Squeak –

The dilapidated wooden door was opened.

The rainstorm was unusually heavy, and the lights outside the door were blown and shook everywhere, and some cold wind blew in after being turned on.

"Is it still the same, Detective?"

The tavern owner said a little teasingly, but he was bartending without the slightest effect in his hand.

"No, drink something high today."

Dressed in a black water suit that covered his body, rain dripping from the hem of his clothes from time to time, creating a small puddle on the floor of the bar.

"Detective, is this inspiration again? If you want me to say, you better concentrate on writing, and don't look for those weird things. ”

For this mysterious man, the tavern owner also didn't want to have too much contact with Fengxi, and the special aura he carried on his body made him a little uncomfortable for people who were exposed to all kinds of darkness.

"Siros, you still concentrate on mixing the bar, and I'll leave after this drink."

"Okay."

Delta Siros shrugged indifferently, bowed her head and concentrated on concocting the "high" wine.

The crisp sound of glass crashing appeared in the noisy and quiet tavern.

Feng Xi looked at the drunken drinkers, and his eyes were uncertain.

"Siros, tavern, it's time to close for a few days."

Delta Siros glanced up, didn't speak, and continued to shake the glass bottle with her head down.

Jingle bell, ding bell.

"Mr. Qi, drink."

Feng Xi took the wine glass and pulled a match from his coat pocket.

Poof-

A wet match was lit, but no one noticed it.

Feng Xi brought the match close to the glass and lit the whole glass.

Then he drank it.

After putting down the money, Feng Xi pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

Whoa—

The rain carried the wind without the slightest intention of stopping, and when Feng Xi saw this, he tightened the black coat on his body and stepped into the heavy rain.

Soon the figure disappeared, and the kerosene hanging lamp outside the tavern was also blown around by the wind.

A dilapidated piece inside the room.

The light was turned on by a hand full of rain.

Hang your raincoat on the wall at the doorway and let the rain drip down.

Walking into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror at the slightly immature face covered with the wear and tear of time, and the short beard on the face added some fortitude to the whole face.

In that eye, it was extremely dark, as if it could suck people's souls, and it was extremely weird.

Out of the bathroom, Feng Xi went straight to the basement and poured a glass of old wine, which was not for him to drink.

Next to the wine glass, there is an old projector.

And this is also the reason why the wind worship lives here, it is hidden enough that some cases occur a little frequently.

This is a dark area where no light can shine, in a small border town in the state of Troxia.

Sitting on an old, tattered couch.

Pull out a dry severed finger.

Place on the tray of the projector. It is precisely because of this peculiar shape that Fengci named this projector as Projector 0.

As the film slowly turned, images appeared on the wall, going from blurry to clear in just a split second.

In the basement, nothing in the outside world can affect the wind ritual.

Just like a few people with knives outside the door now, they found that there was not the slightest light in the house, so they mixed into the rain and left.

The film rotates to make a thin sound.

Memories began.

Only that area was bright in the darkness, and Feng Xi was also looking at it with embarrassment, and the wine in the wine glass was also missing out of thin air.

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"Adelson, we can't move forward."

"Shut up, Paukem, we're all here, how can we quit."

In the ornate castle, the two of them marched forward in a dark, and outside the castle, crows quacked.

At this moment, the rustle of chains slowly approached the castle from far to near.

"Oh, guests from the house, you say yes, Ollie."

A strange man hunched over, chains leaking out from under his thick clothes, and long chains rustled across the snow-covered ground.

The crows in the trees also spoke.

"Topia, old ways, I want eyeballs."

"Of course, my friend, I'll let you choose first."

Shriveled hands opened the castle door, shook off the snow from his clothes, and Topia stepped inside.

The kerosene lamp on the table was lit.

Carrying a ghostly lamp and dragging two chains, Topia made his way to the basement.

Click

Footsteps squeaked against the old wooden floor.

In the basement, Adelson, who was about to walk forward, suddenly stopped.

"Don't move."

Paulum didn't know why, but he didn't move.

Adelson took off his shoes, took off his long clothes, and cautiously walked to the edge of the underground staircase, looking at it.

Tread, stomp.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Adelson's pupils shrank, he bent over to Packham's side, and said in a low voice, "Man, we're in trouble. ”

Paulum's heart trembled, and his whole body began to tremble.

Adelson is a professional thief, and even if he says that he is in trouble, then this matter will be difficult to handle.

"So what now, Adson."

Adelson didn't answer, just smeared and looked for a weapon to take advantage of.

Although time was running out now, he already had a plan in mind.

Paukam watched Adson's movements in the dark, and he was also knowledgeable to find his weapon.

Click.

A glimmer of light appeared on the staircase.

The experienced Adelson immediately judged that it was a portable kerosene lamp and immediately hid behind a low table.

The kerosene lamp is different from a candle, and as long as he hides enough, the light of the kerosene lamp cannot illuminate him.

Adelson lightened his breathing, and in this quiet environment, the sound of breathing would invite misfortune, which was the knowledge of the old thief he had followed before.

Holding a tea cup used by a former nobleman and feeling the heavy weight in his hand, Adson's heart was a lot more settled.

Paukam had a crutch in his hand and hid behind the wine cabinet.

But the little wine cabinet couldn't stop the sturdy Paulum.

It wasn't until the light of the kerosene lamp hit the wine cabinet that he paused for a few seconds, as if to distinguish something, and Adelson could clearly see that Paukum's clothes were leaking out, looking out of place in the red wine cabinet.

Just when the atmosphere is extremely tense.

"Found you, dear guest."

The shrill hoarse voice flew over with the chains,

Bang –

The old wine cabinet was shattered, the precious red wine was spilled to the ground, and Paukam was slammed in the back.

In pain, Paukum lifted his crutches and slammed them at Topia, but a smile of enjoyment appeared on Topian's face, and that smile looked terrifying in the light.

The scarred face, criss-crossed, with a smiling face, looked like a face crawling with centipedes in Paulum's eyes.

"Ugly bastard, die!"