Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

“If only the notebook was still there.”

Li Mo couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know how many times he had said it.

I know that using a laptop will put me in greater trouble, but I still can't help but want to use it.

Li Mo shook his head and put this irrational idea behind him.

"Let's see if Xi'er comes tonight. If she does, let's try to get some clues out of her."

Li Mo did not change the trajectory of his life.

Eat, chat with the children, and then go back to your room to have a loving chat with Shi Yu Qi Luo.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening again. This time, the knock on the door came ten minutes earlier than the last time. At ten-ten, Xier pushed open the door and stood at the doorway, asking cautiously, "Brother, can I come in?"

Li Mo couldn't quite understand why Xier was so cautious.

It's like having post-traumatic stress disorder, and every action requires questioning and testing.

This level of caution is comparable to the level at which he handles strange incidents.

But this is at home, what is home?

It would be quite painful if you can't relax yourself at home.

People cannot keep their nerves tense all the time. Just like a spring, if it is compressed too hard for too long, it will break and snap at some moment in the future.

"Xi'er, don't be so serious. As long as I don't forbid it, it's allowed. Come in. What do you want to talk to me about today? Or should I continue telling you a story?"

Xier was stunned for a moment, took out the first fairy tale book, and nodded: "Yeah."

Li Mo's intuition told him that Xier knew the content of the story and could understand the Chinese characters.

But Xier doesn't want to be exposed, so there is no reason for me to expose it.

Just treat her with a normal attitude.

Li Mo doesn't need to act, this is how he treats his children.

Give them enough sense of security and provide an environment for healthy growth within their ability.

The first fairy tale was very simple, and Li Mo finished reading it in less than half an hour.

It was past ten o'clock, but Xier didn't fall asleep.

"How about this story? Is it much better than the one I told yesterday?" Li Mo asked.

Xier hummed, but her expression didn't show the joy Li Mo had expected. Instead, she said sadly, "Brother is right. Stories that are too beautiful sound fake and childish..."

"Don't you like it? I didn't expect Xier to prefer darker fairy tales." Li Mo closed the fairy tale book.

But he found that Xier had buried her head in his chest, which was unusual for her.

"Xie'er?"

Li Mo held the fairy tale book and was about to pat Xier on the back to remind her to be careful.

The moment the book touched her back, Xier stood up reflexively and took several steps back.

But Li Mo's thighs were squeezed when he stood up too quickly.

"Ouch!" Li Mo showed an expression of pain.

"Brother...I'm sorry!"

After saying that, Xier bit her tears and wanted to come over and touch him.

But the next second, Xier's pupils contracted, and she immediately ran away from Li Mo as if she saw something terrifying.

Li Mo was left alone, touching his painful thigh. Not standing for a long time had caused his leg muscles to atrophy severely.

"…A stress reaction?"

Staring at Xier's departing figure, Li Mo seemed to be thinking about something.

Is there something wrong with the way I just patted her back with a book?

"That's not right. Cocolia didn't tell me that Xi'er had such a disease."

"Forget it. We still have a long time to spend together. I just need to treat each child normally and focus on observing Xier."

"I need to write the manuscript first. I don't have enough savings. If I don't make money quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the next month."

Li Mo turned on the computer and started to get busy.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from his mind. Li Mo immediately looked up and almost stood up.

However, due to objective conditions, he can only sit in a wheelchair with his legs limp and weak.

My name is Li Mo, and I made a choice that I deeply regret.

I didn't go to the fourth floor tonight. Tragedy will repeat itself, just like the protagonist in the story, helplessly watching the world slide into irreversible collapse.

"..."

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, turned off the computer, and then frowned.

when?

When did the contamination return to him?

Could it be that I accidentally got contaminated when I went to the fourth floor today?

"The clue in my mind came from the third night of the haunted house when I ventured into the ninth room with Kanagawa Yume. It didn't come from the fourth floor, so I definitely didn't get it from there. It's the pattern of the ninth room, which is my bedroom."

"But the only place I can think of that was exposed to contamination was on the fourth floor."

"Then where does the prompt in my mind come from?"

Li Mo tried hard to recall, but still had no specific direction.

The only doubtful point is that Xier hurt herself, but no matter what, Xier is not a ghost now, and it is impossible for her to trigger the pattern.

Li Mo looked around, and suddenly, he found something that shouldn't be there in a familiar place.

A burning candle.

The pestle burned quietly on the wall.

"Who put it there? It wasn't Xier. I was watching her from the moment she walked in. There was absolutely no chance she would have put a candle here."

"Wait, did Xier leave just because she saw this candle? She seemed to be looking at the wall where the candle was."

Li Mo bit his lip, looking nervous.

The sudden appearance of candles means that the orphanage is turning into a haunted house.

This is a very scary thing. There are no living people in the haunted house. Does this mean...

Will everyone die here?

"We must find out the reason!" Li Mo made up his mind. He would not allow anything to happen to the children in the orphanage.

Even if this sudden change was likely a ghost appearing in the house, Li Mo could not retreat, let alone pretend nothing happened.

Maneuvering the wheelchair, Li Mo came to the candle, took it down, and touched the candle body.

The candle body is cold, which means it has just been lit.

But this view needs to be verified.

Li Mo waited patiently for a few minutes, touched the candle again, and found that the temperature had risen a lot.

"It can be heated by the flame, so it's a normal candle. But when I touched it three minutes ago, the candle body was very cold, which means it was lit and put in not long ago."

"Xi'er won't have the chance to ignite it, so what on earth is this..."

Li Mo suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had thought of something. He pushed open the door and walked to the corridor, where he found that there was also a candle lit on the wall outside his room.

The sudden change woke Li Mo up from his dream.

There are many situations in which candles suddenly appear.

But in this case there is only one.

Synchronization of the inner and outer worlds.

Li Mo's eyes were cold as he stared at the candle on the wall whose flame was constantly shaking.

The ghost revived in the other world.

"I understand. This is what's strange about Xi'er. She has a wonderful life, but she always hides her inner pain with a standard smile."

"She can go to the other world."

"The candle wasn't lit by Xier, it was by a ghost from the other world. This level of shaking..."

"The ghost is right next to me."

In the corridor, Li Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, his view facing the corridor exit, which was the location of the other eight rooms.

Li Mo pressed the rotation button on the controller, and the wheelchair slowly turned towards the wall behind him.

Something horrifying appeared before his eyes.

A human figure, illuminated by candlelight, appeared completely on the wall behind him.

The figure was deep, and through the refraction of the shadow, Li Mo recognized that... the shadow was facing him.

The ghost in the other world knew that it was being watched.

"No matter what you are, I will not allow you to hurt my family."

"You caused Xier's stress reaction."

Li Mo's eyes were fierce. He had no fighting power at all due to his half-paralyzed state, but his words were filled with strong hostility.

It's not based on any rules, but purely from human emotions.

Li Mo did not lose his mind. He first maneuvered the wheelchair back to the door of the room, then turned off all the lights in the bedroom, and then took out his mobile phone to illuminate himself.

In an instant, the fifth floor was plunged into thick darkness.

In the darkness, Li Mo's face was illuminated by the light of the mobile phone, making it exceptionally clear.

"I am here."

"Come out and see me if you can."

Li Mo spoke to the darkness that was so thick that it seemed to have condensed into substance.

The figure on the wall moved from the end of the corridor to the opposite side of the ninth room, standing quietly facing Li Mo.

Such behavior shows that it can see Li Mo.

At the same time, the darkness seemed to be twisting and the shadows were hazy, very similar to what Li Mo saw in the picture on the fourth floor, as if a ghost would emerge from the darkness in the next second.

Li Mo clenched his hands, but the powerlessness made his reason prevail.

He couldn't leave the room yet.

This is why Li Mo returned to the room before turning off the lights.

Now he is alone, which has triggered the rule of being alone, but he has not fallen into the other world, which shows that the changes in the haunted house are not complete.

The appearance of candles indicates that the protection rules of the guest room have been established.

As long as the candles in the room are burning, the ghost cannot kill anyone.

But if Li Mo left, even if the ghost in front of him was in another world, it might be able to kill him instantly.

"That's all you have."

Li Mo closed the door and turned on the light again.

He couldn't care less about the ghost outside, but he couldn't ignore it, even though the ghost couldn't kill him now.

"The hint is quite clever. If I don't go to the fourth floor tonight, I will regret it immensely. The tragedy in the fairy tale will happen again in this world."

"But it doesn't say that going there will solve the problem. I might still regret it if I get to the fourth floor, and it's very likely I'll die there."

"But I have no choice."

Li Mo clutched his phone, turned and looked towards the elevator, his heart in turmoil.

It was already eleven o'clock at night.

The hint in his mind was given to Li Mo by the ninth room. The rules of the ninth room began to emerge. If this change was not stopped by going to the inner world, it would sooner or later spread to the entire house.