009 wants to figure out the whole story, and he understands better than others that what he needs is a breakthrough, and that breakthrough is likely to be the diary.

The number of torn pages is anything but simple.

009 thought as he slowly paced towards his courtyard, but stopped abruptly when he turned the corner of a bush and was about to enter the courtyard.

- He suddenly thought of the thorny owl on the wall.

To be honest, he also vaguely understood from his own experience that whether the wall owl rubbed or not played a big role in the ending of the dungeon.

But he died twice, wiped off once, and didn't wipe it once, but the ending was the same as being killed by the murderer, just like a dead end.

009's hand stopped in front of the courtyard gate, his fingertips only a centimeter from the brass ring of the wooden door, and he could almost smell a musty smell wafting from the crack in the door, and the metallic sheen of the copper ring of the gate.

009's eyes stared motionlessly at the thin texture of the wooden door, and behind him, the clouds on the horizon became thicker and darker as his hand approached the copper ring, and the pouring rain seemed to be hidden in it, and it would fall at any moment and wash the earth fiercely.

009's hand didn't touch the door, but he turned his head sharply in an instant, he squinted at the darkness of the clouds in the sky before he had time to disperse, and slowly withdrew his hand.

He seemed to understand something.

It was probably a death choice, and he was dead before he understood everything, and once he entered the compound, it meant that the choice began—as evidenced by the change of clouds on the horizon, after all, he had died in the stormy night twice.

009 took a step and slowly moved away from the small courtyard, the clouds on the horizon were still gloomy, as frustrating as a crying child, and under the clouds, a conspiracy was slowly unfolding.

……

009 left his yard but didn't go far, he was still thinking about clues, but there weren't many clues now, and he could only hold on to a diary, trying to find its location.

009 sniffed the smell of medicine in the air, and slowly walked to the place where the smell of medicine was strongest.

Based on his vague guess after he had died twice, it was likely to be hiding in the area where the rat poison was sprayed the most.

As for the basis, he couldn't say a rough idea, but the thick rat poison in the air seemed too weird in this copy, and if this clue was either empty, it had an ulterior motive.

And according to the figure he saw before he died, it seemed to be guiding him this way, and he was just gambling.

The sunlight in the temple is not very clear by the clouds, the path in the temple is full of shadows, and the willow trees with fluttering branches and leaves next to it look a little gloomy, and the air is also very unpleasant, dry enough to absorb people's moisture.

009 struggled to focus his entire attention on the olfactory nerve of his nose, where the rat poison was so deep and shallow that it was difficult for him to decide where to go with so many courtyards.

He walked slowly forward, and as he walked around a bush, he was suddenly shaken - the rat poison in front of him was extremely strong, and the bitterness mixed with some pungent smell took over the whole nerve.

009 quickly covered his nose and leaned towards the ruined temple wall, and after walking some distance against the wall, he finally moved to a red-lacquered wooden door.

The door was clearly some years old, and the bright red patent leather had fallen off a lot, revealing the dirty black wood texture inside.

"Click-"

He slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open a small slit, squinted his eyes and looked cautiously into the courtyard.

There was a tall willow tree, and there were many withered fallen leaves lying on the bluestone floor, and the breeze whined through the empty yard, spreading the unpleasant smell of rat poison through the crack in the door.

Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, 009 quietly pushed open the door and entered. There is no scenery here, and it looks very empty, but judging from the obvious lack of rat bite marks around it than in other courtyards, the rat poison sprayed did have some effect.

He surveyed the walls around him, and then slowly turned his gaze to the large willow tree, which was growing healthily.

He thought about it, took a slow step, walked around the willow tree, and was about to finish walking, but suddenly stopped on a bluestone brick that did not look amazing.

No, it doesn't feel right.

009 squatted down violently, ignoring the dirty ground, and began to pick the corners of the bluestone brick with his hands.

Sure enough, although the bluestone brick looked extremely solid on the ground, it was actually a tiger made of paper, and it was picked up almost without any force, and the dust splashed on the clothes.

But now 009 doesn't seem to care about this, he put the bluestone bricks aside, and quickly glanced at the place behind the bluestone bricks, and found that there was a big hole dug behind it, and in the center was some piles of paper-like objects.

009 couldn't wait to pick up the contents of the hole, and from the material, it was immediately clear that it was the torn part of the diary.

To his heart's coldness, the thing had been burned, and the yellowed edges had turned into a pile of shredded paper, piled up in pieces, and the handwriting had long since become illegible.

009 pursed his lips, unwillingly straightening the fragments, trying to see something from the few words it could see.

The sun on the horizon was completely hidden in the clouds, and the thick black was like an ink, slowly blending between the clouds.

I don't know how long it took to spell out, but 009 finally read three lines of unclear words from the fragments.

His brow slowly tightened.

[The abbot is dead]

[I'm scared]

[The rat poison can't resist it anymore, and I learned to draw owls.] 】

The first two sentences are not difficult to understand, but only this last sentence is puzzling.

Is there a direct relationship between the inability of rat poison to resist and the ability to draw owls?

Why did he write these two things together?

009 put the bluestone brick back in its original place, but his mind fell into deep thought.

The abbot is dead, so who is the abbot now?

And what exactly was he afraid of, who was the man who killed him?

Don't......

It's like the electric switch is suddenly opened, and the lights of the entire circuit are lit up, illuminating the chaotic clues through.

009 gasped, a cold breath rushed from his toes to the top of his head, pressing his heart to the bottom, but he suddenly understood the whole story.

Thunder and lightning began to roll in the clouds on the horizon, and strong winds were already brewing on the ground, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown to cover the sky and the sun, and "salsa lala" sounded.

009 gritted his teeth, glanced around, and ran towards the courtyard without having time to think.

Su Que floated above his head, his body following his steps, but his eyes were staring at his back.

There was a flash of red light in the robe.

It's coming.

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