Chapter 8 Chapter 6 Approach
Has the plague really disappeared? ?
Under the bewilderment of the DCUI personnel pretending to be DCP, the people in the town started their normal lives again. Seeing that DCUI did not draw any conclusions, he naturally took the credit for eliminating the plague on himself, and left amid the sound of farewell from the people in the town.
In this plague, the miraculous death toll was zero.
I don't know the circumstances of this plague, which is not a plague, and I don't really want to know.Because you know it's a curse, why bother to care about the appearance of the cursed person.What matters is that the curse appears to have been lifted.
A week later, I got the relevant people together and told them a story that I had summarized from the materials from Jones' investigation, some information I knew, and imagination.
Yes, that's just a story.There's nothing substantial to prove its authenticity, just a handful of messy bits and pieces.And the only object that can be proved has disappeared in the fire I deliberately caused.
This story happened more than 100 years ago, and it starts with a poor puppet minister.The puppeteer spent several years making a very delicate puppet, a puppet named Qian'er.The puppet can keep saying 'I love you' to him when it is wound up.But what he didn't know was that this work he had painstakingly created gradually had its own soul under his painstaking carving knife.It is this soul that has caused everything we experience now.
The puppet minister decided to participate in a puppet show held by a rich man in poverty.When he participated, he stated that he would never sell the puppet.Because she was already more important than her own life.But what he didn't expect was that the rich man took a fancy to his puppet.
At the end of the puppet show, the puppet minister received a handsome bonus.But he can no longer get his puppet...
The poor puppet minister stayed at home restlessly, and finally decided to go to the rich man's mansion.Whether it's persuasion or begging like a dog, he doesn't care...he doesn't care.He just wanted to get back his puppet, the puppet that was more important than his own life.
But as fate would have it, this has never been possible.
After the rich man brought the beautiful puppet home, he played with it every day.But no matter how full he was on the clockwork, the puppet never hummed, and the sweet and beautiful sound like that on the booth never came out of her body again.
Finally one day, the rich man got angry. He threw the puppet to the ground, and cut the puppet's face cruelly with a knife.And this scene happened to be seen by the puppet minister who had just walked in.Seeing the puppet that was more important than his own life being trampled on, he rushed forward frantically and punched the rich man in the face.
"Kill him! Kill him!" The rich man's bodyguards immediately grabbed the puppet minister and dragged him out of the door.The rich man's furious roar continued to be heard behind him.
The puppet minister was really beaten to death.The puppet's soul took all this into its eyes deeply, never letting go of any detail, and her beautiful face became hideous.
At that moment, the devil was born...
The puppet turned into a devil somehow frightened the rich man to death and took revenge on his family.So the rich man's family invited some psychics to deal with her, and those psychics built a church on top of the original mansion.Because he didn't know who the puppets were, he sealed all the puppets in the sarcophagus in the church morgue.
More than 100 years passed quickly.Just three years ago the Kobanis were preparing to set themselves on fire in that church and came across the puppets and took some of them out of the morgue.And one of them is her!
After the fire was over, she was not burned down by a strange coincidence.So the endless waiting began again... The hatred of the puppet has not dissipated a little after more than a hundred years of baptism.Two years later, when sister Xiaojie, who didn't know it, went to church to pray again, she accidentally found this puppet, and her body was controlled by her hatred.
The kind-hearted sister Xiaojie is afraid of doing wrong things driven by this kind of hatred.So she chose death.
"But why did the puppet return to that church?" Shiya asked strangely.
I sighed: "Maybe it's God's arrangement. According to Yao Jia, after Uncle Yao moved, he buried sister Xiaojie's belongings in a nearby church. What's more, the place where the puppet was buried happens to be Ah Not the center of the Exorcism Formation of Kolus. With the opening of the Exorcism Formation, she absorbed the power of more than 4,000 innocent souls, and she thought that the time had come, so she launched her own revenge."
"But why did she want to take revenge on the whole town?" Shiya asked again.
I smiled and explained: "According to the information Jones found, the rich man had many women, and countless people gave birth to him. After 100 years of integration, almost 70% of the town Everyone has his blood."
"It's a good thing you burned down that church completely, otherwise I really don't know how to solve the curse." Shi Ya approached me and whispered.
"Burn what??!" Jame asked in bewilderment.I immediately laughed and covered it up: "It's nothing...that's a secret between Shiya and me."
secret?Haha, it is indeed a secret.And this secret I will never tell anyone in my life.I believe that Shiya will not either.
However, everything is finally over...
Everyone sat quietly, trying to digest the information I provided.After a long time, Mark asked hesitantly: "Although I don't quite understand the facts you said, there is one thing I think everyone is eager to confirm. Is the curse that the exorcism array brought us over? Now we don't have to die?"
"That's right." I nodded, "I have already destroyed that puppet, and the curse should no longer exist."
Immediately, many people let out a long breath, and their hanging hearts were finally relieved.
Jame laughed and stood up, and said to me: "Now that everything is settled, I must be Xiao Ye's tour guide and take you around. Just thank you for helping us."
"I wish I could, to tell you the truth, I have been in America for several weeks, and I really haven't had a good time!" I readily agreed.
night, midnight.The dim moonlight shone dimly on the earth, but there was an indescribable eerieness about it.I don't know when, the sky began to fall in fog, and the thick fog filled the whole town. Jones tossed from side to side on the bed, struggling to fall asleep.He simply sat up, wanting to drink a glass of water in the living room.Suddenly something hit the bedroom window, and there was a slight 'snap'. "Who is it?" he called, pulling aside the curtains and looking out.The night was dark, and nothing could be seen outside the hazy window. "What the hell weather, there's still so much fog in summer!" Jone scratched his head and muttered softly.At this moment, the phone beside the bed rang abruptly. Jones was taken aback, and then angrily picked up the phone and shouted: "Who, it's scary to come so late?" There was no sound on the other side of the phone.No sound at all.No noise, no teasing hey, not even the breathing of the caller.There is just deathly silence. Jones felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and his heart started beating violently without any warning.He found that he was locked in an absolutely soundproof chamber, except for his own heartbeat and his own pulse, all sounds disappeared.Pain, irritability, restlessness, all kinds of emotions appeared in the brain like lightning, and then the inexplicable fear began. "Who? Who? Jame? God, please stop joking!" Jones yelled into the microphone, but there was still no sound from the other end of the phone.He had no choice but to stand there holding the microphone, not moving.It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that every muscle in his body seemed to be frozen by this silence. Jones couldn't move, just stood still. After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally came from the phone.But it turned out to be a sharp 'beep' sound after disconnection. As if suddenly released by some force, Jones lost his balance and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What's going on?" Jones took a deep breath and looked around.I don't know when, the atmosphere in the entire bedroom has changed, and it has become depressing.No, it's weird to be precise!Whether it is inside or outside the house, it seems very quiet, and the quietness makes people feel irritable.What's the matter, there is not even the slightest sound of insects on a summer night? Jones stood up resolutely and fumbled for the light switch. He needed a little light to suppress the fear in his heart.Suddenly, a burst of music came from the cabinet. Jones was taken aback again, he turned around reflexively, and saw that it was his music box that turned itself around for some reason.No wonder the music is so familiar. "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's not the first time this old antique rings by itself." Jones thumped his heart hard, and continued to walk towards the light switch. Just when his hand was about to touch the switch, all his movements stopped at that moment. abruptly stopped. Jones trembled with fear.Because just now he suddenly remembered that the spring of that music box had broken more than a year ago, and last week he took out the spring inside on a whim and planned to buy a new one to replace it.How can a music box that has no wind-up still make a sound? Jones' breathing became more and more rapid, he shuddered and flicked the light switch.Light, not on.Instead there was a bang.The curtain in front of him was pulled open by an invisible force with a 'snap'.The moonlight pierced through the thick fog and shot into the window. The light was not as white or golden as the moonlight in the past, but a crimson red like blood. In that crimson light that made people crazy, a figure stood quietly in front of the window. Jones suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.The shadow cast inside the window began to move restlessly, but the owner of the shadow outside the window was still standing quietly, not moving at all.Only shadows move. The fear keeps rising geometrically.The longer and longer shadow twisted and stretched towards him in disgusting curves. Jones wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't move at all.Only the eyeballs can move. The beating of the heart became more violent, not just because of fear, but more like the heart suddenly had its own will, wanting to jump out of this master. Jone opened his mouth wide and watched weakly as the thick black shadow approached and devoured him, but he couldn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.He felt that his brain's ability to bear had reached its limit, so he fell down.Despair, endless despair filled all consciousness. Unwillingly, Jones slowly stretched his right hand under the bed, trying to write something with his index finger. Finally, his whole body twitched violently, and he couldn't move anymore.
night, midnight.The dim moonlight shone dimly on the earth, but there was an indescribable eerieness about it.I don't know when, the sky began to fall in fog, and the thick fog filled the whole town. Jones tossed from side to side on the bed, struggling to fall asleep.He simply sat up, wanting to drink a glass of water in the living room.Suddenly something hit the bedroom window, and there was a slight 'snap'. "Who is it?" he called, pulling aside the curtains and looking out.The night was dark, and nothing could be seen outside the hazy window. "What the hell weather, there's still so much fog in summer!" Jone scratched his head and muttered softly.At this moment, the phone beside the bed rang abruptly. Jones was taken aback, and then angrily picked up the phone and shouted: "Who, it's scary to come so late?" There was no sound on the other side of the phone.No sound at all.No noise, no teasing hey, not even the breathing of the caller.There is just deathly silence. Jones felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and his heart started beating violently without any warning.He found that he was locked in an absolutely soundproof chamber, except for his own heartbeat and his own pulse, all sounds disappeared.Pain, irritability, restlessness, all kinds of emotions appeared in the brain like lightning, and then the inexplicable fear began. "Who? Who? Jame? God, please stop joking!" Jones yelled into the microphone, but there was still no sound from the other end of the phone.He had no choice but to stand there holding the microphone, not moving.It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that every muscle in his body seemed to be frozen by this silence. Jones couldn't move, just stood still. After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally came from the phone.But it turned out to be a sharp 'beep' sound after disconnection. As if suddenly released by some force, Jones lost his balance and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What's going on?" Jones took a deep breath and looked around.I don't know when, the atmosphere in the entire bedroom has changed, and it has become depressing.No, it's weird to be precise!Whether it is inside or outside the house, it seems very quiet, and the quietness makes people feel irritable.What's the matter, there is not even the slightest sound of insects on a summer night? Jones stood up resolutely and fumbled for the light switch. He needed a little light to suppress the fear in his heart.Suddenly, a burst of music came from the cabinet. Jones was taken aback again, he turned around reflexively, and saw that it was his music box that turned itself around for some reason.No wonder the music is so familiar. "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's not the first time this old antique rings by itself." Jones thumped his heart hard, and continued to walk towards the light switch. Just when his hand was about to touch the switch, all his movements stopped at that moment. abruptly stopped. Jones trembled with fear.Because just now he suddenly remembered that the spring of that music box had broken more than a year ago, and last week he took out the spring inside on a whim and planned to buy a new one to replace it.How can a music box that has no wind-up still make a sound? Jones' breathing became more and more rapid, he shuddered and flicked the light switch.Light, not on.Instead there was a bang.The curtain in front of him was pulled open by an invisible force with a 'snap'.The moonlight pierced through the thick fog and shot into the window. The light was not as white or golden as the moonlight in the past, but a crimson red like blood. In that crimson light that made people crazy, a figure stood quietly in front of the window. Jones suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.The shadow cast inside the window began to move restlessly, but the owner of the shadow outside the window was still standing quietly, not moving at all.Only shadows move. The fear keeps rising geometrically.The longer and longer shadow twisted and stretched towards him in disgusting curves. Jones wanted to avoid it, but found that he couldn't move at all.Only the eyeballs can move. The beating of the heart became more violent, not just because of fear, but more like the heart suddenly had its own will, wanting to jump out of this master. Jone opened his mouth wide and watched weakly as the thick black shadow approached and devoured him, but he couldn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.He felt that his brain's ability to bear had reached its limit, so he fell down.Despair, endless despair filled all consciousness. Unwillingly, Jones slowly stretched his right hand under the bed, trying to write something with his index finger. Finally, his whole body twitched violently, and he couldn't move anymore.