Novel Bin Chapter 55
Chapter 55
Chapter 55
The intermittent nursery rhyme grew louder and louder, the creepy and hoarse tune echoing through the house, eerily.
Mo Yi held his breath, his heartbeat seemed to slow down, beating in his eardrums.
The giant mouse lifted its ugly, scarred, pointed face, twitched its wet nose, and sniffed like a human everywhere.
Mo Yi glanced out of the corner of his eye. The other players in the room didn’t dare to make a sound. Some even raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses, for fear that they would accidentally leak sobs or gasps and expose their position.
There was a strong bloody smell in the air, mixed with the dusty smell of the house, it made one feel the acid coming up from one’s stomach.
He saw it opening the mouth on its face, the sharp white teeth exposed in its pointed mouth, the tips of the teeth still dripping with blood and minced meat. It looked particularly terrifying.
–then it made a harsh sound.
It was like crying, or screaming, like the harsh sound of nails scraping on glass, with penetrating sharpness.
The sound of scratching claws came from outside the open house, and within a minute, the other two mice seemed to hear the call of their companion and ran back inside at a very fast speed.
Their appearance was equally terrifying. The bright red flesh that was turned out, marked by crooked needle and thread, the ugly and twisted pointed faces with no eyes, only large mouths dripping with blood.
Mo Yi’s sharp eyes found that in each of their front paws was a pair of eyeballs that were still connected to the optic nerve.
It was mixed with red and white juices, as if it had been dug out directly from the human brain.
Mo Yi felt his stomach churning a bit.
Even after going through two instances, and having a little resistance to this brutal and disgusting picture, the shock of facing this scene was still very big:especially considering that the eyes were still located in people’s eye sockets a few minutes ago.
Of the three mice, the one that came out first was the largest, and it seemed that it was also the leader that gave orders.
It opened its mouth and made a few sharp and short calls, then ran out through the door with the corpse in its mouth.
The other two mice followed in its footsteps.
The three huge and strange bodies quickly disappeared outside the door, and the scratching of their claws gradually faded away.
The vague and intermittent nursery rhyme also seemed to be stuck. The sound became smaller and smaller, more and more distorted. Then eventually it turned into a hoarse sound, like the stutter between gears, before finally stopping completely.
There was no more sound in the room, it was quiet and scary.
The remaining players still stood stiffly in place, not daring to act rashly, until they were sure that the nightmarish claws and shrill screams were completely gone, only then they relaxed.
A player leaned against the wall and slid to the ground softly. His weak legs could hardly support his heavy body and his fearful and pale face was already filled with tears for some time. He was sobbing uncontrollably.
The other players were no better off. They couldn’t see much happiness on each other’s faces after the crisis, instead they felt more of the surging fear and powerlessness.
Just one and a half hours into the game, at least six players have already died.
He knew there were only seventeen players in this instance.
Mo Yi let out a slow breath, and his tense shoulders and neck finally relaxed. The exhaustion and soreness that he had not noticed before swept in like a tide, engulfing his limbs and gnawing at his nerves.
He moved his stiff legs and leaned his back against the crooked wall involuntarily.
The cold and hard touch was transmitted to his mind through his sweat-soaked shirt, causing him to tremble all over, being shaken by the icy feeling.
Mo Yi raised his head subconsciously and looked through the blurry window.
He saw that in the thick darkness, he could see the bright blue countdown shining in the air silently.
—Five and a half hours to go.
No one knew what would happen next.
The suppressed fear of the unknown made almost everyone look desperate.
At this moment, there was the sound of sluggish footsteps outside the door, as if a person with crooked feet was walking with difficulty.
The nerves of everyone were tense again in an instant, holding their breaths, widening their eyes, and looking out of the half-closed wooden door.
Just listening to the “pop” sound of a blood-stained hand slamming on the wooden door loudly, made all the players on the other side of the door jump. Just as everyone’s heart was beating loudly, a bloody figure appeared outside the door.
The man staggered and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.
Someone finally reacted and took a few steps forward to support the man covered in blood. The man finally took a breath, raised his bloody face, and said sporadically:
“The others…everyone else is dead…their eyes are gone…”
Only then did everyone see that the man’s leg was bloody, the huge bite marks ripped through the fabric, and one could even see the bones.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued: “One… wanted to kill me, but when it heard the scream, it ran away, leaving me alive.”
Everyone was silent.
Secretly everyone knew that because of the player’s current injury, no matter how good the doctor and the conditions were, it couldn’t get him to move again. In such a dangerous instance, losing the ability to move was basically the same as being sentenced to death.
This fate… There was basically no difference between staying and not staying alive.
Everyone settled the survivor on a chair that looked stable. The atmosphere in the air became especially solemn for a while, and the mood of everyone became even more depressing.
Standing to the side, Yu Ran said, “Now is not the time to give up. Everyone, continue to look for clues, maybe you can find a way to crack it.”
Most of the players who have survived had experience in the game, and they quickly adjusted their temporarily depressed mentality, forcibly cheered up again, and began to explore everywhere in the room.
Although the layout and appearance of the house were strange, it was not small. The large hall was connected with three rooms and a gloomy and dark corridor, as well as a crooked staircase that stretched from the first floor to the second floor.
The players spread out in pairs and walked towards the surrounding rooms.
No one wanted to take a step closer to the dark and gloomy corridor:after all, those mice came out from there, who knew if there would be any terrifying creatures hidden in the darkness waiting for an opportunity.
Mo Yi stood there thinking for a few seconds, and walked towards the corridor without changing his expression.
“…Mo Yi.”
Just as he was about to walk in, a female voice stopped him from behind.
Mo Yi was stunned and turned his head.
Hw saw Yu Ran standing not far away, frowning and looking at him: “You want to… go in?”
She raised her chin towards the ominous corridor, her slender and beautiful brows furrowed even tighter: “Alone?”
Mo Yi subconsciously glanced at the Mist beside him, then he realized in hindsight that no one else could see him except himself. He couldn’t help frowning in annoyance.
It seemed a bit too conspicuous to act alone.
But it had already come to this point, and he was riding a tiger.
Mo Yi shrugged, and a helpless expression appeared on his face naturally: “Because no one wants to go in except me. After all, I can’t force others to accompany me in danger.”
Yu Ran pursed her lips and seemed to accept his explanation, but said to him a little solemnly:
“Then be careful.”
Mo Yi’s brows eased slightly, he nodded at Yu Ran, turned and walked into the corridor.
The corridor was extremely gloomy, and darkness enveloped every corner inside, making it look like an abyss.
The uneven wooden floor beneath his feet made an unpleasant creaking sound, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and the turbid air made one almost suffocate.
Mo Yi turned on the flashlight and walked in slowly.
Under the pale beam of the flashlight, the floor could be seen covered in bloody scratches and paw prints, as well as dripping blood.
The entire corridor was very narrow, like a curved pipe, and the gap between the walls gave the illusion of suffocation. There was no room in the entire space, and only a faint light at the end of the corridor.
The paw prints under his feet extended into the room at the end.
The three mice apparently sprang from there.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, tightened his hand on the flashlight, and walked towards the end of the corridor.
After walking into it, he couldn’t help being taken aback by the spaciousness of the room.
Under the extremely high ceiling, dim kerosene lamps were burning, and the tall tables and counters were much larger than normal, barely standing in place crookedly.
Mo Yi took a few steps in and looked at the room carefully.
This should be a kitchen.
There were black iron pots and kitchen utensils on the tall stove, as well as dirty cutlery and dishes piled on the table indiscriminately.
On the end of the table, there was a dirty, blood-stained cutting board. A huge rusty kitchen knife was deeply embedded in it.
Where the kitchen knife and the cutting board were connected, blood was slowly sliding down the board, leaving a dark, dark red trace.
As Mo Yi stepped forward he saw a bright red tail on the cutting board.
The kitchen knife was embedded where the tail was cut.
The strange tune of the nursery rhyme seemed to be still in his ears: [They all ran after the farmer’s wife. She cut off their tails with a carving knife.]
Mo Yi pursed his lips, but out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of something that seemed to be nailed to the wall opposite the cutting board.
He pulled over the low stool beside him, stood on it, and leaned out half of his body to look at it.
It was a dirty, yellowed note. It seemed to be a recipe that was nailed into the wall in front of the cutting board. It was covered with oil stains and a few dried bloody handprints. With a few lines it was written crookedly:
“What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
and puppy-dogs’ tails.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
and all that’s nice.”
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his already pale face became more and more bloodless.
He stood silently for a few seconds, his dark eyes flashing thoughtfully, then he jumped out of the unsteady chair.
The Mist stood by his side, reaching out to help him a little.
Mo Yi gave him an absent-minded smile and said in a low voice, “Thank you.”
Before he could say anything else, Mo Yi suddenly realized that the bright red paw prints and scratches on the ground had completely disappeared.
He was stunned for a moment, then walked to the entrance of the corridor, turned on the flashlight and looked in.
Clean on uneven ground.
Mo Yi’s pace quickened. He walked quickly across the corridor and into the hall, his eyes fixed on the door.
The ground where a massacre took place had no trace of blood at this moment. Like the earth outside the door, the traces of murder have been completely wiped out.
As if it was thirsty in this twisted room.