Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 235 234 First Meeting, Mr. Error

No. 47 Golden Rose Street, at the end of the second floor, in a four-bedroom family apartment.

Outside the oriel window, the day's clamor grew louder.

The main tenants of this house are college students. For Klein Moretti, who just graduated from Tingen University, his brother Benson and sister Melissa are both busy studying for admission to Tingen University's law department, while his brother Benson and sister Melissa are still studying at Tingen University's affiliated middle school. Therefore, at this point in time, there is no one else in the family apartment.

The soundproofing of the apartment built by Tingen University and provided to college students is not bad. Zhou Mingrui is not afraid that he will be discovered by other tenants when he is performing the "lucky change ceremony". He is performing a ceremony of unknown origin and unknown effect.

"The cultists in this world will be burned at the stake..."

Zhou Mingrui smiled bitterly, and through this joke, he adjusted his mood and his slight timidity about trying.

After all, he couldn't be sure whether he could return to his own world by performing another "lucky change ceremony".

After returning to his room, Zhou Mingrui did not rush to perform the ceremony. Instead, he first translated the words that came to his mind, such as "Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun" that he had used for the ceremony, into the ancient Fessac language, Loen language and Hermes language corresponding to this world.

He planned to try another language if the original Chinese didn't work.

After all, we have to consider the differences between the two worlds and adapt to local customs.

Maybe Chinese doesn’t work, but other languages ​​may work?

As a keyboard mystic with many years of experience, Zhou Mingrui figured this out quite easily.

At this time, Zhou Mingrui had to be thankful.

The original body that he "traveled through" to, who committed suicide for unknown reasons, had studied Hermetic, Ancient Feysac and other languages ​​for a long time, and had obtained the corresponding "CET-4 and CET-6 certificates".

Klein Moretti had a good foundation, and those difficult languages ​​had not yet been returned to the professors of Tingen University. Zhou Mingrui was able to connect the corresponding memories and thus master them.

The languages ​​that the original body had learned, Ancient Feysac and Hermes, were both shown in occult magazines to possess obvious supernatural powers.

In other words, writing and language themselves possess certain mystical concepts.

Although Zhou Mingrui did not understand where the "mystical concepts" of these languages ​​were embodied, it would never be a bad idea to give it a try.

After completing the corresponding translation of sentences such as "Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun", Zhou Mingrui took out four loaves of rye bread from the paper bag and placed them in the four corners of the room, serving as the carrier and medium of the "lucky luck ceremony".

After doing all this, Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath and walked to the center of the room. He calmed down for a few minutes, and then he took four steps counterclockwise, taking a solemn step according to the "lucky change ritual" he had tried before crossing.

When he took his first step, the chaotic thoughts in his mind seemed to be cleared away with his steps.

Zhou Mingrui said in a low voice, first trying to recite slowly in the language of the country he had traveled to before:
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun..."

"The God of Fusheng Xuanhuang..."

"Fusheng, Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

After taking four steps and returning to his original position, Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes and waited for the final result of the "lucky change ceremony".

At this moment, his heart was filled with anticipation, anxiety, hope, fear and unspeakable emotions.

Can you go back?

Will the “lucky change ritual” be effective?

When Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes, he could no longer see the surrounding scenery.

Deep in the spiritual world, the boundless gray-white mist seemed to be even farther away than the seven lights of the spiritual world, and seemed to be above the spiritual world. Somewhere in Tingen City, a low and slightly fluctuating sound was heard, as if it was making contact with a crimson star wrapped in the depths.

In the real world, at No. 47 Golden Rose Street, an elegant black cat had crouched at the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

A bloody eyeball rolled over from the second-floor stairwell. The owner of the apartment, the old landlady, appeared at the corridor stairwell with a hunched back. Following her eyeball, she slowly walked towards the end of the corridor.

The black cat turned its head and meowed at the old lady who was walking towards it.

"Hey, hey, why are you here?"

The old lady had a kind face, but if you ignored the translucent worms with countless segments constantly crawling in and out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, you would know that this old lady was the one Klein Moretti once knew, the ordinary old lady who would kindly knock on the doors of college students every morning to urge them to go to class.

Apart from the old landlady, the other residents on other floors, including the college students who had not yet left, did the same. They either leaned over, pressed their faces against the ground, and kept pressing down until their faces were deformed.

These people, with their faces pressed against the ground, seemed to be trying to squeeze their bodies through the thick and heavy concrete floor to see the changes happening in the room below.

They looked surprised, as if they wanted to gain something from the changes in the room below.

Or they walked out of their rooms, all of them moving in unison, as if they had forgotten how to walk. Some of them simply crawled on the walls and ceiling, quickly rushing towards the end of the corridor, as if they wanted to go to the second floor and reach the door.

There are not many people who stay in their rooms and just silently squeeze their flesh and blood to try to penetrate the walls, but those who walk out of the rooms include men and women, old and young, handsome, beautiful, and ugly.

They surged, one after another, either walking or crawling. There were so many of them that the room seemed to be filled with endless people.

So many people shouldn't live in one room, but looking at No. 47 Golden Rose Street, some of the rooms look like old warehouses filled with shabby dolls. The human limbs and bones stacked inside are all overlapping and stacked up in layers, the number is astonishing.

"Secret..."

"Lord of Mysteries..."

"It's about to begin..."

"Lord of Mysteries, Lord of Mysteries..."

They all made a humming sound, which was chaotic at first but gradually became unified.

They walked and crawled, as if a wave made of human limbs and bones surged down from the upstairs. When they reached the second floor and saw the old landlady silently picking up the eyeballs that had rolled on the ground, they immediately fell silent, not daring to disturb what was happening in the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

But they were still whispering to each other.

"he came……"

"He really came..."

"Lord of Mysteries, Lord of Mysteries..."

The old landlady stretched out a somewhat old finger, put it to her mouth, and made a gesture of silence to the countless people at the end of the corridor.

"Don't disturb the guests, it's very rude."

Only then did they finally quiet down, as if they were frightened by the countless insects crawling in and out of the old woman's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

In the room, Zhou Mingrui, who was unaware of the various changes happening in Golden Rose No. 47, suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to have stopped flowing after the "transfer ceremony" ended. The air in his room seemed to be filled with some kind of gum, becoming sticky and weird.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Mingrui began to hear layers of terrifying whispers that were sometimes sharp, sometimes unreal, sometimes manic, and sometimes crazy, as if they came from somewhere in the highest place.

Those were terrifying whispers that could not be described in words. Zhou Mingrui could not understand a single word of them, but he seemed to be strongly attracted to them. He was involuntarily moving closer, absorbing, and understanding those countless terrifying whispers.

His head hurt again, as if a steel nail had been driven deep into his skull, stirring inside.

This kind of stirring gave Zhou Mingrui a terrible headache. He already knew that something was wrong. He knew that this state was absolutely wrong!
But he tried his best to open his eyes and find a way to save himself, but under the influence of the violent, manic, and crazy whispers, he could not complete this simple action.

"Am I going to die..."

Soon, Zhou Mingrui felt that he was about to reach his limit. He could no longer withstand this dense and crazy erosion, and he was about to lose the ability to resist.

But at this moment, Zhou Mingrui's eyes blurred, and a tarot card vaguely floated across his tightly closed eyes.

It was a card with a manor as the background. Behind a man and a woman was a winged angel wearing a monocle. The angel lowered his eyebrows, as if looking at the man and woman in front of him, with compassion and love.

That was a "Lovers" card.

In this card, the angel who had lowered his eyes and was looking at the man and woman in front of him raised his head again, but there was no wound on his temple. Only the monocle in his right eye socket was flashing a hazy, bright light.

Suddenly, Zhou Mingrui felt that the countless, crazy, and noisy whispers were rapidly receding, and the surroundings became very quiet.

It was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed when the crowd was bustling, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

"...I finally died?" Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but hesitate.

He was in a trance for a moment, as if he had forgotten the "Lovers" card that had just emerged in the darkness.

His tightly closed eyes blinked again, and when he tried to open his eyes again, this time, he did it very easily.

This is a vast world with countless gray and white mists flowing.

Deep red "stars" that are either huge or tiny are dotted in the grayish-white mist. Some are hidden deep inside, some float on the surface, some are illusory, and some are solid, like a starry sky reflected in the grayish-white boundless sea.

Looking at this boundless, vast scene that was completely beyond his comprehension, Zhou Mingrui stretched out his right hand half-confusedly and half-exploringly, touching his right side, where a deep red star was floating on the surface, trying to find a way to leave.

But just as his fingers touched the deep red star, water ripples suddenly surged out from his body. The surging water ripples reached the star, making it instantly seem as if it was ignited by flames, and it lit up with layers of halos.

Zhou Mingrui was startled by the halo bursting out from the crimson star. He hurriedly withdrew his right hand, but accidentally touched three other crimson stars, some big, some small, some illusory, some solid.

Then, these three deep red stars began to emit layers of incomprehensible halos of light.

-

Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, Queens District.

Sonia Sea, inside a three-masted sailboat.

Broken mirrors and oddly shaped glass bottles shattered one after another, and gray mist and deep red color surged out in an instant, enveloping the blond figure sitting in front of the dressing table and the young man with hair as messy as seaweed.

-

The mayor of Tingen, who was visiting Earl Hall today, was wearing a black silk hat and suddenly showed a sincere smile to Earl Hall who was chatting with him.

"Today is a really good day."

Earl Hall immediately smiled politely, although he didn't know what the man meant.

But just agree to it.

-

The sailor on the deck withdrew his gaze from the young man standing on the deck and pinched his right eye socket. Then he seemed to react and withdrew his hand, revealing a standard smile.

He looked at the sky where heavy rain was pouring down and took off the black top hat on his head which shouldn't be there.

-

Audrey Hall regained her sight above the gray mist. The young lady from Backlund looked around in fear and confusion.

She also saw a man not far from her, his head covered by a layer of gray-white mist, his figure and face equally blurry, making similar movements.

Then, they almost simultaneously discovered that they were not the only ones here. Not far away stood a mysterious man shrouded in gray-white mist.

It was a figure wearing a silk top hat and a matching tuxedo.

It was a world wandering above the gray fog, seemingly sizing up the countless crimson stars around it.

-

Zhou Mingrui also saw the figure that appeared here because of touching the crimson star.

One of them was a tall girl with smooth blonde hair.

A man with dark blue hair like seaweed, of medium build, not very strong, dressed like a sailor.

-

"Sir, where is this?"

"What do you want to do?"

Facing the two figures who suddenly appeared here and whose specific appearances could not be seen, Zhou Mingrui's thoughts were in a mess. He slowly said in a deep voice:
"An attempt..."

-

The figure wearing a silk top hat and a matching tuxedo turned around and smiled at the two outsiders.

He smiled:
"And you can call me, 'Error'."

This is an interesting experiment, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)