Weird collapse, husband-chasing crematorium

At least now he can physically imprison the human skins of Taixu's seven disciples to reduce his own pressure.

If you don’t try, it’s useless. Anyway, there is no loss.

Li Mo quickly walked around the slaughterhouse, looking for traces of Hua.

Chapter 15 The wing room was destroyed

Li Mo couldn't help showing a look of disappointment on his face.

The human skin pressed on the chopping board witnessed this scene with its empty eye holes.

The horrifying shriveled human skin actually imitated the same sad expression, as if empathizing with Li Mo.

This is definitely not something Wei Wei can do.

Weirdness can have emotions, but it must be twisted emotions that are gradually contaminated over a long period of time in order to retain the weirdness.

Just like Kiana.

"Qiana... I kind of want to meet her." Li Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but smile shyly.

He knew he was tainted, but he really didn't care.

Li Mo has regarded the memories in the dream as memories of his own experience. As time goes by, this feeling will not disappear, but will only become more profound until it is engraved into his soul.

"Hua is not here."

"I have to leave."

Li Mo did not forget about business.

He hunched over and walked out of the slaughterhouse full of human skins, took out his cell phone and took a quick look.

Ten twenty at night.

It was only 10 minutes away from the 30:10 predicted by the notebook.

At this time, Li Mo suddenly realized something, and two possibilities kept intertwining in his heart.

He needs to weigh the pros and cons.

The first page of the notebook can be said to be an almost omniscient perspective, and it is very understanding of what happened in countless time and space in the past, present, and future.

The human wisdom's confrontation with it is no different than comparing the tall grass and trees on the ground with the bright moon and hibiscus hanging high in the sky.

As long as you do what it says, the final situation will never be under your control.

Li Mo hated the feeling of resignation, and he couldn't guarantee that the first page wouldn't really want to kill himself.

Maybe the first "rebirth" was just to achieve some ulterior purpose.

"My original idea was to rush back quickly and run at full speed. It would only take about 10 minutes."

"If I do this, I will arrive at the already silent wing at ten-thirty."

"But I will die."

"So the wing is very likely to have fallen, but why did it fall?"

Li Mo analyzed quickly and left the place where he turned on his phone just now.

"Both the wing and the human-headed ghost have fallen into silence. I also arranged for people to be stationed in the wing. The wing with certain protective capabilities did not allow me to delay my death for a while, which shows that I triggered the law of death after entering the wing."

Li Mo tried hard to recall the tips given on the second page of the notebook: [After returning to the wing, do not stay for a long time, do not stay overnight, do not get injured, do not lean against the wall, and do not let ghosts enter the house...]

The pattern of staying for a long time and spending the night became silent as the ghost's stomach fell silent. The pattern of leaning against the wall was swallowed by the human-headed ghost and now also fell into a state of silence.

There are also two rules, one is to get hurt, and the other is to let ghosts into the house.

The injury is most likely attributed to the characteristics of the ghost stomach, because there is no more weirdness in the wing.

The human-headed ghost ate all the mutilated and strange things in the ghost's stomach, leaving only the special existence form of the wing room alive, and both fell into a downtime state at the same time.

After ruling out injuries, there is only one possibility left.

"A ghost has entered the house."

The only answer is obvious.

"The wing room is not an auditorium. It cannot block the perception of ghosts, and it has no suppression effect. When ghosts come in, their rules and abilities will not be suppressed. They can kill people without restraint."

This is the most likely event that Li Mo can think of.

If that was the case, there was no need for him to go back. The wing was no longer safe. He could only stay in the slaughterhouse until tomorrow morning.

During the day, use a thermometer to look for extra ghosts, drive out all the foreign ghosts in the wing, and then station yourself in the wing.

But...didn't he hand over all the weird pistols to the people stationed in the wing?

Why can it still be broken by ghosts?Could it be that there is a ghost who can control the strange pistol?

"In the slaughterhouse, as long as I didn't stand under the tree and didn't look into the eyes, I had a good chance of surviving."

"At night, the human skins of Taixu's seven disciples seemed to recognize me as another person, and they had great kindness and even love for me."

"Taking advantage of this, the slaughterhouse may be safer than the wing."

"But I can't draw a conclusion directly. As time goes by, more weirdness will emerge, and the weirdness that I haven't found in the slaughterhouse will revive one by one. By then, the rules will be superimposed, and I'm afraid I won't be able to escape death."

Two options, go back and stay.

Each one is full of unknowns and dangers.

But one thing is for sure.

If I don't do anything now, I will definitely die at ten thirty.

"There is also the possibility that my tendency to stay in the slaughterhouse was the cause of my death."

"The wing was safe, but I was misled by the first page of the notebook and mistakenly thought that the wing was lost, so I chose to stay at the slaughterhouse."

"Then the time came to 10:30, and the unknown and strange resurgence of the slaughterhouse killed me..."

Li Mo reasoned, now he and Notebook are not thinking more or further than anyone else.

It's about who has better luck.

If the notebook predicts Li Mo, then Li Mo has to predict it and himself; but if he predicts the notebook to predict him, he may also be predicted by the notebook.

This is a game of mixed success and failure.

"How about exploring the notebook's tone?"

Li Mo looked at the simple and old notebook, and a desire to use it emerged in his heart.

However, this idea was quickly dismissed.

Li Mo knew very well that the notebook could not be used in this way.

"No, it originally wanted to put me in a lifeless death step by step. There was still a glimmer of hope in the initial dead end. If it is used frequently, it will only completely reduce me to a puppet. Every step Just listen to it.”

"I will completely lose the opportunity to choose and reach a situation where death is inevitable."

Li Mo shook his head slightly. He was very tired now, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Not eating for a long time makes my thinking become slower and slower, and my body is trembling.

At this moment, there is no extra energy to think about the purpose of the notebook and the strange characteristics of its source.

Just thinking about how to get through this desperate situation is almost burning my brain.

Li Mo really wanted to kill himself now and let his body restart.

This state is quite dangerous when dealing with strange events. Delayed thinking means reduced judgment.

Judgment declines and execution ability declines. Once you fail to consider everything thoroughly, ignore any detail, and make the wrong choice, you will lose your life, or even really die here.

"Guru..."

Li Mo swallowed. At this time, the flesh and blood in the bucket no longer seemed so ugly, and the fishy smell was much lighter.

He is very hungry...

Li Mo walked up to the warrior's flesh and blood and bit his lip.

Finally, he punched himself hard.

“Once you take this step, you can never look back.”

"I will never be able to face myself."

"I don't have the face to face her..."

A figure slowly emerged in his mind. It was obviously an illusory fantasy, but it gave Li Mo great courage and confidence.

Let Li Mo make a decision immediately, and return to the side room when he is about to faint from hunger.

It's simple, because if you continue to stay here, you will either starve to death; be found and killed by Weird; or take that step and completely lose human self-esteem.

Human beings are such magical creatures. It is obvious that they are about to fall, but the faith based on pure emotions can always add bricks and tiles to the high wall of will that is about to collapse.

He is a human being with emotions, not a weirdo who follows rules.

"I will definitely bring Hua back, I shouldn't stop here."

"I should die... in a more meaningful way."

The moonlight was like water, his clothes were flying, and the scarlet moonlight shone on Li Mo's galloping figure.

The cold night wind gently brushed his cheek, bringing with it a chill.

Li Mo stepped over the fence with a vigorous and familiar step.

The flowers and plants in the forest were swaying in the night wind. They adjusted their bodies as Li Mo moved, as if they wanted to record every figure of Li Mo.

After Li Mo left, the seven human skins that were pressed down on the chopping board began to stir, and they opened the chopping board and stood up again.

It's just that the penetrating faces became softer, especially those of the two sisters Qin Suyi and Jiang Wanxi.

They did not wait for this day when they were alive, but after death, they saw it.

Although they have no eyes, they cannot see Li Mo's expression, nor can they see Li Mo's appearance and grace.

But the soul and the emotions he has never had before are Li Mo’s best proof of identity and the harvest of 5 years of confusion.

The moonlight shines through the cracks in the courtyard wall and shines on the window lattice of the wing, reflecting a faint picture of the inner room——

Five ghosts with stooped bodies and hunched backs, wearing thick black clothes and hats, stared at the closed door of the wing.

Under each hat, there is a ghastly and misshapen cat face, with green eyes shining with a strange glimmer.

There was silence in the wing, no human voice, and no cat meowing.

They stood quietly in front of the door of the wing, eagerly waiting for a living person to open the door and look at them.

"..."

"Really, it's so quiet that it's scary."

The time currently displayed on the phone is 29:10, which is only 30 minute away from 1:[-].

Li Mo is now only one step away from entering the wing.

You only need to step forward and gently open the door of the wing to enter the wing and see the truth.

Verify the prophecy on the first page of the notebook to see if it predicts the slaughterhouse or the wing.

Li Mo was not in a hurry to enter, but paid attention to as many details and pictures as possible so that he could sort out the information after restarting and deduce a solution.

There was no sign of damage to the closed door, and there was no sign of a struggle at the scene.

Obviously, when they were stationed in the wing, they didn't even have a chance to resist, just like themselves before.

Maybe a ghost disguised himself as himself, lowered their alertness, and killed them all in an instant while they were unprepared.

However, this possibility is relatively small. Li Mo left four different sets of passwords before leaving. Even if all four people trigger the same pattern, death will come first.

They may even panic and open the side room to escape.

However, this did not happen. Li Mo could vaguely see five short black figures inside through the yellowing window screen.

"There is an outline, which means there is someone inside, but the outline does not look like a strong man. Instead, it looks like the old cat lady I met on the mountain."

"Five... I remember there were seven people when we went up the mountain. Apart from me, there were two warriors and four men in black."

"The warrior is dead, and there are only four men in black left."