A winding, whirling staircase, like there is never an end. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The light source illuminated the wooden staircase intermittently, and every corner of the shadowed shadow was like a dormant hunter, peeping, jumping out of the stronghold at any moment and biting the fragile throat of the prey.

Feeling the light on the first floor pierce the darkness of the spiral staircase, I squinted and hurriedly jumped down the last two steps.

Left.

Running aimlessly, the wind whistling past your ears, brushing your hair, snatching your body and dissipating into the air behind you. Not far ahead, there is an arched entrance, and above the white pillars on both sides are carved two people carrying lamps and wearing robes, like guides, guiding the lost to find the final exit in the ukiyo.

Listening to the sound of my own rapid breathing, the hard body of the gun pressed against my waist, and there was a bit of pain.

I gritted my teeth and stepped over a few low white tiled steps, broke into the archway, and when I looked up, a large hall suddenly appeared in front of me.

I stood in front of the side door of the hall, looking at this completely unfamiliar realm, like a picture in the realm of the gods, spreading out in front of me.

The high curved ceiling, painted in paint, depicts men in white robes sitting under apple trees, seemingly scholars of the Bible, and above their heads, several winged cherubs surround the transparent chandelier hanging directly above the hall, as if heaven had shed its light here.

The hall is flanked by stout white pillars, the tops of which are carefully carved by craftsmen, as if they were totems whose names I can't name. Lowering my voice and stepping over the cold tiles, I calmed my panicked breathing a little, and walked to the center of the hall, where I saw a tall, heavy wooden door with a metal doorknob that reflected the light. Directly opposite the tall wall is inlaid with stained glass windows, and the light from the outside reflects through the yellow, pink, and blue glass to illuminate the black benches that line the hall, giving the white floor a slightly dreamy color.

I tilted my head and squinted my eyes, and saw the blood splashing on the glass, like a knife cut, cutting through the artistic conception of the colored window.

An inexplicable and strange atmosphere slowly diffused in the air......

"Dash...... Da ......"

Walking silently through a thick white column, the only sound of my lonely footsteps remained in the hall.

Looking around a little sideways, I noticed that the other side of the pillar was also splattered with blood. The blood had not yet fully solidified, and the red liquid slowly slid down the texture of the pillar, leaving scar-like marks that crawled all over the pillar.

In the quiet hall, there are several large wooden boxes of nearly two meters under the wall on the right, and the door on one side of the box is open, which seems to beckon passers-by to explore the hidden secrets of the room.

I don't know why, but seeing these coffin-sized chambers, I felt chills inexplicably.

God's Domain.

Oh, God.

Light.

Bloodstain......

This is the church, once a place of worship for many people, but now, the shocking bloodstains have cast a terrifying color over this place that was once sprinkled with holy light.

Pausing at the rows of brown-and-black benches, my gaze followed the curved ceiling, the chandelier, the crucifix in the center of the hall, until I landed on a black figure standing in front of the statue.

He was dressed in a black robe, with his back to me, staring at the statue of Jesus directly in front of him.

With a thump in my heart, my right hand slowly reached for the pistol behind my back.

It's a difficult thing to do – after facing three corpses and a man-eating attacker, you still choose to be defenseless against the man standing in front of the statue of Jesus.

Do you want to choose to escape?

I was silent and took a slight step back.

The upper rubbed against the ground slightly, and he didn't react to my movements.

No way......

I stopped what I was trying to retreat.

Perhaps, he knew where the church library was......

And.

He didn't show the urge to bite like the attacker just now......

My thoughts paused slightly, and I raised my eyes to look around, there were no corpses in my sight, but in this huge hall, the pillars and windows were splashed with blood, and the blood stains were not completely solidified, and I could still glimpse the pools of blood under those black chairs out of the corner of my eye, maybe as long as I took a step closer, I could see a corpse that was gradually colding at any time.

Can a normal person remain calm in such a place that is almost purgatory?

Apparently, not so long ago, a massacre took place here. But I didn't hear much screaming when I woke up, and it was probably happening before I woke up.

Slowly pulling out the pistol at my waist, feeling the heavy texture in my hands, I adjusted my slightly rapid breathing, and slowly walked towards the man with his back to me, he had short hair, a thin body, his body was shrouded in a wide black robe, his hands hung at his sides, and the knuckles were faintly visible, the dress was obviously larger than his body, and under the robe were a pair of black shoes, except for his white neckline and short gray hair, I couldn't capture any details about him.

He may be the only survivor.

With that in mind, I cautiously approached him and lowered my breath.

Choose to trust your instincts?

Scold.

Believe it or not.

It doesn't matter anymore, does it......

Is there any other option than adventure?

There were still nearly ten rows of chairs away from him, and in the silent hall, I walked so cautiously with every step, my body bent slightly, intending to get ready to run away as soon as he turned to attack. But from the man who had just gone crazy, I felt the desire to attack that did not belong to human beings, the force of hitting the door was so great that it was already a force that could not burst out of the human body, and there was no fear of pain at all, could such a creature really be called a human being?

I desperately want to know the answer to all the mysteries that haunt me, what kind of panic has happened here? The image of the man-eating maniac banging on the door still lingered in my mind, and it was clear that it was the man with a mouthful of blood who attacked the kidnapper, and he attacked the kidnapper, his sharp teeth piercing into the soft skin of the kidnapper's neck, tearing it open with force, and blood gushing out.

Yes, just like in my dreams.

The kidnapper, who had no time to shoot, pushed away the almost frenzied attacker, pushed it into the room and closed the door, moving his steps to ask his accomplices for help, but he struggled to get back to the room, but died before he could say a word. I don't know if I should be grateful to the man who wanted to kill me as well, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been a match for an adult man with a gun, but it doesn't seem like a righteous thing to do to be thankful that a life has been lost.

Justice?

I sneered at the words that flashed through my mind.

I, whose hands are already dripping with blood, am I still qualified to mention this word?

The instinct to destroy other beings for their own survival is merely instinct.

What is the difference between me, who killed the kidnapper, and that man-eating maniac?

Biting my lower lip, I held the heavy gun in both hands, and slowly raised the muzzle of the black hole to aim at the black back.

"Hey."

Cautiously popping out a word, I realized that my voice was shaking, and I cleared my throat and took a few steps closer to him. The sunlight shone through the glass on the floor tiles next to him, and his figure seemed to be covered with this layer of light, and the fine dust floated and moved.

"Who are you? What's really going on here? ”

With the gun in my left hand and the trigger in my right hand, I bent my knees slightly and approached him step by step, I don't know why I knew I should stay in this position, but my body seemed to have residual memories telling me that I should use the pistol this way to give myself a better chance of survival.

The man didn't answer me, still staring straight ahead.

Hopefully, this time, my decision won't cost me my life.

"Dah."

"Dah."

……

I gradually shortened the distance between me and him.

Breathing carefully, I waited patiently for his answer while keeping an eye on the movement around me. I don't want this time to have another biter jump out and bite my neck.

It's that unsettling silence again.

The stillness of the bones, along with the air, seeps into every inch of the skin.

I stood still behind him, just a few steps away from him.

My throat was a little thirsty, and after taking a deep breath, I turned my head a little and saw that the base of the crucifix was covered with blood, and the body of a child lay across the statue, but it was slightly blocked by the fence, and I could only see the blood on the chest of his yellow shirt, like a bloody flower. Reluctantly retracting my gaze, I tried not to look at the child's face, not to guess what had happened to him in his last moments.

"Do you know where the church library is?"

I ask again.

And he replied to me with the same silence.

It was as silent as death, and I couldn't see the slightest movement of his body, or even the ups and downs of his breathing.

I felt my hands holding the pistol tremble a little, and I thought that the pulse under my skin must be beating rapidly at this moment.

"Answer me!"

I raised the volume and moved a little closer.

If he wasn't deaf, if he were alive, he would have been able to sense the threat in my tone at the moment.

In the empty hall, my voice was a little lonely.

Silent.

Deathly silence.

I stared at the gray hair on the back of his head, hesitated for a few seconds, and made a decision in my mind.

I walked briskly closer.

"Hey!"

The left hand was clapped on his shoulder.

As if he finally felt the movement behind him, he slowly turned his head to look at me......