Chapter 10 Chapter 8 The Curse of Fairy Tales

"So your vampire conspiracy theory is now off the table." I scratched my nose. "Mrs. Roger, she must be a banshee." Regia insisted on her point of view, she turned the pages of the book, "You see, in the story of "Nyxe", she did die in the well. She wanted to kill a child imprisoned by herself, but was That alert boy was killed." "Leaving aside the topic of the story, in short, even if that Mrs. Roger is a monster, she is only a known dead monster now. Dead things are not worth discussing. By the way. Andrew, today, No, it should have been yesterday, and the lawyer who handed over your uncle's belongings to you also died. What's his name?"

I recounted the news I had heard. "Kress." "Yes, it's Klaus. He was killed by his wife. He died a terrible death, and his whole family died." I try to calm myself down. "Klaus's wife seemed infertile, so they adopted two children years ago. Yesterday evening, the wife got a juniper tree to plant in the garden. That very night, his wife killed Two children, one was buried under a juniper book, and the other was boiled into soup for her husband. In the end, his wife was hanged in the kitchen. Klaus vomited desperately, trying to vomit the contents of his stomach, but he vomited It was so severe that he vomited out all his internal organs."

Andrew, who was drinking water, suddenly spit out all the water in his mouth in disgust. "I have read this story." Regia immediately turned to one of the pages of the tree, "Look, this story is called "The Juniper Tree". children." "The ex-wife left a child but died in childbirth, so the master married another wife, and the stepmother also wanted to have a child of her own, so she killed the previous child, buried half of it under the juniper tree as a sacrifice, and half cooked soup It was eaten by the host and the corpse was wiped out. The host who didn't know it still praised the deliciousness of the soup, and even said it was delicious."

I listened to her narration, and gradually fell silent. After a long time, I slowly said: "Let's look at this issue from another angle." "Like this book." I took the book over and thought for a moment, "Actually, the cause of everything, even the connection between all the strange deaths, is not in Mrs. Roger. Perhaps it is this book, which makes more sense." I took out a piece of white paper and wrote down the names of all the people who died on the white paper in order, "Just imagine, why is there an order in the death of these people? People who die first are more dead than people who die later What did some people do more or less? Why did they die first?"

"And why do some people kill their wives and children, and some people are killed by their wives and children, and some people kill themselves, or are killed by gangsters on the road?" "If a list of the order in which this book was acquired is established, everything will make sense." While underlining everyone's name, I explained my thoughts, although I felt a little unbelievable in that temporary flash of thought, "The first person to die was Doctor Blank, and the book was on him It is also the first appearance of this black cowhide cover." "As far as I know, it should be so."

Regia nodded, she didn't understand what I was trying to argue. "It was Officer Dray. He and Dr. Blank's nurse, Ms. Crane, went to Mrs. Roger's house and found the body in the cellar." Regia understood what I meant, and he couldn't believe it, "But it doesn't make sense at all. Usually, the police do the search, and it's impossible for Ms. Crane to come into contact with this book before Officer Drey. Lei Mingming died long after Kelan." "Actually, this can be explained." I tapped the table with my hand, "After the police confirm the body, they will file the relic, and then find someone who is familiar with the deceased to identify the relic. In Amber Town, I am afraid that only Ms. Crane knows what happened to Blank best, and the police also I can only find her, so Kelan must have flipped through and read that book."

"You mean, anyone who has flipped through or read this book will become insane, as if cursed, as if it is the same as a certain plot in the book?" Regia almost cried out in surprise, "This is incredible, it's impossible!" "You can believe that Mrs. Roger is a vampire, why can't you believe that books can curse people? Besides, Mrs. Roger is dead, and it is impossible to treat her as a murderer. She died a week ago, and everyone after that The death case in this case must have nothing to do with her. So now, there is only one possibility left." I poured a glass of water and handed it to Regia who was shaking all over her body, "If my theory is followed, everything can be explained clearly. Look, the third person who died was a forty-something from the police archives department. An unmarried old woman. She manages the evidence involved in the case and the relics of the deceased, and she probably took the book out to read when she was bored on the night shift."

"And the fourth victim is Drey. He must have read this black book. After all, researching evidence is the most important part of criminal investigation." "As for the fifth one, while waiting for Andrew, this book has always been in his hands." "Whether he read it or not I don't know, but come to think of it, he took the book home, and unfortunately, his wife probably saw it, and flipped through it as a bedtime story for his family. Listen, two children." I raised my head and asked suddenly: "By the way, as far as I know, the bodies of the two children were pieced together and tested, and the results came out. Their deaths had nothing to do with their mother, but they were sitting opposite each other." In this case, they stab each other in the heart with sharp knives and die. Is there such a situation in the book?"

"Yes, of course." Regia whispered. "It is mentioned in the story "The Butcher's House" that in a butcher's house, a child saw his father killing a pig, so while playing games, he regarded his brother as a pig and stabbed his brother's throat with a knife. Lai was very angry when he saw this scene, so he pulled out the knife, stabbed his brother in the heart, and then hanged himself.” "So far, the last victim is probably me!" Regia didn't dare to turn the pages of the book at this time, she threw the weird horror fairy tale far away, "My father killed my mother, and then prepared to kill me, just like the story "The Daughter of the Holts" The father killed his delicate mother, fearing that his poor daughter would not be taken care of, so he wanted to kill his daughter and then commit suicide."

After listening to a series of conversations between the two of us, Andrew was even more frightened. He read the book "If anyone who climbs over a tree dies, will we be cursed?" "I don't know, because this curse is just my guess. Whether the reason for being cursed is to open the book or finish it, I don't know at all." I said softly: "However, one thing is certain, many of the previous deceased must not have the time and energy to read this fairy tale through. Therefore, I am more inclined to read a part of the book, and the curse will meet the conditions of attachment. "

"Whether he reads it all or part of it, no matter what, I'm already cursed." Regia laughed to herself. "You're alright, the curse has passed, eh, and no one died." Andrew was crying, "We are miserable. We have opened and read the book, and we must be cursed. How will I die? Damn, I have never kissed a beautiful woman, and I was cursed to death inexplicably. It is so depressing." He looked up at Regia, "Why don't you just let me kiss you, so that I can die peacefully." "Go away, say that disgusting thing again, be careful I will castrate you." Regia glared at him viciously, and Andrew immediately tightened his neck in fright. "no kidding." I grimaced, "Regia, I'm afraid your business is not over yet." "How come? Didn't I already encounter the same plot as in the book?" she asked fearfully. "No, that can't be your experience, but your father's." I slowly said, "Didn't your father tell you that after reading this book, he realized that you would be taken away by his ex-wife, so he killed her and wanted to kill you? That is to say, He is the real sixth victim and the sixth person who came into contact with the fairy tale book. And you are the seventh one!" "Me! Will I still encounter a horrible time?" Regia's face was pale, she hugged her head, and growled in pain: "No! I don't want it, it's enough to encounter that kind of thing once. If I encounter it again, I will really die!" "Don't be afraid, with us here, I will find a way. After all, this is also related to our own lives." I comforted him and patted her back gently. "If the curse is to kill people in a direct way, then the eighth victim will be Andrew, and the last one will be me." "From the existing information, the curse makes people have mental problems. Most of the mental problems affect themselves, but sometimes they also affect the people around them. Therefore, the three of us should not be separated, and we must monitor each other. other side." "If there is a problem, try to take action to protect yourself first, such as knocking the other party out, or knocking yourself out if there is a way. It is best not to hurt the other party's life until we find a way to break the curse." "Is this method useful?" Andrew was skeptical. "It should be the best way under the current situation." Regia thought for a while, and came to a conclusion, "At first glance, this method is very problematic, but it has a deeper meaning. The original purpose of the curse is to kill the cursed person. Since it can knock the opponent unconscious without harming , which means that I still have reason, and I am not completely controlled by the curse." "And monitoring each other is also to find out whether the sequence of curses is absolute, and whether they will go around to find the next victim after failing to kill the previous victim, right, Mr. Ye Buyu?" "Not bad." I glanced at her appreciatively, then glanced at Andrew again, "I'm also a member of the Mensa Association, but why is there such a big difference from someone else?" Andrew opened his mouth to defend, but finally gave up.At the juncture of life and death, he admitted that his IQ was indeed somewhat insufficient.The guy looked at the black silk lying far away on the floor and asked through gritted teeth: "If you burn it, will the curse disappear?" "Unable to judge." I shook my head: "There are two possibilities. One is that the curse is attached to it, and when the book is destroyed, the curse disappears; the second possibility is that the curse operates in a way that we don't know, and the book is just There is only a certain connection. When the book is burned, the curse will immediately appear as if it were magnified by a microscope, not only will it happen immediately, but it will also be many times stronger." I took out a lighter and handed it to him, "Why don't you try it?" "don't want." Andrew put his hands behind his back tightly in horror, "I dare not bet my life." "It seems that you still have a brain." I tossed the lighter up and down and put it back in my pocket. Regia looked gloomy, "I really want to see what horrible fairy tales will happen to me. Sigh, I never thought that fairy tales would be so scary when I was young!" "Originally based on folk materials, there are many parts of this kind of story that are very unsuitable for children to read, so they have been deleted in versions after the first edition." "However, despite the cuts and edits, the later versions are still full of cruel scenes. This is closely related to the historical environment in Germany. After all, in the era of the Brothers Grimm, such cruel plots were accepted by society." I said calmly, but my heart was very tangled. I didn't expect that if I went out to relax, my life would be in danger, and my own life was really a headache for me. "Tch, it's ridiculous that I used to be envious when I watched "Cinderella". I always felt that I would be saved by the prince." Regia sighed: "I used to think that Cinderella's sisters cut off their toes or heels in order to wear glass shoes because they loved the prince, but now I realize that what they love is the prince's power and power. wealth." "And Cinderella is probably not a good thing. If she doesn't love vanity, why is she going to the ball? Her sisters are the most pitiful. They lost their toes and heels. After being humiliated, they are the ones who hurt themselves. .” "Okay, don't think too much about it." I spread a blanket on the floor, "Andrew, come and sleep on the floor." "Why! How uncomfortable the ground is, I want to sleep on a soft bed!" Andrew protested. "I told you, from now on, the three of us will be together, and we can't let anyone out of sight." I knocked him hard on the head, "This room is only this big, and the bed is reserved for the only woman. The sofa is mine, so where do you sleep on the floor?" When Regia heard what I said, she lowered her brows and looked at Andrew with a threatening gaze. Under that gaze, Andrew felt that he was becoming smaller and smaller, and raised his hand in fear: "I want to sleep in bed, but Regia will definitely kill me. Well, I surrender, I sleep Is it underground?" I lay down on the sofa and looked at my watch, it was already past five in the morning.After a whole night of trouble, although I was tired, my head was still clear.Even though there was no sense of reality, I could still analyze how close the danger was to the three of us.What is the reason for the curse? I took that book casually, and I stroked its black cowhide cover, observing for a long time without getting any clues.Sighing, I never had the courage to open the book again, so I gave up. Outside the window, the sky is almost white.Tired, I waved away my troubles, couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep with a book in my arms. After waking up, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky, Regia was no longer on the bed, and Andrew was still lying on the ground, sleeping soundly. I was a little surprised. Could it be that something unexpected happened to her?The curtains in the guest room were drawn, looking out of the window, there was a small park across the street, a girl was sitting on a bench, staring at the people coming and going in a daze, she was Regia. After rinsing my mouth indiscriminately, taking a handful of water to wash my face, I ran downstairs. "The one who told you to stay with us, why did you run so far without making a sound?" I scolded and handed her a piece of cream cake I just bought. "I'm losing weight." She looked at the white cream and waved her hand. I laughed, "My life is almost gone, why lose weight?" "That's right, I don't know how long I can live, so I'd better be a hungry ghost." She thought about it, then took the cake and ate it happily. "This small town is very quiet." I sat next to her and watched the passers-by passing by at a leisurely pace. "People are really strange creatures. I used to think that death was nothing special, and I even looked forward to its coming many times." Regia laughed at herself and said, "But when it appeared, I started to panic again. The desire to live became stronger." "I really don't want to die!" She looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath. "Mr. Ye Buyu, will you protect me?" "Well, of course." I nod. "I knew you were a good man." She smiled sweetly, and gently leaned her head on my shoulder, "Since my mother abandoned me and my father left, I have been a little autistic, and I know that I don't have any friends now. Maybe Andrew doesn't know, he is My first friend. And you are my second, best and most trusted friend." "It's my honor." "Mr. Yebuyu, can I call you Aye? Just like Andrew?" "Can." "Thank you. Ah, Ah Ye!" Regia's pretty face turned red, and she shyly called my nickname, "Aye, Aye." "Okay, it's almost like a romance novel." She kept calling my nickname, which made me feel embarrassed. "Hehe, sorry, it's nice to have friends." Regia's tears flowed down, he wiped them hard, leaned on my shoulder, and closed his eyes, "It's all like a dream now, cursing or something, it's unbelievable." "I don't really believe in curses. After all, so-called curses are superstitious." I scratch my head. "Then you still categorically say that the book is cursed." "There is indeed a curse in that book, but the curse I said, which is closer to the spiritual level, can be explained by science." I said lightly. "In fact, human obsession itself is similar to the existence of a curse. It is said that after a person dies, his soul will be attached to the work that he spent the most time and effort in his lifetime. Therefore, ancient humans believed that artworks have souls. Worth is also the meaning that the soul of the artist has entered the artwork." "From the perspective of the law of conservation of matter, spiritual power is also a kind of substance, which can be transferred from one thing to another. When dead objects are attached to spiritual power full of obsession, this is the original face of the curse .” "You mean, the Brothers Grimm put a lot of effort into this manuscript during their lifetime, so their souls entered this book? But, why did they both curse the people who read this manuscript after they died? " Regia asked suspiciously. "I don't now agree that this black cover is an authentic manuscript by the Brothers Grimm." I sigh. "Then who wrote this book? What is his purpose? Why is his obsession attached to the book?" Regia asked in surprise. "I haven't figured it out yet." I shook my head, "But one thing is for sure, that person put a lot of effort into this book. In this world, successful people are a little crazy, and there is something that makes people crazy, and that is religion. " Regia became puzzled, "What kind of relationship does this book have with religion?" "The police said that when they found more than a dozen corpses in the cellar of Mrs. Roger's house, all of them had been sucked out of blood. The newly deceased Doctor Blank even had traces of being used as a sacrifice." I licked my tongue, "From what I have so far, there is probably only one item that was sacrificed, and that is this book." Regia couldn't agree with my judgment, "It's a curse again, there is a sacred object of a certain religion, it just messed up my mind." "Yeah. This series of weird things is indeed a bit complicated." I sighed again, "Anyway, protecting your own life is the most important thing. I asked someone to check the details of Mrs. Roger, hoping to get some clues." "correct." Regia suddenly looked at me without blinking, as if looking at something strange, "How did you know that Mrs. Roger's body was found? Also, the news that the lawyer's family was killed is also clear. It’s as if you saw it with your own eyes, and you can even tell the details. Besides what the students think, what identity do you have?” She remembered something again, "Speaking of which, when you ran home to save me, I thought I saw you take out a gun from your pocket." "You are so observant. I thought these details would not be suspected." I smiled wryly. "Idiot, do you think everyone in the world is as dull as Andrew?" Regia stared at her with a cute look who would not give up until she gave her an answer. "actually," My mysterious low voice: "I'm a killer." "Fart, with your body, I don't believe it." She scoffed at my excuses. "Okay, let me tell the truth. In recent years, I have worked in a well-known detective agency, so I can borrow some resources from the detective agency. Here, I will give you a business card." I took out a business card and gave it to her. She looked at the business card suspiciously, "The head office is in Canada, why are you studying in Germany?" "I like Germany. The school I go to has the best folklore learning resources. Well, don't interrogate me as a prisoner. I haven't asked or interfered with your past affairs." I got a little impatient. Regia was choked by my words; uh, after thinking about it, she seemed to think that I never asked to know about her past, so she wisely didn't ask any more. "What should we do going forward?" She plucked a leaf from the tree, "Waiting for the curse to come and wait to die? I feel depressed now, like a fly stinging on glass. There is light but no future." "Find out the source and author of that book, and you will be able to find the source of the curse." I said firmly. "But that book seems to have nothing but four words written on the cover." Regia said in distress. "If it's really not the Brothers Grimm's manuscript, it's not easy to find out the source. Maybe we'll all be dead by then." "There is always a way. I don't believe there is no airtight wall. I heard you mentioned several stories in the book last night, which are not available in today's books. This point is very worth exploring." I rest my chin. "So I think the one with the black cover should be the original edition." Regia judged. "I've seen the first edition in the library of some of the stories you mentioned that I've never heard of, so it must have been written by another author." "I looked at the cover of the book carefully last night. The black cowhide has not obvious signs of wear. It is very likely that it is a high-end counterfeit. I want to use it as various types of manuscripts to make a fortune." "My God, it's getting more and more complicated." Regia clutched her head and was about to say something when suddenly a car seemed to lose control and slammed into the bench where the two of us were sitting. "Be careful!" I quickly pulled her to jump to the right, and dodged at the imminent moment. The bench was hit by the car, and the out-of-control car was still moving forward, and finally hit a big tree.The hood of the car was tilted up, and there were puffs of smoke from inside. Sitting in the car seemed to be a couple, the airbag had already been activated, and the husband in the driver's seat wanted to unbuckle his seat belt and open the door to get out. "Run, run!" I shouted hastily. "But those two are in danger." Regia pointed at the car and said. "The car is about to explode!" I dragged her to hide behind the nearest big tree. The fuel tank of the wrecked car had probably been ruptured, and a large amount of gasoline was gushing out, and the strong smell of gasoline volatilized was everywhere around. Just as we were hiding behind a tree, the car exploded. As soon as the husband got out of the car, before he could get to the passenger seat to drag his wife out, the car exploded violently, and the parts of the car disintegrated instantly.Nonsense, he was thrown high into the air by the rapidly expanding airflow. Regia screamed, and saw the man's body stuck into the tree trunk above her head, and blood flowed down the branches.There was a huge wound hanging out of his stomach, and his intestines were fished down like a rope. It was extremely terrifying, and it seemed that he was dead and couldn't die anymore. "In a fairy tale called "Stone Flower" in that book, the protagonist often abuses her sister viciously. She was suddenly hit by a speeding carriage and her intestines flowed out." Regia murmured in panic. I stared at the dead body of the man hanging high, my mind was confused. "A Ye, is what happened just now a curse? The death of that man should have been my end, right?" She asked anxiously: "I haven't died, does that mean that the curse will leave me?" "Who knows, I hope so. If that's the case, you only need to avoid the curse once, and you won't be in trouble again. What a wonderful thing!" I didn't comment, I heard the sound of an ambulance, and I hurriedly pulled her into the hotel. "However, instead of guessing wildly, it's better to truly hold your destiny in your own hands. Don't worry about it. I'm going to go back and read that book carefully, maybe I can find some clues." Regia's originally excited brain immediately calmed down, she held my arm tightly and hugged her tightly, wishing she could embed my right hand into her body. "As expected, I am more and more afraid of death." She looked up at me and smiled bitterly.