. The clothes I've dried haven't been dried. Today John also has a fever and falls down, God bless."
The paper seemed to have been wet with water, and the writing on it was a little fuzzy.
There was some vague speculation in Mo Yi's heart.
He pursed his lips, hesitated, and turned over the next one.
The handwriting on this picture seems scribbled and flustered, and the rolled edge is stained with a lot of stains, and the more marks are altered:
"The doctor is here today. They say that Erika and John are typhoid. God, they're less than eight years old. Ask God to help them."
The remaining paper seemed to be soaked with tears, and the crumpled letterhead was a bit brittle, like a poor, shriveled leaf.
The handwriting on the next picture is more and more scribbled:
"It's still raining today, and Erika and John are burning red, and I'm by their side, I can't sleep all night and all night, and their weak breathing can almost tear my heart.
I pray to God in the dark, let me take their place, only a moment, take my life, let my children live ... "
Acute typhoid was an equally malignant disease with a high fatality rate during that era, especially for children.
So what does this have to do with the plague that has disappeared for nearly a century?
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and frowned and opened the next one.
The handwriting on the next page became more and more frantic and scribbled: "The doctor said that he can do nothing, how can it be! Waste! Waste, impossible, my Erica and John, they will live forever, and if anyone it is me! "
The entire blank of the stationery was filled with "GODPLEASEHELPME", messily occupying all the empty places. A desperate and crazy mother seemed to be in front of her, making it hard to read more.
Unexpectedly, the next stationery was extraordinarily blank and clean compared to this one, with only a small line on it:
"God doesn't exist."
Mo Yi's heart was a little heavy, and the palm of his hand subconsciously touched the silver necklace wrapped around his wrist. The heavy pendant on it fell coldly against his skin and fell down heavily.
If nothing else, the two pictures here are these two children, who died of an acute typhoid fever.
He slowly scratched the rough edges under the stationery with his fingers and compared them with the previous one.
This stationery is shorter and shorter than the previous one, and it seems to have been partially torn away.
Perhaps this is the key to this copy.
Mo Yi flattened the pieces of stationery, and then carefully shoved them back into his backpack. He looked up at the clinking bones hanging in the attic.
The dark eyes were slightly constricted, and the pale face became increasingly bloodless.
Hope his guess is wrong.
Mo Yi picked up the flashlight on the window sill and roughly scanned the whole attic slightly, and was preparing to continue to look for any clues he had not found just now--
There was a familiar sound outside the window.
The squeaks, rolling sounds of "嚓嚓", and the soft and fuzzy humming.
Mo Yi froze, walked back to the half-open window, leaned out her head and looked down.
I saw that on the bare, deserted ground, the fragmented man who had just chased him was creeping along the crooked path, and the skeletal dead wood next to it pointed to the dark sky, looking weird and weird.
There were several limbs beside the man's body, and he crawled forward beside him, leaving deep and light blood stains on his back.
The man slowly climbed out of the suspended platform, disappearing into the vast darkness with his mumbling head and wriggling body.
However, beyond Mo Yi's expectation, those who followed the man should be fresh broken limbs that once belonged to the player, but changed their direction, and wriggled and struggled toward it.
Mo Yi froze and leaned out to look out.
The broken limbs slowly crawled into the side of the house and disappeared into his sight, leaving only a long blood trail behind him, which looked particularly dazzling on the barren land.
According to previous experience, these blood stains will disappear without trace within ten minutes.
Mo Yi turned sharply, raised the dark door on the attic floor, and then quickly climbed down the wooden ladder, running out at his fastest speed.
The wooden floor covered with dirty carpets made a crunchy sound under his feet. The heavy dust was brought up by his movements, raised in the air, and the cold and humid air pressed against his cheeks, penetrated into the thin clothing, and whistled wind Fill your ears.
Mo Yi ran across the corridor to the narrow and twisted staircase.
He held the handle of the stairs with the palm of his hand, the flashlight in his hand swayed violently with his movements, the aperture irradiated on the crooked stairs instably, and the shaking people were almost dizzy.
The sound of breathing and heartbeat mixed into a noisy tone, impacting the eardrum.
Mo Yi's lips were tight, his sharp lip lines were tight, and a pair of extremely dark eyes were concentrating.
He ran down the stairs.
The other alive players saw him and couldn't help but be shocked-when the torn apart man came down the stairs, none of them thought Mo Yi had the possibility of alive.
But he is still alive? !!
Incredible!
Mo Yi ignored the different looks of the crowd, but accelerated his pace and pushed open the wooden door that had not been closed.
Only a face of aggressive players face each other.
Mo Yi ran out of the porch, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief-great, the bloodstains had not disappeared.
He still didn't dare to slack off, maintaining his own speed, walking forward along the intermittent bright blood on the ground, and walking around the twisted room to the side.
On the way, Mo Yi saw several corpses that had also been drained of blood, and their eyes were gone. They should be the players who were killed by deformed mice after running out.
But, unexpectedly, the hands of these corpses were missing, and there was no trace of blood on the pale fracture.
He frowned, and continued to follow the blood on the ground.
Mo Yi turned abruptly to a place he hadn't seen before.
Because the shape of this house is too strange, the vertical and horizontal walls and twisted and protruding rooms obstruct people's vision. If you just walk around the house, it is almost impossible to find it behind the overlapping walls. There is also a strange land.
The smell grew stronger.
Mo Yi walked a few steps forward, and the soil under his feet gave a moist touch.
Unlike the vast and barren yellow land outside, the ground here presents a weird dark red.
Mo Yi crouched down, picked up some dirt in her hands, and twisted her fingers gently. A wet, bright red appeared on the white fingertips.
blood.
The whole land here was dyed with blood.
Mo Yi stood up and looked around the land, barely recognizing that the window protruding half a corner around her was the first floor kitchen.
He frowned.
According to a rough map in his mind, this land-afraid of it in the center of the whole house.
The blood on the ground slowly penetrated into the moist and soft soil, and the traces that were clearly visible slowly disappeared.
Mo Yi took a few steps forward, and the shape of the land appeared more clearly in his eyes.
I saw in the middle of this land there were two small mounds that protruded. The color of the soil above was the brightest red, as if it had just been irrigated with blood.
In front of the mound are two humble tombstones with two familiar names written on them:
"Erica".
"John".
In front of the tombstone was a small piece of torn-off stationery. Mo Yi stepped forward and picked it up—another part of the last stationery torn.
It was almost soaked with blood, and it was only embarrassing to recognize some vague writing:
"Dear Esther, God has taken you away from me, and I will never allow him to take our children again."
"--I will at all costs."
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