Graybain, late night streets, Abigail went to Moran Bookstore alone tonight, but did not see a familiar light in a familiar location.
The door of the bookstore is locked, and the huge lock gives people an unreal feeling.
Who would have expected that as soon as Abigail found information about the Indong Continent, this bookstore would close quietly.
She has only written a third of the manuscript, and many interesting stories have not yet been revealed. If she publishes them rashly, she will definitely be beaten by her fellow newspapers.
Blessed by bad luck, Abigail used her sharp reporter's mind to start analyzing the reasons for the store's closure.
Debt problem? Miss Moran does not seem like a woman who would take out a loan shark.
That means you were threatened by someone and closed the door to hide temporarily?
But she has been in this bookstore to check information for several days, and she has not found anyone who has had any conflict with Miss Moran.
That is a particularly gentle woman...
Is it some other emergency?
It’s impossible to tell...
In other words, Miss Moran is still in the bookstore, but the door is locked and it is just closed?
Thinking of this, Abigail raised her hand and was about to knock on the door twice, but suddenly she discovered that a little white was exposed at the crack of the door under her feet. It looked like a piece of paper, or a message?
Abigail pulled out the paper and saw a reminder written on it:
Due to some force majeure, the bookstore is temporarily closed, and all the graphic and text materials have been transferred. Please do not wait for the day when it will be reopened. This is just to express our apologies...
"Miss Moran is really gone?" Abigail pressed the paper to her chest, her restless emotions rising and falling with her chest, and she always felt that this was very strange in her heart.
Is it really to avoid something?
Perhaps Miss Moran is in danger!?
The sudden horrific thoughts made Abigail's breathing become rapid, and she began to wonder if Miss Moran would leave any clues, such as between the lines of this letter!
She quickly unfolded the white paper with the message again, but her vision was hazy, as if it was covered by a layer of fog, and the words on the paper turned into black ink blocks.
Abigail couldn't see clearly, and then she noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.
The light of the bright moon above our heads was obscured by the sudden appearance of gray fog, making the originally dark streets and alleys even more mysterious and unpredictable.
Abigail stretched out her hand and could barely see her fingers. She raised her eyes and looked at the gray fog around her. The house number of the bookstore in front of her had long been hidden in the blur. She could no longer see clearly. The decaying atmosphere and some unclear words
The gibbering resounded in all the dark corners.
Her heart was beating wildly, and she suddenly realized that there was some supernatural phenomenon happening around her.
Just as she shouted for help, there was the sound of leather boots trampling on shallow water at the end of the street.
It seems that a person has appeared inexplicably over there, but the end is originally a dead end!
Abigail was very alert and stared at the direction of the sound.
She looked over, and there was a faint outline of a human figure in the blur. The person should be wearing a long black coat, a top hat about 14 inches high, and something like a cane in his hand.
, constantly touching the ground with your footsteps.
He's coming!
Abigail held her breath. She couldn't find the north, south, east, west, or east in the fog. She didn't know where to hide. All the obstacles and bunkers around her seemed to be swallowed up by the gray fog. She was only in a realm of nothingness.<
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She watched the silhouette approaching, and felt "him" walking to her side, but it was still just a vague outline.
The reporter lady can almost hear her own heartbeat now!
Later, the other party suddenly stopped, and the neck-like part twisted in the direction of Abigail, as if eyes were peeking out of the fog, scanning Abigail's whole body.<
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"Have you fully understood it?"
A heavy voice came from behind Abigail. Abigail looked back, but there was nothing there.
A black silhouette stood in front of her, but the voice of the other person speaking came from behind her.
"You...who are you!?"
Abigail associated the other party with Miss Moran's departure, and she couldn't help but feel extremely panicked.
"Listen to me...struggling people..."
The heavy voice appeared again, this time from Abigail's left hand.
"Not long after, above you, a violent death storm that is unimaginable by a mortal body is about to come... The bell has already sounded, go and struggle! Fight! Don't lose yourself, don't give up human nature, only fight for that
Resisting the curse of death is the only sharp blade you can hold..."
Every word of this sentence hit Abigail's heart like a heavy hammer, making her chest tremble, her breathing quicken, and she couldn't help but hold her throat and feel like she was about to lose oxygen.
At this moment, the gray fog in front of her thinned, and the outline of the mysterious person's face hidden in it gradually appeared in front of Abigail.
It was an extremely dark human skull! The color of death was like charcoal, and a bloody glimmer burst out from the opponent's empty eye sockets. Some small twisting tentacles were entangled with each other and spread and squirmed on the opponent's skull... There was only one encounter, and Abigail felt that her heartbeat was about to lose, and the dark skeleton gentleman returned to the gray mist again, leaving only a vague outline.
The other party raised his legs and stepped forward, walked behind Abigail, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the gray mist.
After that, the strange fog gradually disappeared, and the surrounding environment returned. The door of the street was clearly visible. Abigail was sitting on her knees in the middle of the road, still palpitating from the terrible experience just now.
Squeak...
The door of a house that had been closed for a long time next to Moran's Bookstore suddenly opened. A middle-aged woman hid behind the door and looked at Abigail nervously.
"Madam...were you asking for help just now? Did you meet a thief or a robber?"
Abigail came back to her senses and hurriedly sat up from the ground. Her voice just now really alarmed the surrounding neighbors.
"Sorry, just now..."
Abigail thought for a long time, but couldn't organize the words to explain the skeleton gentleman. She raised her head and glanced at the big lock on the door of Moran's Bookstore, and suddenly changed her words and asked: "Excuse me, do you know the bookstore next door?"
Store manager?"
The middle-aged woman was slightly startled and muttered suspiciously: "Bookstore? This isn't a bookstore next to it!"
Hearing this, Abigail was immediately surprised: "What do you mean by this? I have been here for several days to browse the information. The owner of this store is a beautiful lady with beautiful hair.
Curly black hair..."
"Wait a minute, young lady, you must be hysterical! The shop next door also belongs to me. I originally wanted to rent it to businessmen in the city, but it is too remote here and most people dislike the lack of customer traffic.
It has never been rented out and has been vacant for almost two years. How could there be a...bookstore?"
As the middle-aged woman spoke, she suddenly remembered that Abigail was shouting for help just now, so she suddenly froze and looked at her as if she was insane.
"I...I can help you contact a hospital."
Abigail was stunned in place. At this time, all her thoughts were about the bookstore and Miss Moran. She didn't even notice that the middle-aged woman ran out of the room and found a patrolling policeman on the street...<