Chapter 41 – The Orphanage of Horror XXXXI

Simple lines outline the shape of the clock face, with the hour hand and minute hand pointing to twelve o’clock. A cute moon is painted above the clock face.

The second page is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is an empty chair, next to which are five black figures, whose red lines are dazzling and messy. The next part is the same scene, but the difference is that there is a small man sitting on the chair, whose body is painted with red lines. The small man around it raises his hands, as if he is cheering.

“12:00 am is our last time.” Wen Qing closed her eyes and thought, “There is still one hour and forty minutes left. The meaning of this album is obvious. If there is no one to sacrifice on the chair at that time, all the other players will die.”

She opened her eyes, looked at everyone with sharp and aggressive eyes, and said, “I don’t think anyone doubts the identity of the person who wants to create a sacrifice. It is 100% the so-called [caregiver].”

Chen Si was about to speak, but felt everyone’s eyes fell on the center of the hall behind her.

The place that was originally dark and could not be illuminated by the light of the candle now shows a faint red light.

It was unknown when but a wooden chair appeared in the middle of the hall. Under the chair is a luminous circular pattern, with a diamond inside. Like the front page of the picture album, it should be a kind of sacrificial ceremony pattern.

“What exactly is the matter with the nine volunteers?” Yun Duo looked at the passage of time, and was also worried: “If we choose the wrong person, we will definitely have an accident, otherwise we can just grab someone and have them sit on the chair.”

Wen Qing continued to analyze: “We have searched the whole room over and over many times, and there shouldn’t be any clues that we missed. It is impossible for the copy to give any clues. Think carefully, every room has a function – Ruan Mianmian. Did you see anything in the attic before? Any details may be the key clues.”

Chen Si didn’t care: “What can she notice as a newcomer?”

Ruan Qiao held her chin with her hand as her black eyes turned. Hearing this, she also remembered that there was something out of place in the forgotten attic. At that time, there were bear children playing hide-and-seek with her, so she didn’t pay much attention. Now she has come back to her senses.

She coughed and said seriously, “It’s a loft that will hit the skull when standing straight. It’s not high. It’s full of cardboard boxes containing waste products, and there’s a rotten empty wardrobe. There’s a window, but my favorite thing is a picture stuck under the window. It’s a vivid black cat.”

“When it was stormy outside, the picture was firmly stuck under the window, which was obviously reasonable for this copy. But speaking of cats, when I was a child, I had two cats at home, one white and one black. One day, the white cat fell into the toilet and drowned. We were very sad after we picked it up. The cat’s body smelled, but the black cat stubbornly guarded its body. Until the next day, when we went to see it, I found —— “

At the beginning of Ruan Qiao’s talk, Wen Qing interrupted her detailed(without) story(focus) without expression: “enough, wait—— you said a black cat?”

Ruan Qiao continued to hint: “That’s right, the picture on the wall.”

Wen Qing suddenly stood up. The axe Su Xi had used before was on the side of the sofa. She picked up the axe and went upstairs.

Although the other players are puzzled, they still followed.

When they came to the attic, the narrow attic was crowded with five adults at one time, which seemed even more crowded.

Stuffy and crowded.

Wen Qing felt the window on the wall, and it was flat. The whole window is painted, so there is no air flowing in the attic. The light here is very dark, and it is easy to be deceived by vision without deliberate attention.

Chen Si was surprised: “Is this window fake?!”

“Do you remember Allan Poe’s Black Cat?” Wen Qings eyes sank.

Allan is the male god of Ruan Qiao. Although she stood at the back and ate melons, she blinked and was ready to say something suitable as a newcomer, she pretended to be confused and said, “Al- who?”