Holding the velvet cloth slightly moistened by the breathed water vapor, Yin Feng crawled through the gap at the edge of the dust area. Looking down, he could see the clearly outlined five fingers, the blank shape of the arm, and the radial outline blown by the cough. It was undoubtedly
A human figure lying down here.
She felt that this might be a clever servant who luckily pretended to be dead and escaped, or was dragged away by those things, but this outline was too complete, with clear boundaries, and no signs of struggle. It was more like some kind of force lifting him completely.
disappear into the air.
Without any time to think, she slipped between the two chairs, huddled under the table, wiped the sticky dust from her skirt, pinched her nose to hold back a sneeze, which made her chest and throat hurt.
Irregular long shadows like barnacle reefs dragged between the wooden legs of the rows of tables and chairs, trembling with the flickering of the flames as they passed through the bright area at hand.
She almost felt that she could reach out her hand and touch the texture of the shadow where the bacteria and corpses were connected. The unevenness of the stone slab seemed to soften and swell as it passed by, and the hard rock patterns floated and trembled.
But that's just an illusion of light and shadow. After it passes, everything will be intact.
It seems that it is not as good as a ghost story that scares children. At least the ghost can catch the child hiding under the bed, right? And they can neither go through walls nor see through.
She took action again, crawled under the table, and reached the other end of the long table. The body of a servant lay between her and another table. The head was tilted to one side, and the hole behind the turbid white was focused on a non-existent focus.
With a vague gaze, he looks at the living people who are still hiding.
On the face that was heavier than the powder applied by Liu Ying, there was still a trace of panic and nostalgia for life that was distorted by the powder color of clown paint. The open mouth was filled with powder, as if he was trying his best to spit out some terrifying last words, or maybe
Silent question.
【You can’t blame me】
Yin Feng ignored the face, passed over him, and hid under another table. This place was close to the center of the dust outbreak. The filtering effect of the gauze was limited. With every step he climbed, he could feel the dust rising from under his knees and between his palms and fingers.
Get up and try to mix in your breath.
And the bunch of keys was just a few steps away on the dustiest ground, and the original color of the object could not be clearly seen. It was hard to imagine that these things were floating in the air, which would definitely make people feel like they were in a cloud.
Fortunately, the tabletop blocked part of it, allowing her to approach it slowly. This required moving as slowly as possible to prevent the thick powder layer from lifting up large swaths of it.
The usually insignificant short distance was stretched torturously here. It took Yin Feng a while to crawl to the place closest to the keychain that she could reach.
One of the wandering beautiful bodies moved to the opposite side of the hall, while the other finally reached a blind spot covered by a pillar.
She reached out from an angle that would not easily touch the legs of the chair next to the table. The chair, which was three long and one short, seemed unstable, but other angles were beyond the reach of her short hands, and she was unable to move it.
In order to extend the arms as much as possible, it is necessary to lie down close to the ground, which brings the perspective and the body of Internal Affairs Officer Wilbert to the same level.
The remains of the internal affairs officer have become inseparable from the fungus-hosted body. From this height, you can see how white lint grows on the contact surface with the skin.
At the approximate position of the thing's head, the plump corona cap cracked and bloomed. After releasing all the dust, only a fleshy, hard but still bright dry shell remained, which was adhered to Wilbert's veneer.
Brand-new and tender new bacteria grow out of the dense areas of the adhesive wire mesh. They are still multi-colored dot-like sprouts. The scattered ones are spread along the neck and arm span, until the fingers hooked on the keychain.
Yin Feng gently tugged on the key chain. The dead joints were so stiff that they were almost pulled along with the entire arm. She could only lower the key chain further, reach out further, and break apart the fingers that were hooked on the string ring one by one.
.
She could feel the tips of her hair falling into the dust, and the itching in her nasopharynx was so strong that it stung slightly, but she did not stop and hesitate. The changes in light and shadow showed that the bacteria wandering around were moving, and they had to be even before they turned back.
Lift the bunch of keys steadily.
All her mind was focused on the thin and calloused hands, and the keys were lifted off the ground one by one. She was not sure whether this made a slight noise, and even if it did, it was covered up by the beating of blood vessels in her ears.
Finally, the small string of metal was completely suspended in the air, bypassed the chair leg obstacle under careful control, and was taken back into the shadow.
【A bit scary】
Common sense made her think that she should think so, but in fact, fear always took one step slowly. Her fingers seemed to have their own thoughts, searching for the key with the target number engraved on it, and took it off from the opening of the ring.
The next step is to wait, waiting for the lower limbs that have grown bloated and cumbersome like bloomer trouser legs to pass by.
They don't seem to have the habit of bowing their heads when walking. They step on the open palms of corpses and are unaware of what is happening under their feet. It seems that they are really just strolling. Just pulling a trip rope can make them unable to stand up again.
.
This is very confusing, but Yin Feng knows that the way they move and climb on the cliff is only more agile than ordinary people.
Once discovered, there was no chance of survival. She knew this very well, but she was not very afraid. To be more precise, she was desensitized and numb.
She has seen the longest, most painful and most empathetic death. At the end of life, even the death itself is not that important compared to the process. She has also seen quick and brutal death. Blunt and sharp objects were used in different ways to cause various injuries.
shaped wound.
Her understanding of death is very concrete, but at the same time she lacks more abstract and profound concepts.
When the same fate befell more people - and maybe even herself, she was not surprised to be greatly touched, nor did she think about whether it was normal for her to be like this. She just thought about it and then did it. Kicked away the almost
The guy who killed Coop waited until his head was smashed with a hammer, and then got this dagger from his hand.
Now Yin Feng is going to get another dagger.
She waited for them to go away and enter the blind corner, then got out from under the table, turned the lock with the key, floated into the room like a ghost, closed the door, and the hand hidden in the folds of her skirt held the wooden handle.
In my imagination, Brimmer should be in the room, performing some kind of witchcraft to summon the zombies, and he is restricted to the point where he can't go out. If he can do anything, he has to find a way to confuse him for a while, relying on his identity.
Lower your vigilance.
When she actually pushed the door and entered, what she saw was not the dark room she expected.
A human figure dressed in black robes lay on the ground, bathed in a strange and hazy red light. The light was not as strong as a candle, as if the tear film had been replaced by dried rotten blood, making the eyeballs feel abnormally dry and irritated.
Consciously I wanted to turn my head to avoid it.
However, there is a constant light that permeates the field of vision, and there is no way to avoid it. It comes from a simple pendant that fell out from the collar of the black robe. Before losing consciousness, his stiff hand stretched out towards it. This action froze in the middle, and there was an ominous sign on the skin on the back of the hand.
