Lu Li followed the tall nun Mama and found the volunteer who was helping out at the church, an old woman with somewhat cloudy pupils and a spot on her right forehead.
The former is a common occurrence as we age, while the latter is age spots.
Lu Li asked her about the hole in Claire's forehead, and Mrs. Martha said that the hole already existed when Claire was sent to the police.
Suspiciously, the hole in Claire's forehead was not identified by the police as the cause of her death - at least not in the information provided by Valentine.
Does this mean anything...?
…
Beta Street.
The last time Lu Li came here was half a month ago.
Michelle's family lives in the Alpha neighborhood next door.
Perhaps it was the increasingly haggard faces of the old couple that touched Lu Li. He raced against time and stopped briefly at Alfa Street to buy some fruit.
"I'm here to visit you on behalf of Miselia."
After speaking, Lu Li declined the two's request to stay for dinner and went to his street.
Slightly different from Alfa Street, the former was originally prepared for the lower-class employees of the colonists, while Beta Street is for those who are wealthy. The three-story masonry building is dormant in darkness, with oil lamps on the small half windows.
It's not far from dark.
The corridor was completely dark, and the butter lamp was dimly lit.
Holding an oil lamp, Lu Li stood in front of the door of Room 1 facing the corridor.
The sound of footsteps disappeared, Lu Li lowered his head, and his shoes stepped on a dark and dirty blanket.
The shoes lifted up the blanket, and a rusty brass lay quietly under the blanket.
He bent down to pick up the key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it. There was a small click, and the door lock was opened without any hindrance.
squeak - ah -
With the grinding sound of the door hinge, the door was pushed open.
Dust particles appear behind the door and travel within the range of the oil lamp.
Lu Li concentrated, slowed down his breathing, and stepped into the door.
He didn't notice any strange aura. He put his palm on the handle of the flintlock gun but didn't pull it out.
The airflow stirs up the floating dust around you. It's fine when you can't see it. But after you see it, you feel like you're sucking it into your body with every breath you take.
There is a layer of dust on the ground, a layer of messy footprints on the dust, and another layer of dust on the footprints.
The dust in unoccupied rooms is very serious. In half a month, the dust is as if it has been unoccupied for months.
The oil lamp flickered past, revealing the shabby outline of the small living room. The door of the bedroom on the left side of the living room was ajar, and the interior was hidden in darkness.
Lu Li walked to the middle of the living room and saw a rope hanging in front of his eyes, with a chandelier connected to the top.
Is there still electricity here?
snap——
Buzz——
As Lu Li pulled the rope, the chandelier swayed slightly but did not light up.
Lu Li withdrew his gaze, first looking around the dusty living room. The harbor outside the window was dim at night.
Looking away, Lu Li walked towards the wooden door next to the kitchen.
Crunch——
The wooden door was pushed open, and the sound of water dripping suddenly became louder.
In the light illuminated by the oil lamp, water dripped down from the water tank above, making a dirty yellow circle on the tiles.
The small bathroom has an unobstructed view.
After closing the wooden door again, Lu Li turned and walked towards the half-open door of the bedroom.
Approaching the door, the wind sounded faintly from behind the door.
The sound of wind...?
Lu Li pushed open the door and did not move. He stood outside the door without going in.
The windows are closed tightly and there is no air leakage in the sealed bedroom.
But the rumors still exist.
Suddenly, a low shadow passed by the edge of his vision, and just as Lu Li turned his gaze away, there was a loud vibration.
The wardrobe door in the left corner is tightly closed.
It was a blind spot, and Lu Li, who was standing outside the door, couldn't see it.
Until now, Lu Li still didn't feel any malice. And the black shadow was half a man tall, so it couldn't be some kind of animal.
Lu Li gently raised his hand, held the flintlock gun and removed it from the holster.
A coldness hit his whole body, but Lu Li felt a long-lost peace here. There were no ghosts, no malice... there was nothing here.
It's a bit strangely clean.
The oil lamp in his hand suddenly flickered like the kerosene was about to burn out, the flame became weak, and the surrounding area it illuminated flickered brightly and darkly.
Lu Li was pretty sure it was full when he borrowed it from the groom.
Ignoring the flickering oil lamp for the time being, Lu Li walked into the room and stood in front of a peeling paint closet door that was opened in the wall and tightly closed.
He grabbed the door handle of the closet with his palm and paused slightly. Generally speaking, the ghost with a ferocious face roared and bumped into it.
Dismissing the irrelevant thoughts, Lu Li suddenly opened the closet door——
The blood red color reflected Lu Li's slender figure.
A dark, blood-red staircase extending downward appeared in front of you.
There is no coldness, no malice, nothing.
This is just an ordinary staircase.
Except that it appears in the closet, except that it carries an eerie and ominous aura.
Everything in the closet was blood red, and the light came from nowhere. The dark red steps extending downward folded in half after more than twenty steps, and continued to extend downward.
Lu Li retracted his gaze towards the end of the steps and focused on the wall.
A line of huge numbers appeared in the middle of the wall. Normally, the number of floors should be written there.
1200
What does the number of layers mean?
Miscellaneous handwriting is scattered on the blood-red walls. Some of the handwriting is beautiful, some of the handwriting is graffiti, and some of the handwriting is crazy and chaotic.
Each sentence has a different meaning, is repeated, and is damaged.
Lu Li managed to piece together three sentences from his incomplete handwriting.
【Don't listen to those laughter, it will kill your will and make you addicted to having fun.】
[Avoid staying up late, it is your biggest enemy, health is more important than you think]
[Stay away from going out, the children disguised as monsters will pester you and make you lose faith in the laughter]
The ghost armor on Lu Li's arms slowly faded away, leaving only his warmth and intuition, and he walked into the blood-red space behind the cupboard.
Zhi——
The oil lamp went out the moment Lu Li stepped into the blood-red space.
The blood-red color fills the sight, making people feel irritated.
Lu Li's face was calm and showed no emotion.
He walked down the steps step by step without much hesitation and came to the turning point of the stairs.
There are still steps extending below, and then they turn the corner and continue to spread downward...
There are still intermittent phrases on the wall, and one of the numbers on the wall has changed.
1230
The number is 30 more.
The weird and bizarre scene didn't make Lu Li hesitate. He continued down to the 1230th floor, and then continued down without stopping until he saw the number of floors on the next floor.
1300
The interval between each layer is 30, which seems to represent time.
I just noticed this, a sudden change!
Hee hee hee--
A burst of children's laughter sounded from the corner under the steps, echoing strangely.
Lu Li immediately turned around, walked up the steps without hesitation, and returned the same way.
