-- We are not sacrificial in this game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

- I propose an alliance.

Erin suggested that, and after a moment of silence, I agreed with her.

After a short discussion, we decided to find the cemetery management office first and find out the specific location of the [Grave Tombs].

The penalty has already begun, which means that the participants who are not yet out of the game will do everything they can to gather to the terminating end.

And the sacrifice must be under the faces of those who try to deny the truth.

In order to avoid encountering zombies roaming the asphalt road, we decided to search for the cemetery management office along the overgrown path halfway up the mountain. Erin told me that most cemetery caretakers live at the entrance of the cemetery at the foot of the mountain, and there are not many cemetery caretakers, but the caretakers have information about every tombstone in the cemetery, including the family and the number of people in the tomb.

The middle-aged female doctor seemed to be familiar with the mausoleum.

Here's how she answered me when I mentioned it inadvertently.

-- Doctor, one hand is heaven, the other hand is earth.

-- Those lives that cannot be saved are guarded by the mausoleum keepers.

The edge of life and death may be in a short moment, missed, missed, and disappeared. O sleeping undead, did you still have a trace of luck in this world that you still want to survive before your heart stopped beating?

I don't know, or maybe I'll know soon.

The small hills and forests of the cemetery were shrouded in white mist, and the cold air on the forehead and hair stained the hair, wetting the cheeks and carrying the chill, spreading to every cell in the body. Stepping on the wet dirt, the weeds in the middle of the mountain brushed the upper of my shoes, I lowered my head slightly, pulled up the neckline of the knit sweater to cover the tip of my cold nose, and the hot air melted on both cheeks in an instant.

In silence, I heard Erin's slightly irritated sigh behind me as she brushed aside the leaves.

My thoughts paused for a moment at her actions, and I was in a trance, looking at my muddy shoes.

A question that has been haunting my mind.

Grave Tomb ......

I silently recited the bloody words that appeared on the glass of the hearse, and the blinding and bloody scene seemed to flash into my mind again.

[You should have heard it. 】

[These three words.] 】

A deep voice gently slammed into the soul.

I lowered my eyes and remained silent.

…… Indeed, I have seen it.

The first game of the day penalty, metallurgical plant.

In that damp cardboard box piled with letterheads, a notebook smelled of death.

The first page, in a distorted font, reads Glay......

……

The flesh will eventually be destroyed. 】

O atoning soul. 】

"I will return. 】

……

The code name that appears in the two rounds of heavenly punishment at the same time must have some important connection hidden behind it.

But what is it?

I squinted my eyes in confusion and racked my brains to think, but my blank brain seemed to sink into the loneliness of this cemetery, and I didn't come up with any valuable connections.

Damn it!

The thought of the inquisitor's low, twisted voice on the other end of the intercom made my temples jump abruptly.

“…… Do you believe in God? ”

Suddenly, Irene's voice came from behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned my head a little and looked into her dark eyes.

Do you believe in God? 】

In silence, I stepped on a clammy stone, my feet slid a little, and I gritted my teeth to steady myself.

"Probably, I don't believe it."

"Believe in God, and Jehovah will redeem the guilty and protect the good from the devil." Erin's voice was sincere and humble.

I was silent for a moment, looking up at the silhouette of the wooden house looming in the white mist ahead.

Andrew said that the only one who can rely on himself is himself. I paused slightly, "Besides, I'm not a good type. ”

Rounding a raised stone, the conversation fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, I heard Erin chuckle.

"You're more and more like him."

"Who?"

"Andrew Gray."

I snorted.

"Not really."

"Would you like to hear about it?"

"I'm not as ugly as him."

Erin behind her laughed "poof".

I squinted at her.

Well......

If she dares to say that I'm actually the same as Andrew, I'll definitely push her down.

With that in mind, we had reached the back of the cabin.

The log cabin is only one story high, standing quietly on the mountainside, the mountain forest shrouded in white mist, the sky beyond can be seen, the miserable white light, and the gray tombstones arranged in a stepped manner behind the wooden house, the atmosphere of quiet bone marrow makes people shudder.

Breathing in the cold and wet air, I stepped on the squishy dirt and bent down to pick up a stick from the pile of wood next to the cabin.

The sticks were split into an almost prismatic shape, and the brown bark was dark yellow wood, which was stained with moisture and felt a little cold in the hand.

It seems that the mausoleum keepers have lived in this small hut for a long time, and have prepared the firewood needed for the winter.

At least, preparations are underway.

Raising my eyes, I looked at the brown roof of the cabin, holding my breath like a prey lurking in the dark, vigilantly watching the movements around me.

Erin, wrapped in a black trench coat, walked up to me as I picked up a short, thick stick, her eyes falling on the closed windows of the cabin.

"Breaking through a window?" She asked tentatively.

I shook my head.

"It's too loud, and it's easy to attract zombies."

Erin thought for a moment and nodded.

"Then let's go to the front door...... " Erin said, raising her feet towards the other side of the cabin.

Noncommittal, I followed her thin back around the small stone table in front of the cabin.

The front of the cabin catches your eye.

The brown door was closed, a black street lamp hung from the door, and a gray gravel road winded in front of the wooden house leading to the cemetery on the left, and a small fence surrounded the perimeter of the cabin, and no means of transportation were parked next to the cabin, and the cabin slept silently in the mountains surrounded by white mist, silent with the mountain of tombstones.

Erin stepped on the cold gravel path, walked to the door of the wooden house, and bent down to look at the lock.

“…… Locked. ”

I looked silently at her with a solemn expression on her face.

The door lock is locked from the outside.

That is, there is no one in the wooden house......

It doesn't seem like a bad thing.

As I approached the wooden house, I inexplicably smelled the reassuring smell of wood, and it poured into my heart for a while, as if awakening the memories buried in the deepest part of my consciousness......

Wooden houses, fireplaces, and inexplicably familiar little snoring......

[Want to go back?] 】

The voice in his heart was hoarse.

I......

"Roar—" For a moment, the roar of the zombies interrupted my thoughts.

In my ears, I heard an exclamation from Irene.

I instinctively turned around and saw two or three zombies outside the fence and found us standing in front of the cabin, two adults and a child, ragged and covered in blood, one of them had a gloomy leg bone, and the other zombie's arm had been broken, and a small section of bone was dangling flesh, and blood was dripping at its feet.

The zombies saw us standing outside the door, screamed and broke through the fence and rushed towards us!

Damn it!

I gritted my teeth and turned around, lifted the stick in my hand and slammed it down on the lock.

"Bang-"

The rusty door lock didn't move.

"What are you doing?! Hurry up!! ”

The roar of the zombies was mixed with Erin's trembling exclamations.

"I know!" I almost yelled back, raised my stick and slammed it into the lock again.

"Kadang—" The lock was broken for a split second, and I fell on the stone path, and my shoulder slammed open the cold wooden door and I fell into the cabin.

Erin burst in after me.

Turning, she slammed her body against the wooden door, and I gritted my teeth and thrust the stick in my hand into the deadbolt.

"Bang-"

The next second, the zombie crashed into the door panel.

"Bang-"

Instinctively, I took a step back, staring warily at the wooden door that had been smashed open by a crack.

The wooden stick held the crack in the door, and the zombie's roar pierced the eardrums through the crack.

Beside her, Erin leaned against the wall, her head bowed, her hands trembling and holding the cross necklace, muttering.

In the chaotic roar of the zombies, I could only hear a few words.

"My God...... Bless your most faithful believers......"