Chapter 432
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Bei Yuan leaned on Bai Liu's shoulder, controlled his crying, and took two deep breaths: "...I won't delay you, you can go to the Luming Shrine on the mountain to practice dancing after you have a rest."
After finishing speaking, Beiyuan knelt on his knees and took two steps back, lowered his head and folded his hands in front of his forehead, and slowly bowed down, his tone trembling slightly:
"Bai Liu, if you are the successor of the evil god, if your dance is passed to the evil god, then I implore you, please ask him to choose Xiaokui as a sacrifice this time!"
"I still have two more years to go, but Xiaokui's body is almost too late."
Bei Yuan's tone was a little choked up, and then he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, bowed to Bai Liu, lifted his clothes at the bottom of his clothes, and took off the sticker on the inside of the door. [Notice of the bitter room training], closed the door of the cold room, and walked away in a panic from the back.
Bai Liu looked back at the door that Bei Yuan had closed when he left, and his eyes slowly moved to the wave chart that was facing him.
Horror games, especially Japanese-style horror games, generally have clues to the narrow interior decorations, especially the innermost room, where the inner wall does not connect with the outer room.
Bai Liu got up and reached out to touch the shrine-style ship thrown by the waves on the wave map. His fingertips carefully checked the decorations on the ship inch by inch, and finally landed on the half-covered reverse cross flag on the ship. superior.
He tapped this place with his fingertips to stop, then took off the painting, and found the point on the wall that had been marked before.
Bai Liu calmly pointed her fingers against the wall and pressed down hard.
A depression quickly appeared on the wall, and then the place where the painting was bound on the wall was flipped, from a flat wall to a picture frame-sized, built-in shrine.
Placed in the shrine is a mahogany statue with extremely fine carvings.
This statue has been around for some time, the mahogany on the knees and shoulders has turned black due to being carefully wiped, and it is dressed in white willow. .
The clear and long hem of the hunting clothes hangs down to the slender ankles of the idols, which are randomly overlapped. On the ankles are engraved chains that have been painted with gold powder and faded, and the feet are stepping on the rippling sea.
The god statue lowered its head slightly, sitting loosely on the raised eaves of the worship hall, holding an unclearly carved book in both hands, as if reading it carefully, with a hand wrapped around the top of his face and forehead. The twisted Zhujie rope looked like a hemp rope, and a piece of soft and erratic white imperial rice paper passed through the rope, covering His face.
On the rice paper, there are two words written with a brush - [No Wish].
Further forward, there is an incense burner that is slowly rising in the shrine. With the slight wind in the cellar, the rice paper covering the face of the statue and the smoke rising straight from the incense burner are slightly shaking and undulating, a kind of The clear and pleasant sandalwood fragrance overflows.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the wooden carved book in the hands of the statue, and he paused for a moment.
The pages of this book are torn, and they look like the kind of lines that were roughly torn by hand and then glued together.
In Bai Liu's memory, there is a book that fits this texture, and that book is called "The Record of the Slender Ghost's Murder".
When Xieta was sunk in the pond, Bai Liu put the book in Xieta's arms. The book should have drifted away with Xieta...
But now that it appears in the hands of this statue, let's get in touch with the theme of this dungeon...
This idol is very likely to be Scheta. One of the old cult offerings in the game.
Bai Liu took a step forward without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to lift off the imperial guardian rice paper covering the face of the statue.
At the moment when the Mishou rice paper was caressed upwards by Bailiu on the surface of the statue, the picture of waves unloaded by Bailiu and placed on the ground suddenly made a huge sound of waves, and a violent sea breeze blew out from inside, blowing Bailiu's hunting clothes Blowing covered the eyes.
Stormy and violent waves rush out of the painting, instantly sweeping the white willow standing in front of the shrine into the painting.
When the wind and rain subsided, the paintings on the ground were hung on the wall at some point, except for the big boat on the wave map that disappeared at some point, everything returned to its original state, and the sudden strong winds, waves, and rainstorms dissipated without a trace.
There is no one in the room, only the wooden sign of [Mifune White Six] hanging outside the door of the room, and the long sandalwood in the room.
[System prompt: Player Bailiu triggers the main story line (Old Evil God Spirit Sacrifice) collection branch line]
Bai Liu slowly opened his eyes amidst a severe dizziness that shook people to the ground.
In front of his eyes was a pitch-black cabin, and he could vaguely see the silhouettes of people sleeping on the upper and lower bunks, and he could hear the sound of people vomiting from seasickness, as well as the hysterical collapse and crying of some children.
"I'm going back!!!"
"I'm staying in the orphanage! I don't want to come here!!"
"The people who bought me are lunatics who can abuse children! Let me get off the boat!!"
Bai Liu looked at Zibai's hands, which became slimmer and shorter than before. He lowered his head to look at Zibai's figure, and it was not as short as before. Sleeping on this kind of narrow boat bed, his feet were too tight. straighten.
From a rough estimate of his height, he should be only sixteen or seventeen years old now.
Bai Liu moved his body, and he found that his hands and feet were tightly tied together, tied to the foot of the bed on one side of the bed, his body rose and fell violently with the waves, but he couldn't move at all. .
A flash of lightning pierced the night sky, and the light shone into the cabin, Bai Liu finally saw clearly what kind of environment he was in.
Pale-faced children ranging in age from a few to seventeen or eighteen years old slept densely on the narrow beds on the upper, lower, and middle floors of the cabin. These children, like him, were bound together and tied to one side of the bed. , some huddled into a ball and wept softly, some were numb and motionless, and some were seasick and vomiting.
For example, sleeping on a white willow and doing this.
"Ouch—!" The other party has been retching, coughing and wheezing after vomiting, probably because he didn't eat anything, and he didn't spit out anything, but he was so weak that he couldn't stop hearing the voice. up.
"If you get seasick, it's better not to think about escaping again." Bai Liu's voice was light, "You can't escape from here, you can't escape from the sea, no matter where you go in the sea, you can't escape." Boat."
Behind Bai Liu's back, the person who was struggling carefully and vigorously stopped, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "My name is Cang Tai, what's your name?"
"Bai Liu." Bai Liu replied.
The other party was a little surprised: "You are the Bai Liu he mentioned?"
Bai Liu paused: "You know me?"
"It's not like we know each other." Cang Tai hesitated for a moment, "...you are the most famous child here, and everyone in my family has discussed about you."
"My matter?" Bai Liuwei raised slightly, "Did I do anything that you need to discuss in this environment?"
Cangtai paused, hesitated and then whispered: "He said that you killed a child named Xieta in the Charity Orphanage and pushed it into the pond. Is that true?"
Bai Liu was quiet, and when he spoke, his tone completely softened: "As one of the protagonists of this story, am I lucky enough to know the whole story of this story that is being circulated?"
"Did you not kill anyone? Is he talking nonsense?" Cang Tai shrank, moved closer to Bai Liu's ear, and whispered to him, "The version I heard is like this, he I said that you were a very weird child when you were in the Love Orphanage, and you have liked to play with all kinds of weird things since you were young, and you have played with many small animals to death."
Bai Liu retorted: "For example?"
Cang Tai began to recall: "Little cats, little rabbits, little hamsters, etc., they said that you would peel off the skin of the little animals, and then put them on the cutest page in all kinds of fairy tale books. , usually in the page of a fairy tale where everyone is happy."
"When these children open the book and happily see the last page, these bloody animal furs will fall out, scaring those children and screaming and running around the room. Tilting his head and laughing beside him."
Bai Liu paused for a moment, a point in his memory that had been covered up was touched, and a strange yet familiar memory suddenly emerged.
It seems that a long, long time ago, when he was cleaning the library in Scheta, he did talk about playing pranks on other people in the orphanage like this, but in the end, Scheta calmly stopped him.
Scheta looked at him with those silver-blue pupils at that time, and said softly: "You won't do that."
"Why can't I?" Bai Liu glanced sideways and retorted.
Xieta was silent, and said, "Because I have seen Bai Liu who can do this."
"You're not that Bai Liu."
"Is there another Bai Liu in this world besides me?" Bai Liu approached Xieta with interest, "You don't seem to like this Bai Liu very much."
Scheta lowered her eyes: "There is no like or dislike."
"I think he is a natural competitive relationship by design. He is born to chase desires, and he will want to frantically learn from powerful people, things, and even monsters he sees. Amount, converted into money or other valuable things.”
Bai Liu commented: "It sounds like me."
Scheta raised her eyes: "You are different."
"He'll . . . kill me, but you won't."
Bai Liu could only remember the shape of his mouth when Xieta said the middle word, because the outside ball suddenly hit the window, cracking the window and covering Xieta's voice.
When Bai Liu talked again, Xieta looked away, said nothing, and stopped answering him.
Cang Tai continued: "It turns out that what you do is getting more and more extreme. At that time, you were particularly concerned about a child named Xieta in the orphanage. He was also a very strange child. He liked to watch various things quietly by himself Horror drawings of all kinds."
"You will observe him and follow him often, but Scheta seems to basically ignore you, and never care about anything you do."
"Once you went around to the church to look for Scheta, Scheta often read a book alone there, and that day, you stood quietly behind Scheta for a long time, Scheta seemed to be reading some kind of thin... "
Cang Tai suddenly got stuck: "What did he say, it's a very long title..."
Bai Liu added in a calm tone: ""The Memoir of Murder by the Slender Ghost"."
"That's right! That's the name!" Cang Tai continued excitedly and smoothly, "He said that you killed Scheta that night, and brought back a blood-stained copy of "Slender "Ghost Murder Memoir", sitting on the edge of the bed alone, humming a little tune, as if reading this book happily all night, scaring the people next to you."
"Then the person you live with has a brave child, so you just killed Scheta."
When Cang Tai talked about this, he swallowed nervously: "You smiled and looked up at him, with blood all over your face, and said yes, I killed him."
"That kid broke down, why did you kill Scheta? He didn't do anything to hurt you!"
"Then you said—" Cang Tai's voice became trembling, "You said..."
"—[Because I also want to read the book "Slender Ghost Murder Record", so I stood beside Scheta and waited for a long time, waiting for him to turn his head and invite me to join him Let’s read a book together].”
"[It's a pity he didn't, he didn't seem to see me standing behind him waiting for him to turn around]."
"You smiled regretfully, spread your hands and said—【Then there is no way, I have to kill him, and then invite his corpse to show me together.]"
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Bei Yuan leaned on Bai Liu's shoulder, controlled his crying, and took two deep breaths: "...I won't delay you, you can go to the Luming Shrine on the mountain to practice dancing after you have a rest."
After finishing speaking, Beiyuan knelt on his knees and took two steps back, lowered his head and folded his hands in front of his forehead, and slowly bowed down, his tone trembling slightly:
"Bai Liu, if you are the successor of the evil god, if your dance is passed to the evil god, then I implore you, please ask him to choose Xiaokui as a sacrifice this time!"
"I still have two more years to go, but Xiaokui's body is almost too late."
Bei Yuan's tone was a little choked up, and then he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, bowed to Bai Liu, lifted his clothes at the bottom of his clothes, and took off the sticker on the inside of the door. [Notice of the bitter room training], closed the door of the cold room, and walked away in a panic from the back.
Bai Liu looked back at the door that Bei Yuan had closed when he left, and his eyes slowly moved to the wave chart that was facing him.
Horror games, especially Japanese-style horror games, generally have clues to the narrow interior decorations, especially the innermost room, where the inner wall does not connect with the outer room.
Bai Liu got up and reached out to touch the shrine-style ship thrown by the waves on the wave map. His fingertips carefully checked the decorations on the ship inch by inch, and finally landed on the half-covered reverse cross flag on the ship. superior.
He tapped this place with his fingertips to stop, then took off the painting, and found the point on the wall that had been marked before.
Bai Liu calmly pointed her fingers against the wall and pressed down hard.
A depression quickly appeared on the wall, and then the place where the painting was bound on the wall was flipped, from a flat wall to a picture frame-sized, built-in shrine.
Placed in the shrine is a mahogany statue with extremely fine carvings.
This statue has been around for some time, the mahogany on the knees and shoulders has turned black due to being carefully wiped, and it is dressed in white willow. .
The clear and long hem of the hunting clothes hangs down to the slender ankles of the idols, which are randomly overlapped. On the ankles are engraved chains that have been painted with gold powder and faded, and the feet are stepping on the rippling sea.
The god statue lowered its head slightly, sitting loosely on the raised eaves of the worship hall, holding an unclearly carved book in both hands, as if reading it carefully, with a hand wrapped around the top of his face and forehead. The twisted Zhujie rope looked like a hemp rope, and a piece of soft and erratic white imperial rice paper passed through the rope, covering His face.
On the rice paper, there are two words written with a brush - [No Wish].
Further forward, there is an incense burner that is slowly rising in the shrine. With the slight wind in the cellar, the rice paper covering the face of the statue and the smoke rising straight from the incense burner are slightly shaking and undulating, a kind of The clear and pleasant sandalwood fragrance overflows.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the wooden carved book in the hands of the statue, and he paused for a moment.
The pages of this book are torn, and they look like the kind of lines that were roughly torn by hand and then glued together.
In Bai Liu's memory, there is a book that fits this texture, and that book is called "The Record of the Slender Ghost's Murder".
When Xieta was sunk in the pond, Bai Liu put the book in Xieta's arms. The book should have drifted away with Xieta...
But now that it appears in the hands of this statue, let's get in touch with the theme of this dungeon...
This idol is very likely to be Scheta. One of the old cult offerings in the game.
Bai Liu took a step forward without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to lift off the imperial guardian rice paper covering the face of the statue.
At the moment when the Mishou rice paper was caressed upwards by Bailiu on the surface of the statue, the picture of waves unloaded by Bailiu and placed on the ground suddenly made a huge sound of waves, and a violent sea breeze blew out from inside, blowing Bailiu's hunting clothes Blowing covered the eyes.
Stormy and violent waves rush out of the painting, instantly sweeping the white willow standing in front of the shrine into the painting.
When the wind and rain subsided, the paintings on the ground were hung on the wall at some point, except for the big boat on the wave map that disappeared at some point, everything returned to its original state, and the sudden strong winds, waves, and rainstorms dissipated without a trace.
There is no one in the room, only the wooden sign of [Mifune White Six] hanging outside the door of the room, and the long sandalwood in the room.
[System prompt: Player Bailiu triggers the main story line (Old Evil God Spirit Sacrifice) collection branch line]
Bai Liu slowly opened his eyes amidst a severe dizziness that shook people to the ground.
In front of his eyes was a pitch-black cabin, and he could vaguely see the silhouettes of people sleeping on the upper and lower bunks, and he could hear the sound of people vomiting from seasickness, as well as the hysterical collapse and crying of some children.
"I'm going back!!!"
"I'm staying in the orphanage! I don't want to come here!!"
"The people who bought me are lunatics who can abuse children! Let me get off the boat!!"
Bai Liu looked at Zibai's hands, which became slimmer and shorter than before. He lowered his head to look at Zibai's figure, and it was not as short as before. Sleeping on this kind of narrow boat bed, his feet were too tight. straighten.
From a rough estimate of his height, he should be only sixteen or seventeen years old now.
Bai Liu moved his body, and he found that his hands and feet were tightly tied together, tied to the foot of the bed on one side of the bed, his body rose and fell violently with the waves, but he couldn't move at all. .
A flash of lightning pierced the night sky, and the light shone into the cabin, Bai Liu finally saw clearly what kind of environment he was in.
Pale-faced children ranging in age from a few to seventeen or eighteen years old slept densely on the narrow beds on the upper, lower, and middle floors of the cabin. These children, like him, were bound together and tied to one side of the bed. , some huddled into a ball and wept softly, some were numb and motionless, and some were seasick and vomiting.
For example, sleeping on a white willow and doing this.
"Ouch—!" The other party has been retching, coughing and wheezing after vomiting, probably because he didn't eat anything, and he didn't spit out anything, but he was so weak that he couldn't stop hearing the voice. up.
"If you get seasick, it's better not to think about escaping again." Bai Liu's voice was light, "You can't escape from here, you can't escape from the sea, no matter where you go in the sea, you can't escape." Boat."
Behind Bai Liu's back, the person who was struggling carefully and vigorously stopped, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "My name is Cang Tai, what's your name?"
"Bai Liu." Bai Liu replied.
The other party was a little surprised: "You are the Bai Liu he mentioned?"
Bai Liu paused: "You know me?"
"It's not like we know each other." Cang Tai hesitated for a moment, "...you are the most famous child here, and everyone in my family has discussed about you."
"My matter?" Bai Liuwei raised slightly, "Did I do anything that you need to discuss in this environment?"
Cangtai paused, hesitated and then whispered: "He said that you killed a child named Xieta in the Charity Orphanage and pushed it into the pond. Is that true?"
Bai Liu was quiet, and when he spoke, his tone completely softened: "As one of the protagonists of this story, am I lucky enough to know the whole story of this story that is being circulated?"
"Did you not kill anyone? Is he talking nonsense?" Cang Tai shrank, moved closer to Bai Liu's ear, and whispered to him, "The version I heard is like this, he I said that you were a very weird child when you were in the Love Orphanage, and you have liked to play with all kinds of weird things since you were young, and you have played with many small animals to death."
Bai Liu retorted: "For example?"
Cang Tai began to recall: "Little cats, little rabbits, little hamsters, etc., they said that you would peel off the skin of the little animals, and then put them on the cutest page in all kinds of fairy tale books. , usually in the page of a fairy tale where everyone is happy."
"When these children open the book and happily see the last page, these bloody animal furs will fall out, scaring those children and screaming and running around the room. Tilting his head and laughing beside him."
Bai Liu paused for a moment, a point in his memory that had been covered up was touched, and a strange yet familiar memory suddenly emerged.
It seems that a long, long time ago, when he was cleaning the library in Scheta, he did talk about playing pranks on other people in the orphanage like this, but in the end, Scheta calmly stopped him.
Scheta looked at him with those silver-blue pupils at that time, and said softly: "You won't do that."
"Why can't I?" Bai Liu glanced sideways and retorted.
Xieta was silent, and said, "Because I have seen Bai Liu who can do this."
"You're not that Bai Liu."
"Is there another Bai Liu in this world besides me?" Bai Liu approached Xieta with interest, "You don't seem to like this Bai Liu very much."
Scheta lowered her eyes: "There is no like or dislike."
"I think he is a natural competitive relationship by design. He is born to chase desires, and he will want to frantically learn from powerful people, things, and even monsters he sees. Amount, converted into money or other valuable things.”
Bai Liu commented: "It sounds like me."
Scheta raised her eyes: "You are different."
"He'll . . . kill me, but you won't."
Bai Liu could only remember the shape of his mouth when Xieta said the middle word, because the outside ball suddenly hit the window, cracking the window and covering Xieta's voice.
When Bai Liu talked again, Xieta looked away, said nothing, and stopped answering him.
Cang Tai continued: "It turns out that what you do is getting more and more extreme. At that time, you were particularly concerned about a child named Xieta in the orphanage. He was also a very strange child. He liked to watch various things quietly by himself Horror drawings of all kinds."
"You will observe him and follow him often, but Scheta seems to basically ignore you, and never care about anything you do."
"Once you went around to the church to look for Scheta, Scheta often read a book alone there, and that day, you stood quietly behind Scheta for a long time, Scheta seemed to be reading some kind of thin... "
Cang Tai suddenly got stuck: "What did he say, it's a very long title..."
Bai Liu added in a calm tone: ""The Memoir of Murder by the Slender Ghost"."
"That's right! That's the name!" Cang Tai continued excitedly and smoothly, "He said that you killed Scheta that night, and brought back a blood-stained copy of "Slender "Ghost Murder Memoir", sitting on the edge of the bed alone, humming a little tune, as if reading this book happily all night, scaring the people next to you."
"Then the person you live with has a brave child, so you just killed Scheta."
When Cang Tai talked about this, he swallowed nervously: "You smiled and looked up at him, with blood all over your face, and said yes, I killed him."
"That kid broke down, why did you kill Scheta? He didn't do anything to hurt you!"
"Then you said—" Cang Tai's voice became trembling, "You said..."
"—[Because I also want to read the book "Slender Ghost Murder Record", so I stood beside Scheta and waited for a long time, waiting for him to turn his head and invite me to join him Let’s read a book together].”
"[It's a pity he didn't, he didn't seem to see me standing behind him waiting for him to turn around]."
"You smiled regretfully, spread your hands and said—【Then there is no way, I have to kill him, and then invite his corpse to show me together.]"
Bei Yuan leaned on Bai Liu's shoulder, controlled his crying, and took two deep breaths: "...I won't delay you, you can go to the Luming Shrine on the mountain to practice dancing after you have a rest." After finishing speaking, Beiyuan knelt on his knees and took two steps back, lowered his head and folded his hands in front of his forehead, and slowly bowed down, his tone trembling slightly: "Bai Liu, if you are the successor of the evil god, if your dance is passed to the evil god, then I implore you, please ask him to choose Xiaokui as a sacrifice this time!" "I still have two more years to go, but Xiaokui's body is almost too late." Bei Yuan's tone was a little choked up, and then he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, bowed to Bai Liu, lifted his clothes at the bottom of his clothes, and took off the sticker on the inside of the door. Notice of the bitter room training, closed the door of the cold room, and walked away in a panic from the back. Bai Liu looked back at the door that Bei Yuan had closed when he left, and his eyes slowly moved to the wave chart that was facing him. Horror games, especially Japanese-style horror games, generally have clues to the narrow interior decorations, especially the innermost room, where the inner wall does not connect with the outer room. Bai Liu got up and reached out to touch the shrine-style ship thrown by the waves on the wave map. His fingertips carefully checked the decorations on the ship inch by inch, and finally landed on the half-covered reverse cross flag on the ship. superior. He tapped this place with his fingertips to stop, then took off the painting, and found the point on the wall that had been marked before. Bai Liu calmly pointed her fingers against the wall and pressed down hard. A depression quickly appeared on the wall, and then the place where the painting was bound on the wall was flipped, from a flat wall to a picture frame-sized, built-in shrine. Placed in the shrine is a mahogany statue with extremely fine carvings. This statue has been around for some time, the mahogany on the knees and shoulders has turned black due to being carefully wiped, and it is dressed in white willow. . The clear and long hem of the hunting clothes hangs down to the slender ankles of the idols, which are randomly overlapped. On the ankles are engraved chains that have been painted with gold powder and faded, and the feet are stepping on the rippling sea. The god statue lowered its head slightly, sitting loosely on the raised eaves of the worship hall, holding an unclearly carved book in both hands, as if reading it carefully, with a hand wrapped around the top of his face and forehead. The twisted Zhujie rope looked like a hemp rope, and a piece of soft and erratic white imperial rice paper passed through the rope, covering His face. On the rice paper, there are two words written with a brush - No Wish. Further forward, there is an incense burner that is slowly rising in the shrine. With the slight wind in the cellar, the rice paper covering the face of the statue and the smoke rising straight from the incense burner are slightly shaking and undulating, a kind of The clear and pleasant sandalwood fragrance overflows. Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the wooden carved book in the hands of the statue, and he paused for a moment. The pages of this book are torn, and they look like the kind of lines that were roughly torn by hand and then glued together. In Bai Liu's memory, there is a book that fits this texture, and that book is called "The Record of the Slender Ghost's Murder". When Xieta was sunk in the pond, Bai Liu put the book in Xieta's arms. The book should have drifted away with Xieta... But now that it appears in the hands of this statue, let's get in touch with the theme of this dungeon... This idol is very likely to be Scheta. One of the old cult offerings in the game. Bai Liu took a step forward without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to lift off the imperial guardian rice paper covering the face of the statue. At the moment when the Mishou rice paper was caressed upwards by Bailiu on the surface of the statue, the picture of waves unloaded by Bailiu and placed on the ground suddenly made a huge sound of waves, and a violent sea breeze blew out from inside, blowing Bailiu's hunting clothes Blowing covered the eyes. Stormy and violent waves rush out of the painting, instantly sweeping the white willow standing in front of the shrine into the painting. When the wind and rain subsided, the paintings on the ground were hung on the wall at some point, except for the big boat on the wave map that disappeared at some point, everything returned to its original state, and the sudden strong winds, waves, and rainstorms dissipated without a trace. There is no one in the room, only the wooden sign of Mifune White Six hanging outside the door of the room, and the long sandalwood in the room. System prompt: Player Bailiu triggers the main story line Old Evil God Spirit Sacrifice collection branch line Bai Liu slowly opened his eyes amidst a severe dizziness that shook people to the ground. In front of his eyes was a pitch-black cabin, and he could vaguely see the silhouettes of people sleeping on the upper and lower bunks, and he could hear the sound of people vomiting from seasickness, as well as the hysterical collapse and crying of some children. "I'm going back!!!" "I'm staying in the orphanage! I don't want to come here!!" "The people who bought me are lunatics who can abuse children! Let me get off the boat!!" Bai Liu looked at Zibai's hands, which became slimmer and shorter than before. He lowered his head to look at Zibai's figure, and it was not as short as before. Sleeping on this kind of narrow boat bed, his feet were too tight. straighten. From a rough estimate of his height, he should be only sixteen or seventeen years old now. Bai Liu moved his body, and he found that his hands and feet were tightly tied together, tied to the foot of the bed on one side of the bed, his body rose and fell violently with the waves, but he couldn't move at all. . A flash of lightning pierced the night sky, and the light shone into the cabin, Bai Liu finally saw clearly what kind of environment he was in. Pale-faced children ranging in age from a few to seventeen or eighteen years old slept densely on the narrow beds on the upper, lower, and middle floors of the cabin. These children, like him, were bound together and tied to one side of the bed. , some huddled into a ball and wept softly, some were numb and motionless, and some were seasick and vomiting. For example, sleeping on a white willow and doing this. "Ouch!" The other party has been retching, coughing and wheezing after vomiting, probably because he didn't eat anything, and he didn't spit out anything, but he was so weak that he couldn't stop hearing the voice. up. "If you get seasick, it's better not to think about escaping again." Bai Liu's voice was light, "You can't escape from here, you can't escape from the sea, no matter where you go in the sea, you can't escape." Boat." Behind Bai Liu's back, the person who was struggling carefully and vigorously stopped, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "My name is Cang Tai, what's your name?" "Bai Liu." Bai Liu replied. The other party was a little surprised: "You are the Bai Liu he mentioned?" Bai Liu paused: "You know me?" "It's not like we know each other." Cang Tai hesitated for a moment, "...you are the most famous child here, and everyone in my family has discussed about you." "My matter?" Bai Liuwei raised slightly, "Did I do anything that you need to discuss in this environment?" Cangtai paused, hesitated and then whispered: "He said that you killed a child named Xieta in the Charity Orphanage and pushed it into the pond. Is that true?" Bai Liu was quiet, and when he spoke, his tone completely softened: "As one of the protagonists of this story, am I lucky enough to know the whole story of this story that is being circulated?" "Did you not kill anyone? Is he talking nonsense?" Cang Tai shrank, moved closer to Bai Liu's ear, and whispered to him, "The version I heard is like this, he I said that you were a very weird child when you were in the Love Orphanage, and you have liked to play with all kinds of weird things since you were young, and you have played with many small animals to death." Bai Liu retorted: "For example?" Cang Tai began to recall: "Little cats, little rabbits, little hamsters, etc., they said that you would peel off the skin of the little animals, and then put them on the cutest page in all kinds of fairy tale books. , usually in the page of a fairy tale where everyone is happy." "When these children open the book and happily see the last page, these bloody animal furs will fall out, scaring those children and screaming and running around the room. Tilting his head and laughing beside him." Bai Liu paused for a moment, a point in his memory that had been covered up was touched, and a strange yet familiar memory suddenly emerged. It seems that a long, long time ago, when he was cleaning the library in Scheta, he did talk about playing pranks on other people in the orphanage like this, but in the end, Scheta calmly stopped him. Scheta looked at him with those silver-blue pupils at that time, and said softly: "You won't do that." "Why can't I?" Bai Liu glanced sideways and retorted. Xieta was silent, and said, "Because I have seen Bai Liu who can do this." "You're not that Bai Liu." "Is there another Bai Liu in this world besides me?" Bai Liu approached Xieta with interest, "You don't seem to like this Bai Liu very much." Scheta lowered her eyes: "There is no like or dislike." "I think he is a natural competitive relationship by design. He is born to chase desires, and he will want to frantically learn from powerful people, things, and even monsters he sees. Amount, converted into money or other valuable things. Bai Liu commented: "It sounds like me." Scheta raised her eyes: "You are different." "He'll . . . kill me, but you won't." Bai Liu could only remember the shape of his mouth when Xieta said the middle word, because the outside ball suddenly hit the window, cracking the window and covering Xieta's voice. When Bai Liu talked again, Xieta looked away, said nothing, and stopped answering him. Cang Tai continued: "It turns out that what you do is getting more and more extreme. At that time, you were particularly concerned about a child named Xieta in the orphanage. He was also a very strange child. He liked to watch various things quietly by himself Horror drawings of all kinds." "You will observe him and follow him often, but Scheta seems to basically ignore you, and never care about anything you do." "Once you went around to the church to look for Scheta, Scheta often read a book alone there, and that day, you stood quietly behind Scheta for a long time, Scheta seemed to be reading some kind of thin... " Cang Tai suddenly got stuck: "What did he say, it's a very long title..." Bai Liu added in a calm tone: ""The Memoir of Murder by the Slender Ghost"." "That's right! That's the name!" Cang Tai continued excitedly and smoothly, "He said that you killed Scheta that night, and brought back a blood-stained copy of "Slender "Ghost Murder Memoir", sitting on the edge of the bed alone, humming a little tune, as if reading this book happily all night, scaring the people next to you." "Then the person you live with has a brave child, so you just killed Scheta." When Cang Tai talked about this, he swallowed nervously: "You smiled and looked up at him, with blood all over your face, and said yes, I killed him." "That kid broke down, why did you kill Scheta? He didn't do anything to hurt you!" "Then you said" Cang Tai's voice became trembling, "You said..." "Because I also want to read the book "Slender Ghost Murder Record", so I stood beside Scheta and waited for a long time, waiting for him to turn his head and invite me to join him Let's read a book together. "It's a pity he didn't, he didn't seem to see me standing behind him waiting for him to turn around." "You smiled regretfully, spread your hands and saidThen there is no way, I have to kill him, and then invite his corpse to show me together."
