The zombies outside the door continued to bang against the door panel, and the roar entered the cabin through the crack in the door, mixing the silence in the cabin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I looked away from Irene, who was praying in a low voice, and looked up at the cabin.

The cabin was not divided into rooms, the air was filled with the faint smell of firewood, the furniture in the wooden house was made of wood, and the left and right sides were two closed windows, half-drawn dark curtains, blocking the sunlight from the outside world, and it was dim. There was a single bed on the left side of the room, an old gray carpet was laid on the floor in the center, and on the wall to the right of the carpet stood a small fireplace, the fire had been extinguished, the wooden floor in front of the fireplace was stained with dust, and the two dark single chairs in front of the fireplace had fallen to the floor.

Gathering my breath and stepping over the cold wooden floor, I approached the fireplace and found two pools of dark blood on the ground.

Squatting down, I lightly touched the pool of blood.

The blood was sticky and stained the fingertips red.

Not yet solidified......

Looking up, I looked at the books that had fallen to the ground next to my chair, and a few steps away, a small bookcase toppled to the floor.

The sound of pages turning in the room sounded, and I subconsciously turned around and saw Erin standing at the small table next to the single bed, she lowered her head and flipped through some black ** files, probably what she called the tombstone record book.

On the right side of the room, there are obvious signs of a fight.

But the files on the left are stacked on the table......

I pondered, and stood up against the cold little fireplace.

It seems that there was a fight in the cabin before we arrived.

However, it is unclear whether the tomb keepers were involved in the fight......

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and I was silent, my eyes swept over the dark fireplace, and I was suddenly attracted by the picture frames placed on the fireplace. Raising my foot to walk around the overturned single chair on the floor, I walked to the right side of the fireplace, the dim light shining through the dark curtains, casting the shadow of the picture frame on the dark wallpaper behind me, I narrowed my eyes slightly and leaned closer.

There is a photo fixed in the frame.

In the photo, a man with a gray beard is half-squatting on the gray steps, he is wearing a dark blue down jacket, a knitted hat, gray eyes, and slightly wrinkled cheeks at the corners of his eyes, he looks at the camera with a smile, his left hand is holding a huge dog, the dog is half-squatting on the ground, the skull is very wide, the cheek bones are developed, the snout is short, the thick front legs, the thick paws are wrapped in black hair, and the hair around the body gradually transitions from black to dark brown.

The dog......

Caucasian dogs. 】

The deeply buried memories seemed to be inadvertently pryed, pulling the nerves and sending a faint pain, the vague fragments suddenly flashed through my mind and then shattered the next moment, wrapped in cold sadness, I bit my lower lip and shook my head.

It's such a damn feeling again.

The soul is deeply tugged at by death, as if it is about to be stripped of its body at any moment......

"Brush ......"

Behind me there was the sound of the pages turning rapidly, and I turned my head to see a large black file falling from Irene's hand, smashing against the cold wooden floor. But she didn't have time to pay attention to the dusty notebook, and opened another thinner file with her head down.

I pursed my lips and lifted my hand to press the frame down, upside down against the fireplace.

Silently skirting the overturned chair, I walked past a TV with an antenna on a small black cabinet and walked over to Erin. Watching her bend over, her gaze quickly swept over the rows of short records on the white paper, biting her lower lip with a somewhat intersecting expression, she raised her hand and impatiently brushed the strands of hair that fell from her cheeks behind her ears.

"It's too much." She gritted her teeth and complained.

I looked quietly at the four or five thick archival books stacked on the small round table.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.

Is the world of Heavenly Punishment real?

Before the consciousness of the participants of the Heavenly Punishment is transported to this world, does this plane coexist parallel to the real world?

In this world, does it also follow the laws of birth, old age, sickness and death?

Before the Heavenly Punishment begins, even every NPC in this world has an independent personality and an independent life?

……

My thoughts continued to go deeper, and the dim time and space were staggered, and in parallel was a more chaotic and clueless parallel world theory for a moment, and my head ached, and I gritted my teeth and pressed my temples that were beating suddenly.

Fuck your uncle's judge!

Confused by my thoughts, I glanced back at the single bed with white sheets next to me, and was unconsciously attracted by the standing bedside table next to the single bed. On the bedside table was a small oil lamp, beside which were a few lighters and an open pack of cigarettes, and the bedside table had two drawers, the first with a slit open and the second tightly closed.

Walking over to the single bed and sitting down, I leaned down and opened the drawer on the bedside table, where I saw a few black video tapes.

Subconsciously looking up, I looked around the cabin.

That's when I noticed a camera on the top left of the front door of the cabin.

I frowned and picked up the tape on top, but I was stunned the moment my fingertips touched the rough cassette box.

Video cassette box......

Residual temperature.

I fell silent for a moment.

All this is not as simple as it seems......

"For God's sake, miss, if you're idle, come and help me check the location of the graves." A few steps away, my dear ally complained about throwing a thick archival book at his feet.

"Oh my God, what a sloppy ghost......" Erin grumbled through gritted teeth.

I looked up at Irene's back, knowing that the "scruffy ghost" she meant meant the Tomb Keeper.

Quietly picking up the cassette of tapes, I kept my voice calm.

"I found something interesting."

Erin followed my voice and turned back.

I raised an eyebrow and shook the tape at her.

"It seems that someone wants us to know what happened in the cabin a few minutes ago."

"Huh?"

I stood up calmly and walked to the small TV in the middle of the cabin.

"Seeing is believing."