Twilight is coming quietly.

The dim sunshine, like blinded hope, can no longer be revealed from the clouds.

The red sun that brings light and heat is gradually replaced by the dark and cold waning moon. This pair of "twins" with opposite personalities go hand in hand every day, doing their own duty and having nothing to do with each other.

Day, peaceful and warm.

And at night, everything unknown will appear here.

here?

Not bad, it's here.

When you come here, you will definitely be attracted by this stone tablet.

The stone tablet seems to have existed for decades.

The words on the stone tablet are still clear and eye-catching under the decades of wind and frost.

Whenever it is night, the stone tablet shining under the moonlight reflects a cold white light, just like the despair of life floating on the tip of a knife.

"No one in the world is absolute, neither good nor bad."

"The only task for everyone to come to this world is to atone for sins."

“Everyone is atonement.”

here--

There are no demons or angels, only disqualified human nature.

here--

Not hell or heaven.

here--

It is the place of atonement.

It was late at night, and endless darkness completely enveloped the place.

Like the rain that had been taken away from life, it fell stiffly from the sky and smashed into the unrecognizable small city, washing everything inside, but it will never wash away the sins of everyone here.

The dead trees like bones were twisted and howling towards the sky. What were they shouting?

Pain? Despair? Or...

Sin?

Rain, blood, mixed together.

The air was filled with a scent of despair, which was suffocating.

The dirty story of death, in the dark and distant corner, lined up in a line, the resentful crying was melted into the air by the rain, the outline was washed away, leaving only a thin layer, like the skin of a dead person...

Here, stagnation, depression, helplessness, loss, confusion, and complete schizophrenia.

Here, waiting for the incomplete self to become a puppet sealed among the dolls.

Here, wait, wait, wait, wait until it is destroyed...

"Wake up, kid, God's game begins."

......

pain.

pain.

This kind of heart-wrenching pain in a certain part may have been a long time since I felt it.

He opened his hazy eyes, and the light as bright as daylight pierced into his eyes, causing him to temporarily blindness. At the same time, his hearing gradually recovered.

But what disappointed him was that there was no sound of people in his ears except for the sound of dripping water and the drizzling drizzle outside the house.

He looked up and saw that there was a little dilapidated wooden house.

It is said that it is a small wooden house, but it is just a pile of rotten wood that is about to rot. This wooden house is not even complete with four walls it should have. The crumbling incandescent lamps illuminate the small wooden house particularly pale.

He got up, and his broken clothes made him frown.

"who I am?"

After asking the deep question of his soul, he looked at the broken mirror in front of him, and could vaguely recognize his figure.

He opened his eyes wide, and the sting on his face instantly put his perception to the greatest extent.

"hiss."

He took a breath and looked into the mirror.

Blood marks were everywhere on his face, and his hands were covered with blood.

"Where am I?"

Looking around, in addition to this broken mirror in the cottage, there was a small table that was almost rotten and a bed with only frames left.

Under the slightly yellowed light of the incandescent lamp, he saw a small note on the small table.

"You who have killed her will atone for this."

Atonement.

When he saw these two words, he suddenly took a few steps back, as if he was pushed forward by a force. Some memories that did not belong to him at all gradually emerged into his mind.

"My name is Feng Yangshu, and I am a member of the Disqualification Association."

"This is a small town called "Fallen City". The sign of the small town is the huge Bodhi tree located in the center of the small town, as thick as dozens of people holding each other."

"A few years ago, something strange happened in this small town. After a thunderstorm night, there was a hanging corpse on the Bodhi tree. Although the corpse seemed to be strangled to death by a rope, the scars on her body seemed to die of excessive blood loss."

"I originally wanted to determine suicide or search for clues to find the murderer, but less than a week after this incident, another corpse was added on the tree. It was the first forensic corpse to touch the female corpse at the scene before, and the technique was exactly the same as last time."

"This is like a curse, quickly covering this small town. From the beginning, whenever you contact the corpse, to the indirect contact, and later, even when you see the corpse, you will die the next day, the news about the so-called curse circulated from here."

"For a moment, all the adventure associations wanted to reveal the final truth of the curse here, but until now, all those who have been to the small town will die at a fixed time, which is the full moon every month."

"And my purpose here is already very clear."

"However, because of the flash flood, I and other team members got lost. I only remembered fainting at the mountain pass, and I could never remember the others."

He fainted at the mountain pass, but woke up in this unknown wooden house.

Plus, this note on this small table.

All the clues are broken like ink stirred into water.

It cannot be condensed or connected.

Feng Yangshu dragged his tired body and slowly got up from the ground.

Looking at the sky, the twilight was about to fade, and what he would welcome was endless darkness.

The cold wind blew across his face, and only responded to his stinging pain. He didn't know where the scars on his face came from, nor did he know who the blood on his hands was shed from.

It cannot be himself, it cannot be.

Because the scars on his body were not enough to shed so much viscous red liquid...

Sticky?

Yes, sticky.

It seems that the liquid from a long time ago did not have the smoothness of fresh liquid at all. This feeling instead gave the contact a disgusting feeling.

The light of the incandescent lamp is very weak. It seems that if the light is turned on, it will only last for this night.

Feng Yangshu shivered and looked at the boundless darkness around him, and he remembered a sentence.
Chapter completed!