Two hundred and thirty-three. The disappearing fire
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Where have the people here gone?
The cave was covered with dust, and the torches that had been seen had been extinguished for a long time, and darkness stood outside the houses.
Lu Li walked into a house with an open door and opened the dusty closet. Whether it was the suitcases stuffed under the bed or dusty objects, the men's and women's clothes stuffed in the closet showed that they left in a hurry, at least they didn't have time to bring anything with them.
Take these things.
One after another they entered the adjacent houses, the same neatness and the dry and moldy food on the plates proved this.
Where would they go if they left in a hurry?
The footprints on the surface were blown away by the sea breeze, and the footprints on the ground were buried in dust. The only thing that could help Lu Li find the whereabouts of the residents in the shelter was to check whether there were other exits from the shelter.
After walking through the silent and desolate houses and across the withered farmland, Lu Li came to the independent large house called the manager's house - it was located on a low hill in the underground cave. If the huge torch was still burning, here would be
You can overlook the entire shelter.
Pushing open the door, Lu Li walked through the falling dust, swept past several desks and crooked wooden chairs on the first floor, and arrived at the second floor.
A wheelchair was placed at the end of the stairs, and the rusty metal reflected light under the oil lamp. Passing by the unmanned wheelchair, Lu Li raised the oil lamp.
The oil lamp that transformed the dreamland became brighter and brighter, illuminating the outline of things in the distance, and the shadows cast by the rows of bookshelves danced with the firelight. The second floor of the manager's house was like a small library, with books placed in the corner with a wide view.
The desk and the wheelchair behind the desk mean that Eileen works here.
Dust covers everything on the table, protruding from the outlines of pens, ink screens and note-taking materials.
Lu Li picked up the notes next to the pen, and the dust slid off like water, and it was like smoke and dust under the oil lamp. The Juanxiu handwriting casually recorded Erin's fragmentary experience, without an abrupt end or information about their departure. The last few words were
"Pioneering" and "More People".
The combination of two words can piece together many possibilities. I wonder if it is related to the hasty departure of the shelter residents.
Lu Li's eyes fell on the neatly stacked documents on the edge of the desk, and he picked up the top one.
"A Brief Table of Contents on How to Increase the Success Rate of Becoming a Ghost"
An information from the Society of Exorcists, Human Heritage of the Past.
The record is not very detailed, and has the same shortcomings as "a proper spoonful of lakeweed liquid", but compared to the "unknowable, unspeakable" people in the dark ages, it is already rare and detailed.
In addition to the known "negative emotions can lead to becoming a ghost after death", damage to important organs will also increase the probability of becoming a ghost, and the heart has the highest probability - surprisingly, it is not the brain.
Lu Li temporarily put back the information, took out the merchant's eyeball and called to the merchant.
Merchants emerging from the shadows dispel the loneliness that permeates some abandoned shelters.
"These should be valuable information from the Exorcist Association. Take them all back and tell Mother Swamp that the residents of the sanctuary are missing and I want to explore deeper."
Lu Li left the manager's house where the sound of moving [email protected] could be heard, and came to the deepest part of the shelter with the light in the window symbolizing that he was not alone.
Lu Li found the cave they had discovered that led deeper into the ground. The rock wall showed signs of artificial widening. Later residents of the shelter must have decided to take advantage of this natural cave.
He followed the widening cave deep into the ground, but Lu Li thought that the possibility of finding the residents of the shelter at the end was slim -
Some kind of incident caused the residents of the shelter to abandon the place and leave in a hurry.
Lu Li opened the note and tore off a corner, released his palm and let it fall straight down.
No wind...means no exit.
As Lu Li went deeper into the cave, more and more iron pick marks were scattered on the rock wall, and then they suddenly disappeared. The naturally formed cave was enough for them to pass through.
And the passage is getting wider and wider, as if it is leading to another cave.
However, the road became steeper and steeper, until it sloped like a precipitous mountain peak, but Lu Li confirmed that the residents of the shelter had indeed entered the place - there were broken clothes hanging on the protruding rocks and the black spots formed by dried blood covering the gravel.
Lu Li drifted and landed at the bottom along the steep slope. A stone tablet appeared in front of him: a square obsidian stone tablet with dark red inscriptions standing quietly in the deep pit of the open cave.
The obsidian stele seems to be growing from the ground, with more parts buried underground.
The inscriptions on the surface are unfamiliar and incomprehensible. It is obvious that this black stone monument flowing with crimson magma is definitely not man-made, and the disappearance of the residents of the shelter is inseparable from it.
Lu Li lifted the oil lamp, and the light spread out quietly along with the dreaming person, spreading to the edge of the pit.
A bloody palm soaked in plasma was revealed, and then more and more severed limbs, organs, and torso appeared in the light, floating in the thick plasma that had never dried up.
The obsidian stele shone with a coquettish dark red, soaking up the pool of blood formed by hundreds of almost motionless body fragments.
Lu Li found the residents of the shelter.
They are all here.
The dream that continued to spread touched the edge of the obsidian stele, and like a lunar eclipse, a gap appeared that could not swallow the stele. Lu Li realized its difficulty and took back the dream, but it was already too late.
The obsidian stele seemed to wake up, and the invisible terrifying will chased the dreamer, nibbling along the dreamland as Lu Li retreated quickly, and suddenly enveloped him.
The bizarre dreams disappeared.
In the cave, only the dark red obsidian stele glowing like a breath and the outline of a bowed head exuded shimmering light and whispering.
"The sacrifice of flesh and blood, the pain will last forever..."
Lu Li lowered his head, and strange and evil whispers came from his mouth.
The shimmering soul walked unnaturally towards the deep pit, grabbed the broken knife on the edge of the pool of blood, and scratched it towards the neck——
The soul did not grasp the broken knife, and there was no touch on the neck. The dream-like sense of deviation caused by the action and feedback made Lu Li regain some control and reason.
Lu Li, who woke up from the mental control, stepped back. At this moment, strange ripples appeared in the pool of blood not far from the edge of his vision.
Lu Li could barely see through the blood-red color, and could vaguely see an outline soaked in a pool of blood turning slightly, revealing a blood-stained cheek.
Lu Li recognized her: Baron Joseph.
There was no time to hesitate, the dreaming people filled the air again, and Irene was fished out of the pool of blood and brought to her side.
"Lu Li..."
She also recognized Lu Li.
The disturbance in the blood pool caused the invisible will to spread on the stone tablet again. Lu Li was not under control, but the dreamer and Irene were overwhelmed by the will.
"The sacrifice of flesh and blood, the pain will last forever..."
The dream was swallowed up again. Erin, who fell to the ground, murmured in her sleep, tilted her head back, and hit the rock with her forehead crazily. The blood that belonged to her but not hers spattered as the skull deformed.
At this time, Lu Li grabbed the broken knife and stabbed Irene in the back.
Before the Obsidian Monument killed Irene, Lu Li killed her first.