Chapter 65

Mo Yi didn't expect Yu Ran to ask for a colleague, so he was stunned. He turned sideways and looked at the woman behind him.

A pair of extremely deep eyes seemed to have a slight coolness. When he was watched with concentration, he would always have an illusion of being invisible.

Yu Ran couldn't help but shudder and immediately straightened his spine.

Mo Yi looked at her, as if thinking about something, and then smiled without comment:

"It's OK."

After saying that, he turned around and turned on his flashlight and continued to walk into the corridor.

Looking at the straight and thin back of the man in front of him, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense shoulders.

For some reason, she always subconsciously became nervous in front of this man. Logically, she was the older person.

but……

Yu Ran subconsciously flashed through his other person's face.

The gentle appearance conceals calmness and alienation, and the dark eyes are always rational and indifferent. Although they are silent most of the time, once they speak, they will hit the nail on the head.

Careful and bold, seemingly thought through every step, but always makes unexpected decisions.

Just like an arrow, straight and focused, it seems that you will always know the direction next.

But his face is too young and makes people unable to misjudge his age.

Yu Ran couldn't see through him, so he realized that his simplicity was more and more difficult.

Her eyes were slightly sunk, she emptyed the complicated thoughts in her mind, then accelerated her pace and caught up with the back in front that had almost merged into the darkness.

The air in the corridor became increasingly turbid, and the smell of blood seemed to be stronger. It fermented with the rotten smell of wood to form a complex smell, just like life, and the ghost lingers in the nose.

The twisted corridor floor forms a strange angle with the walls, almost giving people the illusion of walking in the space-time corridor in science fiction novels.

The two walked along the corridor one by one, and the flashlight's slightly cold white aperture illuminated the path in front of them.

The wooden floor creaked under your feet, and it sounded particularly monotonous in the quiet and cramped corridor.

At the end of the corridor is the kitchen.

Mo Yi stood at the door, and he stopped, looked around the familiar layout in the kitchen, then took another step and walked in.

Yu Ran followed closely behind him and walked in.

She pursed her lips tightly and looked around the entire kitchen carefully and meticulously.

After Mo Yi went up to the second floor just now, she had come here to look for clues, but it was too messy and found a lot of scattered clues, but there was no connection between them, so she had to leave helplessly.

Yu Ran raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi's straight back, and a thoughtful look flashed in her delicate phoenix eyes.

Will there be any difference this time...?

Mo Yi walked to the tall stove in the kitchen and looked at the familiar objects on the table.

The black iron pots and kitchenware were stacked in a mess, and a kitchen knife was deeply embedded on the thick and thick chopping board, and the tail of a mouse curled up on the table.

But unlike last time, the blood along the connection between the kitchen knife and the chopping board has disappeared without a trace like other blood stains, and the long tail has also become dry due to blood loss, taking on a wrinkled dark red.

When Mo Yi came last time, his attention was almost completely attracted by the nursery rhymes nailed to the wall, so he had hardly paid attention to other instruments on the table.

This time he shifted his target and carefully looked at every detail on the table.

At this moment, a tin pot placed crookedly next to the chopping board attracted Mo Yi's attention. It was not big, and it looked as dark as other kitchenware, and was lying casually on the edge of the table.

However...the edge of its pot appears a strange bright color under the light, like water stains.

Mo Yi's eyes sank, and he stretched out his fingers to gently rub the edge of the iron pot.

A cold and sticky touch came from his fingertips. He turned over his palm and saw a bright blood stain on his fingertips.

The white fingertips and a blood mark on them looked extremely color difference, which almost stinged the eyes.

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes.

In this copy, the blood from all the dead people was basically absorbed, and according to the scene he saw outside, the blood should have been introduced into the land, filled with soil, and watered two of the graves.

Even the bloody handprints on the wooden door and the weird rat's tail cut off were no exception.

Then why are there blood stains here?

Mo Yi stretched out a hand and lifted the lid of the pot.

A strong smell of blood came to my face in an instant, and the bright and rich smell of rust was filled with a rotten atmosphere, which made me almost suffocate.

Fortunately, Mo Yi was forced to get used to the smell when he was outside the house, so he frowned slightly and lowered his eyes to look into the pot.

In the dark iron pot, there was a large pot of blood. The dark red color seemed to be flowing, sticky and weird.

Mo Yi gently shook the edge of the iron pot with one hand. The blood inside instantly stirred up waves with his movements, marking a faint red mark on the dark pot wall, revealing the white bones settled in the pot.

The tiny bones were filled with a cold and coldness, stacked intact or dispersed on the bottom of the pot. As Mo Yi's movements showed blood, the shallow blood marks on them dissipated and slid down, showing their complete shape.

Again...the bones of cats and frogs.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly began to calm down.

This clue appears again and again, and it is by no means a coincidence.

Just as he was thinking, Yu Ran walked over from the side and looked into the iron pot in front of him. After seeing the contents inside, she slowly frowned:

"bone?"

Mo Yi nodded and replied, "Yes, cats and frogs."

Yu Ran was stunned, subconsciously turned his head to look at Mo Yi's lowered side face, and his sharp eyes couldn't help but widen: "Cat and frog?"

When Mo Yi heard that her tone was a little subtle, he withdrew his gaze from the iron pot and looked at Yu Ran:

"What? Do you know what?"

Yu Ran felt a little uncomfortable by his focused gaze. He couldn't help but slash his eyes slightly and answered:

"In another room, there are three jars outside the bedroom with masks. The jars are moist earth and other things. The patterns engraved on the jars are the heads of people, cats, and frogs."

…The heads of humans, cats, frogs…?

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and his eyes, which looked like two cold stars, suddenly lit up. The focused and bright light in his eyes almost made people feel ache in their hearts.

He looked at the iron pot on the table again, and his pale face was rarely stained with blood.

He knew which demon the former mistress of the house sacrificed to.

Baal.

The great demon, the head of the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon, is said to have three heads, namely human, frog, and cat.

His worship can even be traced back to more than 1,000 BC. He was a god worshipped by the Semitic people. He was extravagant for his sacrifices, and his sacrifices were often offered to children and living people. It is said that this is also the reason why he became a fallen god.

Before he fell, the sun and agriculture were in charge—the soil in the jar and the soil in the backyard were also explained.

One theory is that in the Old Testament, he appeared in the name of Baal, while in the New Testament, his name became - beelzebub.

Bezebu is the demon who controls the plague.

Mo Yi's breathing became slightly rapid, and he looked down at the slightly undulating blood in the iron pot on the wooden table. The rich and pungent smell of rust came to his nose. The moment they entered the room, this strong or faint smell of blood followed them like a shadow, and never dissipated.

The Demon Barr also has an extremely famous feature.

Bloodthirsty.

Yu Ran stood aside and watched Mo Yi's face change. She pursed her lips and reached out to hold his arm. After seeing him looking over, she smiled slightly and said straight in one fell swoop:

"Are you going to open the hidden side line?"

Mo Yi didn't expect her to ask so directly, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Yu Ran seemed to have an answer in his mind, and didn't care whether he answered or not, but just said to himself:

"I know you have basically got the basic veins now, just need some key clues to connect the whole story, so... I hope to team up with you."

Yu Ran took a deep breath, as if afraid that Mo Yi would mistakenly be a player who was a player who was reaping points. He spoke and hurriedly added:

"The clues I collected before can be shared with you or helped, not...not..."

Before she could finish her words, Mo Yi chuckled and nodded.

He actually didn't care whether anyone came to get some points. This may be the only conscience in this game. One more person will not separate the points he should have obtained, but will recalculate the other party's contribution.

Therefore, as long as the other party helps him, he doesn't mind forming a team.

In addition, Yu Ran made such a direct request to form a team, it is very likely that he had some bargaining chips in his hand, so it would be unwise to refuse.

Seeing that Mo Yi nodded without hesitation, Yu Ran breathed a long sigh and relaxed his tense shoulders and neck slightly.

She reached out her hand, pulled open her backpack, and took out a small box from the side of the bag.

The square box has a black luster on the surface, and the delicate surface is carved with three simple symbols. Mo Yi can tell at a glance that there are three simple heads on it: human, cat, and frog.

In the middle of the box, there was a shallow dent, which looked like a crooked circle. The shape always gave Mo Yi a strange sense of familiarity.

The next second, he seemed to remember something, and reached out to his pants pocket. Deep in the pocket, a hard and cold coin hit his fingertips. The cold touch climbed upward along the peripheral nerves, causing his fingers to shake slightly.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and took out the twisted coin from his pocket. The white-glowed metal surface stated its denomination: sixpence.

He put the twisted sixpence into the groove in the box—strictly slit.

The next second, a slight metal biting sounded.
Chapter completed!