Chapter 57

Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously walked forward a few steps.

The mask was quietly at the head of the bed, with a thick layer of dust falling on it, and the dark glass eye mask was stained with dust. The silver-white beak was bent and stretched, hanging on the edge of the cabinet.

Seeing that his eyes were wrong, Yu Ran looked at him along his gaze, and his expression couldn't help but become serious:

"What? Is there any problem with this surface?"

Mo Yi's eyes were still locked on the mask. He pursed his lips and replied:

"In the Middle Ages, the Black Death spread. In order to prevent infection, doctors of that era would wear tight linen black robes and wear masks like this."

——The Black Death, or the Plague, was once hovering over the European continent, which used death and terror to take away nearly one-third of the population on the European continent.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, covered the expression in his eyes with long eyelashes, and printed a deep shadow under his pale cheeks.

He paused and continued:

"I was wondering...will the previous rat have anything to do with this."

Yu Ran's face also became solemn, and his beautiful eyes looked at the mask in a deep voice.

Mo Yi stopped saying anything, just took a few steps forward and was about to get closer to watch-

A low humming came from outside the door.

Unlike the last time the nursery rhyme humming was intermittent like a music box, this time the sound was gentle and soft, as if it was sung by a real child.

The young childish voice hummed an unknown tune in a low voice, which seemed particularly bizarre and bizarre in the room.

But for some reason, the sound sounded...it seemed a little dull and it was extremely difficult to recognize the lyrics of the ballad.

All the players couldn't help but stop the movements in their hands.

They looked at each other, and they all saw the same horror and distortion on each other's faces.

The cold air in the house invaded the texture along the children's humming, climbed up along the bones and skin, arousing a deep sense of coldness and fear.

Mo Yi's face became paler, and his dark black eyes were extremely bright, as if they were stained with a compelling look.

Regardless of Yu Ran's whispering blocking behind him, he turned around and walked slowly towards the place where the sound originated.

The closer you get to the sound source, the clearer the humming will be.

Mo Yi walked out of the room and entered the hall. The sound of nursery rhymes was circling, and the distorted house structure seemed even more strange in view.

He noticed that in addition to himself, there were many players in the hall.

Mo Yi held his breath and continued to walk forward a few steps.

He captured a few words in the humming sound—"…rose…pocketful-of…ashes”

Mo Yi was stunned, and a thought flashed through his mind very quickly. He took a few steps forward again in a hurry and looked around the hall.

——This time, he found the source of the sound.

Second floor.

Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the crooked narrow staircase. He saw strangely uneven steps extending into the darkness of the second floor step by step, without a trace of light.

The darkness above the stairs condensed like a physical body, surging with an unknown and dangerous aura.

A chill surged into Mo Yi's heart, and the scene I saw just outside the room appeared again uncontrollably.

The pale and blurred face seemed to be waiting in the darkness at the end of the stairs, looking at him quietly.

The sound of nursery rhymes came more clearly:

“…ashes,ashes,we-all-fall-down…”

Mo Yi's breathing became rapid, and the sound of blood rushing as if it was ringing in his ears, and his mind was buzzing.

The impulse from somewhere dominated his behavior for a moment. Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and shone it towards the rich and indelible darkness at the end of the stairs.

On the stairs, a figure stood quietly in the darkness, and a straight-tube wrapped around its whole body, unable to see the whole picture.

It stopped humming.

The silence that made people feel faint in their hearts instantly enveloped the entire room, and it seemed that they could hear their own violent heartbeats.

Its head suddenly rolled down without warning!

As the head fell, the cloak on his body seemed to have lost its support, and it was about to fall to the ground.

——The inside is empty.

The head rolled down the steps of the stairs, and a metal-like clanging sound spread out on the hard ground.

Mo Yi hid away quickly with his eyes and hands.

He recognized that the head was not a rolling down.

...but the same as in that room, the bird beak mask.

The silver-white bird's beak is curved and slender, and the dark eye mask is misty and nothing, looking weird and terrifying.

The mask rolled down the floor to the center of the hall, and then stopped slowly.

It was almost time to say that, just as the moment it stopped, a large number of mice suddenly surged out of the mask!

A group of black rats ran around the room, and Mo Yi's heart was filled with alarm and shouted, "Be careful!"

But it's too late.

The two players could not dodge and were crawled onto their bodies by the rapidly spreading mouse, then took a hard bite on their shoulders.

They screamed in pain, and before they could pull the rats away from their bodies, they turned into dust and disappeared.

The rest of the mice hid in the dark corners of the house, but they disappeared in a few seconds.

The room returned to silence.

A few players wanted to come up to check the conditions of the two people, and Mo Yi shouted loudly: "Don't go over!"

They were frightened and their pace couldn't help but stop.

The two bitten players looked unhappy and were about to argue with Mo Yi. The next second, their faces turned pale, and a low fever flushed appeared on their faces, and they staggered a few times in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, they screamed in pain: "Ahhhh what's going on! It hurts so much! It's so hot!"

The two of them twitched and rolled on the ground, as if this would relieve the pain. Everyone watched helplessly as their faces and hands, and all the exposed skin spreading circles of rashes and red spots at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly condensed into dark red scabs, which looked shocking on the pale skin.

Vomiting was spread all over their bodies, and the foul smell spread.

They panted with difficulty, making a suffocation sound like a broken bellows-and then twitched twice and stopped moving.

The epidemic came so fiercely that in less than three minutes, the infected people experienced all the symptoms within five days of the infection of the Black Death - and then ruthlessly put them to death.

A suffocating silence spreads among the crowd.

Everyone stared at the two unrecognizable corpses on the ground in shock, their throats were as if they were blocked by cotton wool, and they could not make any sound.

Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his fingers slowly tightened, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

"The nursery rhyme I just sang, the full text is:

ring-a-ring,o-rose,a-pocketful-of-poises,

ashes,ashes,we-all-fall-down."

[Wear a rose wreath, flowers fill the pockets, ashes, ashes, we all fall down]

Mo Yi took a deep breath and continued:

"This nursery rhyme is said to have originated from the Great Plague in London. The rose wreath refers to the initial symptoms of infection with the Black Death, namely rashes and red spots, while the ashes refer to the ashes burning the corpse."

When everyone heard this, their faces looked like earth. Some even subconsciously closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look closely.

The atmosphere in the air is so heavy that it is almost suffocating.

One of the players jumped out, his sweat-soaked face was pale and twisted, and his blood-covered eyes flashed with a crazy look. He pointed at Mo Yi with his trembling fingers, and spitted everywhere in his mouth:

"It's all you! It's all you! If it weren't for you, you'll turn on the flashlight! Those two people wouldn't die at all!"

He giggled nervously: "And how do you know this so clearly! It must be a ill-gotten plot!"

Mo Yi frowned expressionlessly, too lazy to refute.

The fog that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke:

"There are some bad things to appear in this state, at least there is no way to deal with such people."

Mo Yi was stunned and recalled the situation in his similar situation in the previous copy. The difference was that last time, the person beside him broke the other party's arm...

He suddenly wanted to laugh a little.

However, because the situation in front of me was not suitable for laughing, Mo Yi had to pursed his lips, suppress the smile in his eyes, and tried to maintain his expressionless and cold look.

He opened his mouth, about to say something.

But the next second Mo Yi suddenly remembered that only he could see the other person. The words in his mouth couldn't help but subconsciously turn a corner and swallow it back by him.

Because he could not speak, Mo Yi had to stretch out his hand in seclusion and pinched the other party's cold fingers hanging beside him.
To be continued...