I put the key in the lock and held my breath, I thought there should be no danger in the house because the statue was no longer there and it was daytime.

Lamia was fully armed, with a sword and a rifle hanging from her waist, and I wanted to tell her that Excalibur bullets might not work, but she said, "I'm still safe with my gun." ”

When I opened the door, I looked left and right, and there was not a single ghost in the room, and there was even some sunlight shining from nowhere. But this detail is suspicious, because there are no external windows in the house.

I let out a long sigh of relief, and the sight in front of me was reassuring – walk in, take down the painting, look for any clues, and then turn around and walk away, and it would be done in an hour at most, simple, crisp, and clear.

Lamia took the gun, and was on guard, and said, "I'll cover you, be careful." ”

I laughed and said, "My dear, you're making too much of a fuss, this is my third time here, and I can tell you unmistakably that all the dangers here have been broken by me, just take down this mad portrait....."

As soon as my fingers touched the portrait, the woman in the portrait reached out her bruised hand and pinched my wrist.

I was distraught and shouted, "I was wrong, I'm sorry!" With great strength, she pulled me towards her at once, and I watched her strange and eerie face draw closer and closer to me, and the corners of her mouth, which seemed to be smiling and not smiling, like that of a hanged man, seemed to open and bite me.

Lamia grabbed my other hand and snatched it back, but she didn't dare to use all her strength for fear of my arm tearing, and in an instant we were on the grass again, where it was still quiet, and a blood-cold chill wafted around. And, unlike outside, it's night.

Lamia raised her head, and the woman in the portrait stood in front of her, her eyes blood-red, without saying a word, she was so thin that it seemed that there was not a drop of blood left in her body. I clenched my strained wrist and said, "Be careful, she'll summon a shadow before." ”

Lamia said, "She's a demon from another dimension? ”

I said, "Maybe it's a monster like Vasilissa, a bloodsucker... Weirdo, but not as strong as Vasilissa. "Otherwise, I'd just be dead.

Lamia asked her, "Answer my question!" "She didn't shoot recklessly, but I suspect she asked in vain.

The woman turned and floated away, with no enemies around, and I saw again the doors I had seen before, as if they had been built into walls of air, leading to another place.

I don't want to open them, and I don't want them to open on their own.

Lamia and I followed the woman because we had no choice.

She drifted into a forest path and stopped in front of a decaying and dilapidated forest hut. On the wall of the hut, it was written in blood: "Mayans, the three holy women who committed suicide, please forgive me my sins, please grant me eternal sleep." ”

Suddenly, we were lost in the phantoms, the gloomy woods were full of life, the birds were singing, and the hut was completely renewed, and the rooftops were dotted with flowers and nests, so laid-back and intriguing.

Lamia said, "She made us look at these scenes of the past? ”

I think it's similar to the lack of brain waves, exchanging information with us on the surface of our minds.

A bloated middle-aged man walked hand in hand with the girl in the portrait, who looked a little desolate and sickly.

I said, "This man is Henry Peats?" ”

Lamia said, "Mostly, yes." ”

I haven't had time to ask about the life of Henry Peats, who must have been a guest of the Black Coffin, but I don't know if it was before or after the Shoah, but there was a long gap in between.

Henry said, "Heissy, my dear dear, I think you have been much better lately, with strong steps and good spirits. It seems that the statue has really helped you a lot. ”

The girl sighed, "Father, you have always been like this.... is so deviant, why don't you believe in the famous doctors in the hospital, but you have to use these... These medieval witchcraft? ”

Henry smiled and said, "Dear Heicy, first, those so-called famous doctors and modern medical methods cannot cure your disease at all, and they can't even diagnose it. Second, this statue is not some medieval witchcraft, it is older and more mysterious, from the Maya around 1000 BC. Thirdly, you have seen the magic of medieval witchcraft that opened up the space for us to walk in the bright sunlight inside the Black Pyramid. ”

Heicy shook his head and said, "Regarding the third point you said, it is also modern science and technology, and it was Professor Longinus who discovered the overlap of space in this room, so don't talk about those superstitious thoughts." ”

I couldn't help but say, "The Longinus of this girl's mouth must be my all-pervasive ancestor!" ”

Lamia disagreed: "There are many people with the same name and surname, he may not have anything to do with you, and he may not be the one in the undersea prison." Besides, even if it were such a coincidence, I think this man had done a lot of harm to everyone. ”

Her basin of cold water made my heart cold, and I didn't dare to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors.

Henry said, "Daughter, you always like to pour cold water on me, and you don't think much of the hard work you put into being a father. Is this due to the mean nature of your women who love to be sarcastic? ”

Heicy said, "Well, what shall I say to you? What age is it now, you have to decorate your home with antiques, and make me dress indecently, I'm not a medieval aristocrat! I'm a young and fashionable woman! What about you? You are not some Count Henry Pétsh, but a billionaire, a speculative director of a commercial bank! ”

As she spoke, coughing, there was blood in the phlegm, and Henry sighed, and they went into the hut, and soon walked out with the statue of the goddess Ix. Henry cut his finger and dripped blood on the statue of the goddess, leaving Hercy to hold the statue and bask in the sun.

This gesture reminds me of Ochid.

"Now it's certain that it happened before the Shoah," Lamia said. ”

I sighed and sighed, and Lamia asked, "What's wrong?" What did you find? ”

No, I just lament that the middle-aged man has a hard time, and this Sir Henry's love and care for his daughter is obvious, and it has taken a lot of effort. And yet? But his daughter didn't appreciate it, but was critical of him in every way, making him not a human being inside and out. This may be the midlife crisis described in ancient books. Thinking of my adoptive father, I couldn't help but feel terrified about my future.

Am I going to be an overworked, thin-haired, slightly fat old man? If that's the case, it's really bad news.

In the moments of my distraction, the hallucinations changed. The flowers and trees here have turned golden yellow, and although they are beautiful, they are showing signs of decline. Haixi changed into a more classical oriental robe, she held the statue of the goddess in her hand, and her sick face was swept away, on the contrary, her gaze was so majestic and so divine at this moment.

A group of men and women of her age, and Sir Henry, stood before her.

Wrapped in a long red cloth, Henry said, "With courage and piety in your heart, you will receive the gift of the goddess and enjoy bliss after death!" Who wants to show sincerity? ”

A handsome man stepped forward, stripped off his shirt and waistcoat, knelt down in front of Hercy, kissed the statue of Ix, and in an instant, he took the dagger from Henry's hand and slashed it on his neck, spraying blood on the statue and Hecy.

Lamia and I trembled, and Lamia said, "They've fallen into evil!" ”

I pointed to Heicy's lips and said, "Look! ”

Heixi shuddered, and there was a little unbearability in his eyes. Henry's face turned blue and he flinched, but it didn't seem like the first time he had done so, so he wasn't surprised. I saw that Hercy's and Henry's mouths were slightly open, and their canine teeth were faintly longer than the rest. Part of the blood on the statue flowed into Heixi's palm.

Lamia said: "They .... Changed by this statue, it became the kind of Legang and Michael. ”

I said, "Is this a peculiar form of rabies?" I've heard that in ancient times there was this disease that was maddening and bloodthirsty. ”

Lamia asked, "Is this disease contagious?" ”

I said, "It's like if you're bitten." ”

Lamia pursed her lips and made a scared expression.

Then the sight was changed again, and the trees began to lose their green leaves, and became bare, like gray skeletons, and the grass was full of black spots, like congealed blood.

There was another altar here, and Hecy sat in front of it, the statue was placed on her lap, and she looked terrified, tears melted her makeup, black tears under the corners of her eyes, and red blood on the sides of her mouth.

Sir Henry came up to her and said, "Daughter, why are you turning away those believers? Icks would be upset. ”

Heicy exclaimed, "What are you still thinking?" Mom, she was killed by Ix! ”

I saw the doors in mid-air, like hide and seek, disappearing from time to time, and I guessed that the evil statue had increased its mana and attracted more demons from the other world, and it was those shadows.

Henry said: "She walked peacefully without the slightest pain, and, when she died, she would ascend to heaven." ”

Heicy whispered, "That's. . . What kind of heaven of dregs, what kind of heaven will suck human blood and turn us into such cruel monsters? ”

Henry squeezed out a smile and said, "But Ix has cured you, you are completely healthy now, and.... You don't believe in medieval witchcraft, but look at yourself, how powerful are you now? ”

Many dark shadows appeared out of thin air, startling us. Lamia said, "They look like those believers. ”

I said, "Probably something... It's some kind of energy fluctuation, and when you die, you emit some kind of heat. ”

Lamia looked at me strangely and said, "You really want to explain everything scientifically." ”

I laughed and said, "Who made my ancestors a scientist?" ”

Heicy said coldly: "You are not my father, you are not Sir Henry Peats!" My father I know is a philanthropist, a kind man, not a villain who cheated people to end his life! ”

Henry tugged at his already loose hair and said, "What do you mean by that?" Everything I do, it's for your good. ”

Suddenly, Hercy began to chant a mantra and pointed his finger at Henry, who let out a terrifying cry like the roar of the red demon we know well.

Alas, this poor middle-aged man, he devoted himself to his relatives, but he did not end well. Middle age is as incurable as a terminal illness and as unstoppable as the end of the world, forcing this rich and well-meaning man into a state of no return.