Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Li Mo walked forward and took down the painting on the wall of the hall.

What puzzled him was that at some point, the picture had become very abstract, and the previously lifelike figures and houses had now become a bloody mess.

Yes, the picture was bloody and the wording seemed inappropriate, but Li Mo still thought it was more appropriate to say so.

All the sharp edges and corners turned into strange curves and disordered lines, and a few tentacles covered with eyes were faintly crawling out of the crooked windows.

Without exception, these eyes were staring at him, as if they had life and wisdom.

All the human figures underwent the same strange deformation. Bloody tentacles were wrapped around the heart, organs, and blood vessels. Rotten flesh and white bones flowed out of the eyes and drilled out from the eyes, mouths, and ears.

His throat was broken and his neck was torn into pieces. It was an unprecedentedly tragic death.

The words appearing on the blood-stained newspaper remained unchanged, and every character exuded a strong sense of weirdness.

【???】

Qi 【???】

【???】

Li Mo couldn't understand the text on it, and the content on it was not even a symbol.

The bloody newspaper seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"It's very well spaced out, three parts, repeated three times."

Li Mo could only read this message, three words. Could it be that he wanted to let me go?

Obviously not, a ghost wouldn't beg for mercy like that.

"We can't stay any longer. This painting and the bloody newspaper are starting to look really weird."

Li Mo immediately overlapped the picture with the bloody newspaper, and then decisively took out the strange pistol.

There are still four bullets, but Li Mo generously gave them two bullets.

In the next three days, he did not allow his plan to be interfered with by the unknown. The sudden changes in the blood-stained newspaper and pictures made Li Mo feel a little inexplicable palpitations. For him now, palpitations were very abnormal.

It's like being entangled by something.

But he just took a look.

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In the Lost City, Irene, who was listening to classical music in the room, suddenly opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and her rosy lips moved.

His wine-red eyes stared at the rosemary he was gently twisting in his hand, and his gaze gradually became blurred.

"That's great, Mr. Detective, you are still so unique."

"The divergence between ideals and reality, the hazy boundary between love and hate."

"Strange rules are fair."

“When you are willing to sacrifice, there will be others willing to sacrifice for you.”

"I seem to be superfluous, Mr. Detective. Your girlfriend has already made her decision for you."

Rosemary smiled beautifully, her dazed eyes gradually recovered, she slowly turned off the classical music, and walked to the streets of the Lost City.

Seeing a tall building with flashing neon lights and bright lights, I walked in with a happy pace.

Modern and contemporary Western architectural style, celebrities in dignified suits and gorgeous dance skirts, dancing skillfully to the beautiful music of the banquet record player.

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

A gentleman took off his hat and asked bluntly.

Midori glanced at him, then lowered her head and smiled meaningfully.

"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for a detective to arrive. But if you can come to this banquet again in three days, I'll accept your invitation."

Chapter 20 A Room Full of Boxes

Irene slowly put down the tea in her hand, stood up and went to a deeper area. Her elegant and beautiful posture deeply attracted the gentleman.

This banquet will last for a month. Although three days seems long, it is worth it if you can dance with this beautiful lady.

The gentleman watched Irene leave in fascination.

If the beautiful and charming high mountain flower could not be easily obtained without going through some tests, it would be too cheap.

And during these three days, he can still do what he wants. He just needs to ask the butler to remind him to attend the banquet three days later on time to dance with the beautiful lady.

The gentleman adjusted the tie around his neck; it seemed a little tight, as if an invisible pressure was clinging to it, trying to tighten it.

"detective?"

The gentleman thought doubtfully that this identity did not seem to be suitable for this celebrity banquet, but he did not say much, so as not to make the other party feel disgusted with him.

In his circle, he has never known any rich young man with this habit, or rather.

There are too few detective agencies in this city. Although the remuneration has always been generous, the mortality rate of detectives is extremely high.

Five years ago, there were about a hundred detective agencies, but now there are only a dozen or so.

Only those who are extremely poor and in urgent need of money and have a little knowledge would choose to take this path.

For celebrities, this path is obviously extremely stupid and extremely ineffective.

"Mr. Held, someone is looking for you."

"Oh, who is it?"

"They claim to be your admirers and would like to invite you to dine with them at another place you frequent."

"Red light district?"

"Yes."

"Several people."

"Three, you'll like it."

The gentleman glanced at the disappearing Irene, sighed, and couldn't help showing disappointment on his face.

"It's a shame to have any regrets tonight. Tell them I'll be here."

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On the second floor of the haunted house, place the silent blood-stained newspaper and distorted pictures in a corner of the third room where they are not easily found.

Afterwards, Li Mo entered the eighth room, told everyone the survival rules on the third floor, and took three usable ghost beds to the third floor.

The layout of the first and second floors is almost the same, but the third floor has become a bit dirty and irregular.

"Is this the grocery room? It's so messy that I can't even walk." Kanagawa Qimeng kicked away the cardboard box blocking the way and complained angrily.

"..."

"..."

The members of the Supernatural Department walked dejectedly, hunched over, blinking their eyes, and staggering as if they might fall at any moment.

The high pressure of the night made them extremely exhausted.

Li Mo didn't need sleep. Although Kanagawa Qimeng had a nightmare, at least she got some rest.

Li Mo noticed this and decided to let them get enough sleep and rest while it was relatively safe during the day.

Otherwise, with slow reaction and tired body, it will be difficult to respond in time on the third day.

In the game of Statues, you have to stop your actions the moment the ghost moves, which is not an easy task.

You must not be dominated by fear and flee in panic, because inertia will help the ghost kill people.

"First, clear out a clean area. There are three beds for you to sleep on. Kanagawa will wake you up when the time comes."

Li Mo moved the ghost bed to a relatively open place. There were cardboard boxes everywhere around it, which made him a little concerned.

Even in the grocery room, the number of boxes is not normal.

With the help of more than a dozen people, it didn't take too long to clear out a space for the ghost bed. After eating, he didn't even want to brush his teeth and fell directly on the bed.

After a while, the sound of even and weak breathing was heard, and they fell into a deep sleep.

During the day, "Sleeping" and "Alone" will not trigger.

"They are all asleep." Kanagawa Qimeng walked over and said.

"Ah."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Just sleep peacefully at night. I need the information you saw in your dream."

"Okay, but then again, why did ghosts appear in my dreams? I asked the ministers and the others, and they didn't see ghosts in their dreams."

Kanagawa Yume asked the question she had always wanted to ask.

Li Mo didn't need sleep, so she couldn't be sure, but she was the only one among the dozen or so classmates who could see ghosts in her dreams.

Kanagawa Qimeng and Li Mo stayed together for two days and gradually realized that many things must have their corresponding reasons.

Then there must be a reason why she could see ghosts in her dreams. As for what the reason was, she didn't know, and it was difficult to know, but Li Mo must know.

At least Li Mo knew roughly why, it just depended on whether he wanted to say it or not.

Kanagawa Qimeng thinks this is very important. What if they successfully escape from the haunted house and Li Mo disappears, and she is haunted by the ghost in her dream again? Wouldn’t that be Barbie Q?

Li Mo glanced at the layout of the third floor. It seemed that there were many places to hide, but in fact, it was just the boxes filling the space that made this place, which should have been extremely spacious, become crowded.

But this is not a good thing. Usually, living people hide under the haunted bed, and ghosts cannot find them unless they make some noise.

Once a living person is discovered by a ghost, he must play the game of statue with the ghost. If the ghost moves, the person does not move; if the ghost does not move, the person moves.

But what if when a person moves, the box collides and rubs against it, making a sound, will it wake up the motionless ghost in advance?

"I'll tell you after you've arranged all these boxes, overlapping them and placing them against the wall to make room for free movement."

"Huh? What about you? Just watching?"

"Yes, you can wake up your classmates to join you."

Li Mo calmly admitted that he had been a bad actor, saying that he didn't need to do this kind of thing himself.

If he had to do everything by himself, it would be too tiring. Things have their priorities. What he has to do is to find clues, collect information, and deal with various emergencies at night.

Kanagawa Qimeng took a glance and sighed helplessly.

"Oh, forget it, I'll do it myself. I have nothing to do anyway."

After saying that, Kanagawa Qimeng started to tinker with it, moving one box after another and stacking them up honestly.

But every time she opened the box, she had a strange urge to get inside.

In response, Kanagawa Qimeng shook her head and threw the idea out of her mind.

Without Li Mo's guidance, she would never dare to enter the haunted house again.

Just like the last time I crawled under the haunted bed, who could have known that just by sticking half of my body under the bed I would turn into a disgusting snail?

A ghost face hung on the bottom of the bed and crawled to the back of her head. It made her feel sick just thinking about it.

"Hiss... I'd better forget this memory. How could such thick mucus come out of a beautiful girl's body?"

Kanagawa Qimeng said to herself with great self-awareness.

Get back to the task of moving the boxes.

Li Mo pushed aside boxes covered with cobwebs and dust one after another, checking them with a thermometer along the way.

Cobwebs and dust are normal. When I put the thermometer into the box, the temperature dropped, but it was not obvious. There were mostly no clues inside and it was empty.

But sometimes you can find surprises in there—a strand of hair, a broken arm…

However, the remains of these corpses looked familiar to him. The current conditions did not allow Li Mo to verify their identities, so he could only leave them alone for the time being.

"Someone went up to the third floor. Why are their remains in the box?"

Anyone who can reach the third floor must have his own unique understanding of the survival rules of the haunted house. Whether it is luck or strength, being able to come here shows that he is different.

Li Mo closed his eyes and imagined night falling.

Anyone who comes to the third floor must have companions, is not "pretending to be a ghost", and does not sleep at night.