This world is far more interesting than you think. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What is more terrifying than zombies is often the human heart......

I pushed the tape into the entrance of the TV projector, picked up the remote control that had fallen on the ground, turned on the TV, and the dusty TV screen flashed with white snowflakes, and gradually played some black and white images.

I crouched in front of the TV, and in my ears I heard the sound of Irene's approaching footsteps.

The picture is blurry, and the camera installed at the entrance happens to capture the scene in front of the fireplace. About ten minutes ago, the two overturned chairs were still neatly placed in front of the fireplace, the small bookcase stood against the wall, the books were neatly stacked on the bookcase, the sporadic flames jumped on the stacked matches in the fireplace, the curtains were ajar, the sunlight brushed the window frame and projected on the wooden floor, and everything in the picture seemed quiet and peaceful.

I fast-forwarded a few minutes, and suddenly, a figure appeared in the frame.

The man's back to the camera, his outline blurred, revealing the man's voluminous shirt and long hair tucked back behind his head.

Woman?

I pressed play with a frown, and the screen resumed dialing playback, and Irene, and Irene, held our breath at the same time.

The woman in the picture turned slightly to the side, walked to the two single chairs with her hands, turned slightly sideways and stared at the other side of the room, black and white images overlapped, her mouth closed one by one, as if to say something.

"Turn up the volume......" Erin's voice beside her was a little depressed.

I lowered my head and tried to turn up the volume in the picture, but the amplified sound was only a noisy "rustle" sound.

Damn it!

I looked up irritably, and saw that the woman in the picture turned slightly sideways, increased the arc of her hands, as if complaining and shouting, and suddenly raised her right hand and pointed to the right side of the room, as if to accuse someone, but she lowered her body slightly, but as if with some kind of deep meaning of defensive self-defense.

In the next second, a second person broke into the picture!

Erin and I gasped at the same time.

The man was menacing, the woman took a few steps back, and the comer instantly stepped on the carpet and rushed to her, suddenly lifted a steel pipe and smashed it down on the woman!

Accompanied by the noise of the videotape, the woman in the picture subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but her body center of gravity was unstable and fell on the single chair, and the chair fell to the ground. But the attacker didn't let her go at all, and the next moment he raised the steel pipe for the second time and was about to knock it down. The woman staggered to her feet, the steel pipe was instantly empty, the woman grabbed the attacker's wrist, grabbed the attacker's collar, and the two scuffled together.

Fight to the death.

The attacker was pushed by the woman to the side of the cabinet, fell to the ground, brought down the small bookcase, and smashed the books to the ground messily. The next second, the attacker clenched the stick and hit the woman's leg hard, the woman's body shook and fell backwards, the attacker stood up and rushed forward with a steel rod, the woman seemed to want to dodge sideways, but was hit by the steel rod in the forehead, and the liquid suspected of blood in the black and white picture splashed on the carpet.

"Z-"

After a shrill noise, the scene stops at the moment when the attacker's steel rod hits the woman.

After a few seconds, the image is reduced to a gray and white snowflake dot.

I frowned and exited the tape, looked at it with my head down, gritted my teeth and shook my head.

"The content on the back of the tape was scratched and could not be played."

"Oh my God...... "Erin muttered as she stared at the black-screened TV.

I silently reinserted the tape back into the projector, fast-forwarded to the moment when the attacker had just broken into the frame, and pressed the pause button.

In the still, the woman who is about to be attacked retreats to the side of the single chair in a defensive position, while the attacker, wearing a black shirt and hat, is rushing towards her with a steel rod in his right hand.

I stared silently at the black and white image that stood still on the screen.

This would explain the overturned chairs, bookcases, and blood stains on the floor......

The blood had not yet coagulated, and it appeared that the fight should have taken place within thirty minutes......

The woman in the picture has an argument with someone, and the other party has murderous intentions.

I subconsciously looked up at the two overturned single chairs in the room.

No further blood stains were found here, which means that the two people in the frame are supposed to be still alive.

Perhaps the woman escaped from the hut before the attacker killed herself, and the attacker should have chased after her......

I frowned.

There should be a third person after this......

Because the door was locked from the outside when Erin and I arrived at the cabin, it was common sense to assume that the attacker would not have locked the door and continued to hunt down the woman......

What exactly happened here a few minutes ago......

My contemplative thought of a pain in my head.

“…… What are you thinking? ”

Irene's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to meet her inquiring gaze.

Her eyes were full of worry, and I thought my expression must be very solemn at the moment.

There was silence for a moment, and my eyes fell back on the black-and-white screen.

"Erin, why do you think there was a fight here a few minutes ago?"

“…… The woman broke into the Tomb Keeper's house, but the owner apparently did not welcome visitors, and the two got into an argument......" Erin whispered.

I listened to Erin's reasoning, stared at the back of the attacker, and silently pressed the play button, and the screen switched frame by frame.

Suddenly, I squinted and noticed that at the moment the attacker was pushed to the bookcase, the camera captured the attacker's side face, but the blurry footage flashed in the next moment.

I frowned, recoiled the image for a few seconds, and replayed the scene again—the attacker was carrying a steel rod, but the woman was forcefully pushed down next to the bookcase, and his body shook and fell to the ground with the bookcase, and his back smashed against the cold bulge of the bookcase.

Erin's conclusion was wrong.

I bit my lower lip and fell into deep thought.

For a while, all that remained in the cabin was the sound of zombies constantly rushing outside the door.

Beside her, Erin coughed slightly.

“…… You found something, right? ”

"Hmm."

“…… We're allies now, right? ”

"Hmm."

I heard Erin sigh, followed by her somewhat helpless voice.

"I hope you don't hide it from me, son, I am also a participant in the punishment of heaven, and I want to end this terrible situation as soon as possible, for God's sake."

She said the last sentence sincerely, and I can imagine her sincere expression.

She's right.

I pressed the remote and rewind the screen a few seconds ago, without looking back to talk to Erin.

"These two people are not mausoleum keepers."

"Why?"

"The mausoleum keeper is a man with a beard." I glanced at the fireplace, "There's a picture on the fireplace, and the man in the picture is the mausoleum keeper." ”

"If they are not mausoleum keepers, then why ......"

I simply sat on the cold floor, turned slightly sideways and looked at Erin calmly.

"Why did Joanna want to kill me in the last game?"

"Because you are a sacrifice, the rules of the game, killing a sacrifice can immediately terminate the heavenly punishment."

I raised an eyebrow.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Erin's expression was empty for a few seconds, and then she turned her head to look at the TV in surprise.

Oh, yes......

Sacrifice.

I looked sideways at the black and white image that was frozen on the screen.

"But who is that woman?" Erin muttered in a low voice.

I rewind the image for a few seconds, standing still at the beginning of the argument.

"There are not many female participants in the heavenly punishment, excluding the little girl Claire and you with short hair, there are still ...... left"

"Joanna Austin, Tina Stuart, and Vera Lancelot remained."

I gave her a blank look.

Thanks, what a useful piece of information.

"Joanna has straight hair, Tina has curly hair...... "Erin fell into silence as she bit her lower lip.

I stared at the blurred outline of the picture.

The picture is too blurry, and I can't see the faces clearly, and I can't see the more detailed content clearly.

The attacker wore a hat with a coat, and judging from the body shape, it was possible to exclude the little child Claire, the thin Colin and the strong Andrew, and among the survivors, except for me and Irene, the rest of the people seemed to be a little aggressive, but from the silhouette of the side face that flashed by, it was impossible to judge the specific identity at all......

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

But what made me even more unsettling than this was the third person who appeared in the room later......

Who the hell is it?

Why open the drawer and lead us to this box of videotapes......

More and more mysteries came to my face, just like the mist that swirled around the grave, I thought I had seen everything ahead, but in the next second, I found that I was surrounded by the confusion that followed, and I couldn't make out the direction.

Beside her, Erin sighed.

"The first thing to do is to find the graves of Gravelly......"

I looked up and watched her walk back to the table, buried in the pile of papers.

Withdrawing my gaze, I stared at the black and white images on the TV.

Is the woman who was attacked really a sacrifice?

Suddenly, I rang James inexplicably.

In the first game of Heavenly Punishment, he once said that one of the ways to end Heavenly Punishment is to see one and kill one by one, killing other participants except himself, and there is always one of them as a sacrifice, which is neat and neat, but extremely efficient......

Could the two people on the screen be just participants in the cannibalism?

It was only because of a temporary dispute that he decided to erase the existence of the other party and go out directly......

I gritted my teeth and analyzed.

Judging by Vic's personality, he is an easy person to make such a decision.

Wayne is too timid to seem to make a decision and expose himself without clear evidence.

Tina is too bossy, she has her own judgment and once she makes a decision, she will definitely do whatever it takes to achieve her goal.

……

It's a huge chess game, a messy relationship.

I was silent, and for a moment, my heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, and I couldn't find any rescue that climbed to hope.

Cannibalism is the end......

That's what you're expecting, Inquisitor, right?

To hell with it!

I threw the remote control to the ground in hatred, as if I had inadvertently hit the play button, and the frame by frame forward. I looked at the silent black-and-white image of two men wrestling together, bringing down chairs, messing up carpets and curtains, and suddenly, my attention was drawn to something that flashed in the picture.

Wait a minute......

I frowned, climbed forward and picked up the remote again, rewinded, and stood still.

Approaching the screen, I squinted my eyes and pressed play.

A certain detail.

In a flash.

And Irene, and I, both ignored ......

"Hey, I've found the Grave Complex!" On the other side of the room, Irene's excited voice was heard, "At No. 128 in the cemetery on the east side, there are people from the Glay family, one with four tombstones......"

I pursed my lips, pressed the still button, and squinted at the dark shadows of the glass in the black-and-white frame.

Just for a second.

The moment the curtain was pulled by the attacker, a corner of the secret hidden by the curtain was revealed.

No wonder......

I unconsciously raised the corners of my mouth.

"You ......"

"I've found ...... too," I stood up in a calm voice and walked over to the half-drawn window.

"Found what?" Erin on the other side of the room looked at me quizzically.

I reached out and pulled the dusty curtain and looked up at Irene.

"Again, seeing is believing."

"Brush—" I turned my back to the window and pulled the curtain open.

The blinding light pierced the darkness of the cabin in an instant.

Erin's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

I turned around slightly, squinting slightly.

Really......

Dark red blood streaked along the cold transparent glass window, and the light penetrated the blood-colored figures, reflecting the blood-colored windowsill.

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